Writer Wednesday

Hello all!
Last week I didn’t do a Writer Wednesday post. I know; everyone was very sad. Well, dry your eyes, cupcake because I’ve got a whole new story to share with you!

Here’s today’s prompt:

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She’d been in the tower for almost two years. She would look out the window every night and think of her parents, the King and Queen. She could even see the turrets from their castle.

So close yet so far away, she’d think to herself.
She knew she was here for her own protection. Still, it didn’t make it any easier.
She sometimes wished she could get the “Aurora Treatment”; being in a coma would be better than being bored out of your mind day in and day out. But, she found ways to pass the time.
She’d read–what little books she had. She’d dance. But, her favorite pastime was singing. Her friend enjoyed it too.
Oh no, the Princess was not entirely alone. She had a friend. A friend that protected her and cared for her. He was a kind, gentle creature. Though many wouldn’t have seen him that way upon first glance. You see, her friend was a Dragon.
The Dragon would wake up in the morning to the sound of the Princess singing. Then, he’d come to her window, get a soft pat on the head from his royal companion, and then take the princess on a morning flight around the countryside.
Most fairy tales portray dragons as mean, fire-breathing terrors. But not this Dragon. This Dragon had an important purpose. He was here to protect the Princess.
There was a Prince from a far away kingdom who wanted to marry the Princess. However, she was not inclined to marry a man who stood three feet shorter than her, had a horrendous case of halitosis, who wanted nothing more than to rule his kingdom with an iron fist, and who also referred to himself in the third person.
In an effort to keep their daughter from the awful fate of becoming his bride, the King and Queen devised a plan: they would send their daughter to a faraway tower under the Dragon’s protection until the pint-sized Prince had married some other poor soul.
What the King and Queen had not counted on was the Prince’s determination and the fact that every king and queen with a daughter of marrying age within a 50 mile radius had all devised similar plans. Being as it was, the King and Queen had the closest kingdom to the Prince so the Prince was determined to find the elusive Princess. And this is how the Princess came to be in the tower.
Now, one day after a beautiful morning riding atop her Dragon’s neck, the Princess spotted a shining lump in the far distance.
“What’s that?” She whispered in her dragon friends ear.
The Dragon let out a low moan.
“Let’s get closer,” whispered the Princess.
As the Dragon flew closer to the ground, the Princess immediately knew who it was. It was the Prince! Dressed in full armor!
Quickly, the Princess came up with a plan. She had the Dragon drop her back at her tower and then she discussed the plan with her fire-breathing friend.
“We can do this,” the Princess said. She hugged the Dragon around his neck and rushed to her dresser. Quickly, she tossed her belongings in and raced down the stairs. She slipped out the back way and his behind a bush. This is what she saw…
The petite Prince burst through the front gate outside the tower “Oh-ho! Fair Princess, The Prince is here to rescue you! Sorrow upon those who stand in the Prince’s way! Oh-ho! Onward!”
He charged toward the front door if the tower. As soon as his hand reached for the handle, he was scooped up by the Dragon and whisked away to the Princess’s former window.
That’s when the Princess ran. She ran as fast as she could. She didn’t stop running until she reached her parents’ castle. Panting and gasping for air, the Princess ran to the castle gates. She knocked on the door until it opened with a loud creak!

She was greeted with open arms by everyone: the courtiers, her ladies-in-waiting, and most importantly, by her parents, the King and Queen.

Writer Wednesday

Happy Hump Day!

Today, I’m not going to write a story (I know, I can hear your disappointment) instead, I thought I would give some tips to my fellow writers out there!

Because, being a writer is tough. Sometimes, those creative juices flow like the Nile River and others, its like the freaking Serengeti. Plus, being a writer can lead to a lonely life. We have so many character’s voices in our heads, people think we’re a little nutzo.

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So here are a few tips to help you deal with the common problems that all writers face.


1. There is no such thing as “writer’s block”. 


When I was in school and tried to write, there would be so many times I would spend hours staring at an empty piece of paper or an empty Word doc. I would think, “Ugh! This writer’s block is going to be the end of me!” It wasn’t until college that I realized something: writer’s block doesn’t exist. One of my professors put it this way: “There’s no such thing as writer’s block. There is such a thing as an apathetic person, a procrastinator, and ‘chair-butt syndrome’.” Basically, if you’re feeling stuck, push through, get rid of distractions, or do something active to get your blood flowing.


