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Fun with Writing

For the longest time, my fanfic stuck pretty close to canon. Of course, I smoosh my favorite ship together, but I tried to keep it believable and as close to canon as I could get (so no Jack and Sam riding off into the sunset together).

But lately, I’ve been having a lot of fun writing AUs and pre-canon stuff. I especially like to go back in time and write stories about Bellamy and Octavia when they were kids.

Or in the case of what I was working on last night, alternative canon where they never went to the ground.

This is part of my Camp NaNo April group of stories. From day two (redo). The main plot is Bellamy goes back in time and gets to do over all of his mistakes. Starting with not getting Octavia arrested. At this point, it’s been a week since he changed history.

As soon as he walked in the door, Octavia was all over him.

“Where have you been?”

“I was out. What’s your problem?”

She crossed her arms over her chest. “You were gone all day.”

“So? Where’s mom?”

“I don’t know.”

“You don’t know?” He tossed his jacket onto the table.

“She left a few hours ago. Didn’t say where she was going. I was worried, Bell.” She hugged herself tighter and looked near tears.

He pulled her into a hug. “I didn’t mean to worry you,” he whispered into her hair. “I just needed to blow off steam before I said something I’d really regret.”

She scoffed. “More than before.”

He didn’t answer that. Instead, he slid her hair behind her ears and cupped her face. “I’m sorry. It won’t happen again.”

She blinked away unshed tears and cocked her head. “Liar.”

Bellamy snorted and she swatted his hands away. He reached into his pocket and tossed her a ration bar. “Here. Don’t say I never get you anything.”

She rolled her eyes but ripped it open. He looked down at the other one in his hand. He was starving, but he didn’t think he deserved it after the last couple days–blowing up at people, taking off, worrying Octavia, making his mom mad. He left it on the table and laid down. Octavia came over a moment later and sat at the foot of the bed, drawing her legs up.

“So where were you?” she asked around a bite of food.

He closed his eyes and threw his arm over his face. “Nowhere special,” he said with a yawn.

“Yeah, well you smell like a still.”

He glanced at her from under his arm. “How would you know?”

She shrugged. Bellamy shook his head and went back to covering his eyes. “I was at a party.”

“Really?” This seemed to interest Octavia. He was constantly amazed that she could put aside her loneliness and isolation and be excited when he talked about freedom she would never have.

“It wasn’t that great. Just a bunch of people getting drunk and dancing inappropriately.”

Octavia laughed. “Sounds like a fairytale. Who did you go with?”

He licked his lips, realizing a beat too late that he’d waited too long before saying, “no one.” He could almost hear Octavia’s raised eyebrow.

“I hope No One was worth it. Is she pretty?”

He reached back and grabbed his pillow, tossing it in her direction. She batted it away then spread out next to him on her stomach, forcing him to move over. She continued to nibble on the ration bar. His stomach growled. She ignored him for a bit then gave him a look, still waiting for an answer to her question.

He sighed and covered his eyes again so he didn’t have to look at her. “Pretty, yes. Worth it–not really.”

“Wow. She sounds amazing. When do I get to meet her?”

“Has anyone ever told you that you have a sardonic sense of humor.”

“Just my brother, but he’s an ass so I don’t listen to him.”

He didn’t have another pillow so he jabbed a finger into her ribs. “Yeah, well my sister’s a brat.”

She squealed and tried to scramble off the bed, but he caught her around the waist. She struggled against him but he outweighed her by at least eighty pounds.

“Get off,” she said through giggles as he continued to tickle her. “Stop.”

He dropped his hand but didn’t let her go.

“You suck,” she said.

“No, I win,” he told her, snatching the rest of the ration bar out of her hand.

She spun on him as he leaned back, letting her go. “Hey, that’s mine.”

“Really? Cause it’s in my hand and possession is nine-tenths of the law.”


He gave her a crooked smile then popped it into his mouth. She glared then suddenly jumped on him. He was caught off guard by a knee to his stomach and nearly choked on the dry bar. Octavia grabbed the pillow and started smacking him with it. He tried to snatch it from her, but she was moving to quick which ground her knee into his ribs. It didn’t help that he couldn’t stop laughing and was still half-choking on the food.

This story is full of so many of these scenes. Of course, things took a turn for the worse after this because I can never let them be happy for too long.

And this is what we call


Six Sentences on Sunday

sixsentences~~ Each Sunday, post six sentences from a writing project —published, in progress, for your cat — whatever. ~~

From “Unbreak My Heart” which desperately needs to be finished.

“You can’t boss me around. You aren’t my father. You aren’t Mom.”