2. Get plugged in with a writer’s group. 

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If you want to get fit, you go to the gym or go to a yoga class. If you want to lose weight, you join Jenny Craig. If you want to learn to swim, you take swimming lessons. The same goes for writing. You’ve got to meet with people that have the same passions as you in order to learn. Plus, these groups have all of the “insider information” to various workshops, seminars, and contests going on for writers and poets. I’m a member of OCWI (Oklahoma City Writers, Inc.) and they are amazing! They meet monthly and give excellent tips for aspiring authors. Seriously, its worth looking into.


3. Use social media. 


Follow literary agents on Twitter. Find authors or writer’s associations on Facebook. Check out blogs by publishing companies. Subscribe to a writer’s magazine. These people are in the biz and know what publisher’s are looking for! Plus, just about every publisher, literary agent, and author has at least one way to follow them on the internet.


4. Read. 


If you want to be a writer, you absolutely MUST read. If you want to write thriller novels, read them! See what makes a great thriller! If you want to write young adult, then go to your library and ask the librarian for the most popular books. You have to do your market research and see what the public wants. You don’t have to write a story about a human falling in love with a vampire; look at the characters and the story line. What makes people like these stories? Do some digging!


5. Don’t let anyone stop you from pursuing your dream. 

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Being a writer has something I have always wanted to be. As a kid, I’d write books and take them to school and have my teacher read them to my class. I was constantly putting on skits, dressing up as different characters, and making up stories (my parents can testify to that; ha!). I know, believe me I know, how difficult it is to write something, think its awful, and swear off writing. But if it is truly your passion, never give up! Sure, rejection letters may pile up and you may think, “Am I really a horrible writer?” But all you need is one “Yes” and THAT’S what I’m counting on. THAT’S what keeps me going. We can do this, buddy.


Writer Wed–Er, Thursday

Hey peeps!

Sorry for no post yesterday. It was mine and Huff the Hubs third anniversary! We took the day off and spent the whole day together! It was awesome. So I’m making up for no Writer Wednesday by having a Writer Thursday.


Here is today’s prompt:

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Seven days ago, I won the lottery. Now, nobody will talk to me.


I thought winning the lottery would give me more friends. Instead, it drove them away. I wasn’t expecting to win when I walked into that Gas ‘N Go. I just needed to fill up my tank and maybe grab a Diet Coke. On a whim, I bought two scratchers. I never bought those kinds of things before. But they were just sitting there on the counter. I figured, why not?


I completely forgot about them until I cleaned out my truck two days later. They had fallen out my pocket and got stuck in between my seat and console. I took them inside, searched for a quarter, and scratched the first one.


I had to reveal three cherries if I wanted to win. I rubbed the silver coating off the first box: cherry. I chose another box and did the same. Another cherry. I picked a third box and started to get excited. A banana.


“Dang it!” I moaned, tossing the worthless paper into the trash. I grabbed the other scratcher. I chose my boxes more carefully this time.


The first box was a cherry!
“Yes!” I whispered.


The next one? One more cherry.


My hands shook as I chose the final box to scratch. I kept second-guessing myself.


The upper left?



Lower right?




Bottom middle.


Yes, that one.


I scratched off the silver. I closed my eyes before I could sneak a peek of the shape. With my eyes still shut, I blew the shavings off the card.


“One, two, three,” I said aloud and opened my eyes.


A third cherry! A third cherry! I couldn’t believe it!


I did a happy dance and thought about what I should do next. Naturally, I posted on Facebook that I had won the lottery. People were quick to congratulate me. I told them I would take them all to dinner to celebrate and pay with my winnings.


I went to the store to collect my prize and then drove to the restaurant. But no one showed up. I waited for another fifteen minutes. Still, no one was there. Another thirty minutes passed. I saw many people coming in and out of the parking lot, but none of them were my friends.


I sighed and walked inside.


I told the young woman that was assisting me, “I won the lottery today.”


“Wow! Congratulations!” she said. “How much did you win?”


“Fifty dollars,” I said proudly. “Can I have a McDouble and a McFlurry, please?”

Writer Wednesday

A few months ago, I woke up with a sudden inspiration for a new book. All I had was the first few opening paragraphs. But, in my sleepy daze, I thought it was pure gold. I’m determined to turn these few paragraphs into a full-fledged YA novel. But I need some help. Here’s what I have so far:


“Get up you will.”
“Lazy you are.”
“A Jedi you will never be.”


My Yoda alarm clock was going off. I used to think this thing was cool. That is, until it started speaking to me in insulting nonsensical syntax at five thirty in the morning. I rolled over and knocked the green gremlin on his head (the Jedi equivalent of hitting the snooze) and pulled my covers over my eyes.


I really didn’t want to get out bed this morning. I contemplated telling my mom I was sick. It couldn’t be a cold, obviously; I didn’t have a runny nose or a cough. I could try to fake it but I was a horrible actress. Like Halle Berry in Catwoman, bad. I decided on faking a stomach ailment. Those were usually the best fake sicknesses to have. You didn’t necessarily HAVE to have a fever and all of your symptoms were internal.




Why didn’t I want to get out of bed this morning, you ask? Because it’s the last day of school. For most high-schoolers, this is the day they look forward to more than Christmas. After all, next year, I’ll be a senior. All of my classmates are dancing in halls. But not me. I was looking forward to summer like I would a root canal.




Now, my question to you is: why would my main character not look forward to summer? There are NO wrong answers! Get to brainstorming, peeps!

Writer Wed-Er-Thursday

Hey errbody! Sorry there was no post yesterday. My Maryland family came into town like a thundering horde and I was caught up with smothering them with hugs and kisses. So Writer Wednesday has been moved to today!


Here’s today’s prompt:


When I first told my family about the monster in my room, they didn’t believe me.


I shared the room with my two sisters, but I was the only one who saw the monster. He appeared in my window every night, keeping a sinister watch over me. And, by the time I woke up every morning, he was gone. He was tricky like that.


I tried to tell my parents that the monster was real. I woke them up repeatedly, shouting “He’s back! He’s back!” But, much like the wizarding community in Harry Potter #5, no one listened. Mom and Dad would walk me back to my room, tuck me in under my Rainbow Brite sheets and tell me that there was no monster.


My sisters even took me outside to show that there was no evidence the monster existed. There were no footprints, no clumps of fur caught on the fence; there was no sign of trespassing.


Still, the monster came. Every night, I’d see his two giant eyes peer down at me and his twisted offset grin glow bright yellow.


It wasn’t until one night that I was especially inconsolable about the monster that I finally converted a member of my family into a believer.


One stormy night when the monster made his presence known, I made a run for it. I went as fast as I could to my parents’ room and shook my sleeping father. He snorted awake.


“Daddy! Daddy!” I cried. “The monster’s back!”


“What?” my dad said sleepily.


“The monster is back!” I said, tugging on his arm.


He slowly shuffled behind me to my room.


“Look!” I said, pointing the window.


He rubbed his eyes. “Huh, well what do ya know…”


He saw it! My dad saw the monster! He lifted the shade, touched the window and the monster disappeared. (This is also when I first thought my father may possess some sort of magical abilities.) I climbed into bed, finally able to shut my eyes without fear of being eaten alive and fell right to sleep.


The monster had been vanquished, once and for all.






(It was later that I found out the “monster” was actually aluminum foil that my dad had put in the window to block out the sun. The window in our bedroom faced the west, so the sun—and a streetlight—could shine through three holes in the foil. These three holes were placed just so that they looked like a monster’s face.)

Writer Wednesday

Its Writer Wednesday!

Here was today’s prompt:


My horoscope read: Company from out of town. Could mean trouble. 

It had no idea how right it was.

I hadn’t planned on hosting Thanksgiving this year, but after Mom broke her leg during her Senior’s Zumba and Aunt Milly ran off with her son’s baseball coach, I was called upon to cook. I had never so much as made a turkey sandwich, let alone an entire bird to feed my loud family from the Finger Lakes.  

I woke up at five to put the turkey in the oven. Sides were already simmering on the stove and I was about to take my second Xanax when I heard my phone ding. A new email. 

This one was from Uncle Charlie.

“Sarah,” he wrote.  “Be sure you have plenty of Milk of Magnesia for your aunt and me today. My irritable bowel has been flaring up something fierce and your aunt has been experiencing severe reflux due to the fact that a new BBQ joint opened up in town last month. See you soon.” 

I groaned. Why, WHY did I agree to this? 

Ah yes, I remember. because my mother is the Jedi Knight of guilt and can make anyone do anything she wants with just a wave of a hand and saying, “Oh, its okay. We’ll figure something out.” 