“No, Mom’s dead,” he shouts, causing her to take a step back. “Mom’s dead, and I’m in charge, so you’ll do what I say. That’s final.”

A Conversation with Jack

So this happened with my seven-year-old son.

Jack: When can I have my tablet back?
Me: On Monday after you do your homework.
Jack: But why?
Me: Because you got it taken away for not going to bed when you were told and lying about it.
Jack: But I didn’t!
Me: You were standing right here when I told you to go to bed at 9:30 then you lied to Daddy and said no one told you to go to bed.
Jack: But I didn’t lie. No one told me that.
Me: You were standing right here! You even whined about it.
Jack: No I didn’t.
Me: You’re lying to me about lying right now.
Jack: No I’m not.
Me: o_0


Mine really do crack me up. When they’re not making me want to strangle them. I try to write down as many ridiculous conversations as I can. There are a bunch on my tumblr.

Six Sentences on Sunday

sixsentences~~ Each Sunday, post six sentences from a writing project —published, in progress, for your cat — whatever. ~~

Six sentences of dialogue from my NaNo notes.

“You cannot marry Renee.”
“Why not? We’ve been together forever.”
“Well, for one, you’re only seventeen! People are going to start thinking we’re some kind of backwards hillbilly morons.”
“Like they don’t already think that.”

Six Sentences on Sunday

sixsentences~~ Each Sunday, post six sentences from a writing project —published, in progress, for your cat — whatever. ~~

From an old fanfic I was thinking about finishing (set in the past when the characters were little kids):

Finally, she looked up, a smirk on her little mouth. “Some of us are trying to read.”

Bellamy was pretty sure strangling girls was a floatable offense, but he sucked up his pride with a sigh. “Look, we got off on the wrong foot. I’m sorry I bumped into you.”

“Apology not accepted.”

Six Sentences on Sunday

sixsentences~~ Each Sunday, post six sentences from a writing project —published, in progress, for your cat — whatever. ~~

An addition to “survive” from April Camp.

She stills. The fact that she doesn’t say anything tells him it’s been a long time. He lost track after the first few days. He looks away when he figures she isn’t going to answer. He stares at the wall again wishing she would finish and go away. Then seconds later wishing she would stay because he’s not sure he can make it another five seconds without her to ground him to this reality.

Happy Birthday Owen

My oldest son turned 16 today. He wants to get a job so he can save up to take driver’s ed. Not ready for this.



(taken on the first day of school last month)

Look how tall he is? Almost to the top of the garage door! Getting close to 6’1″.


October Goals

Recap from September:

Reading: Seven of 18 books read. Progress, but not much. D+
Writing: Well, I did my writing but not so much with the NaNo prep. C
Finishing/EditingF+ Because I added words to an April story.
PostingPosted nothing.

That C sort of pulls the grade up, but the Fs ruin everything. Going to have to go with D for the month again.

October Goals:


  • read three books to make up for missing July’s goals
  • read four books to make up for missing August’s goals
  • read four books to make up for missing September’s goals
  • read four books for October goals to catch up with my Goodreads challenge


  • finish reviews for each book read


  • write every day in my writing journal/keep my streak going
  • write at least 100 words each day
  • work on prepping for NaNo
  • have a working outline for NaNo


  • edit something… anything
  • finish a story


  • post one fanfic from July
  • post two fanfics from August
  • post two fanfics from September
  • post two fanfics for October

(Okay, more realistically: post at least one fanfic before NaNo starts.)

Monthly Round-Up

All things reading and writing.


September was a much more successful month in the reading department. Sure, most of the books were re-reads, but it’s reading!




Yeah… lots of books read, not so many reviews. As is none were reviewed.


Most of the month was pretty much like the last few–just the minimum needed each day, but there several days where I broke 1,000 words which felt nice. The 19th, though, I wrote over 13k words. That was about 1/3 of my monthly total. I could use more days like that. Total: 31,704

Streak: 273 days. Still haven’t missed since January 1!



Well, most of what I wrote was for a personal project I don’t intend to publish. Okay, all of it was for the project except like three days. I did add to 100_survive from Day 1 of April Camp NaNo–it’s nowhere near finished, but I’m putting it here because it got closer to being finished.



The month was better than last, but still crap.

Six Sentences on Sunday

sixsentences~~ Each Sunday, post six sentences from a writing project —published, in progress, for your cat — whatever. ~~

She started to stir as they tried to figure out how to get her back up the mountain.

“Clarke?” Bellamy pushed the hair from her face then gently wiped a streak of dirt from her temple with his thumb.

She groaned. Then her eyes opened. She blinked a few times before focusing on Micah.

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