Note to self: be more assertive. 

I basted the turkey, stirred the stuffing, and peeled more potatoes.

I caught a few glimpses of the cast of General Hospital waving at everyone at the Macy’s Parade and checked my phone. I had a text from my sister. 

Her: Need help w/ n-e-thang?

 Me: No. But I think you could use some help in the grammar department. 

Her: Wut?

Me: Nothing. Never mind. I’m good. When are you coming over? 

Her: 2. But split’n @ 3. Got d8. 

Me: And Happy Thanksgiving to you. 

Note to self: Give my sister a dictionary for Christmas.


A few more hours pass. The table is set, the turkey is primed for slicing, and the last dash of cinammon is sprinkled on the yams. 

Suddenly, the doorbell rings. 

Note to self: Go on a solo vacation next year during Thanksgiving. 



Dare to Dream…?


Before I go into today’s post, I want to preface with a few things. First, let it be known that I’m really not trying to be a Debbie Downer. And second, I’m not fishing for compliments. This is genuinely me trying to work through my thoughts in blog form. Get it? Got it? Good.


Here lately I’ve been feeling pretty forlorn. I’ve had my YA novel completed for months now, and reaching out to literary agents to get some representation but to no avail. I’ve been getting rejection after rejection.




And I know that, as a writer, you’ll get a thousands No’s and you only need one Yes. But dang! when am I going to get that Yes?! I have an email folder and a file folder full of rejection letters (that I will use to wallpaper my office in my mansion after I become a famous author so I stay grounded) and I’m getting a little sick of it.


I’m starting to doubt my abilities as a writer (even though my manuscripts have all been critically-acclaimed by ME) and I’m starting to wonder if I need to keep pursuing this dream. Maybe I’m not as good of a writer as I think I am.


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But then I think: “No. You don’t suck. JK Rowling was rejected twelve times before she got an agent, and Judy Blume spent two years getting nothing but rejection letters. You can do this.”



People always ask me, “Why not self-publish like you did with The Speaker?” Self-publishing costs a pretty penny if you want to do it right. Books aren’t necessarily always in the stores, and plus, with the marketing you have to do (all on your own, I might add) it basically becomes your life. Can I really do that with a full-time job, a husband, and a kid?



I just don’t know what to do. I guess I’ll keep pursuing this crazy dream until I either find an agent or get tired of trying. I hate to think of me giving up, though. I hate giving up. I mean, I wanted to give up so bad during the marathon but I didn’t. I just don’t know if this particular marathon is worth running.


I guess I’ve got a lot to think about.





What about you? Do you have any goals you’re working to achieve? Do you want to give up? Are you? Why or why not?


Fan Girl Friday

Happy Friday (and happy New Year!) everyone!

I hope you’re ready for some awesomely nerdy finds! I can’t believe I haven’t done a Fan Girl Friday since LAST YEAR! (Cheap pun, but it had to be done.)

Have you seen The Hobbit: The Desolation of Smaug yet? I saw it a few weeks ago. It was…pretty good. Not as good as the first one, but still a must-see! If you go soon, you can keep comfy cozy in the cold weather with this awesome There and Back Again scarf:

One scarf to warm them all.

One scarf to warm them all.


And speaking of The Hobbit, check out this LOTR-inspired dining room set from Geek Universe:

What about elevensies?

What about elevensies?


Huff the Hubs and I have been looking for a new bedspread. I wonder if I could convince him to indulge in this one? All I would need is a giant pencil-pillow!

All my best ideas come at night, now I can write them down!

All my best ideas come at night, now I can write them down!


The Doctor Who Christmas special aired a week and a half ago, but I didn’t get to watch it until this week. Not going to lie, it was a little hard to follow. And Capaldi’s regeneration? A little too quick for my taste. BUT, I’ll keep watching. And Maybe even nuzzle up with one of these plush pillows from BohoBear:

Sleep with visions of Time Lords dancing in your head.

Sleep with visions of Time Lords dancing in your head.


Did anyone get video games for Christmas? I didn’t buy any for HtH this year because he still has some from TWO years ago that still have the plastic on them. Seriously. I’m afraid he’ll be a hoarder if I continue to buy him video games. Kind of like this guy. He’s got the largest collection of video games: 10,607 games and over different 100 consoles!