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January Round-up

Here is a round up of all things reading and writing.

Reading:

Ten books finished in January.

Writing:

24,000 words for January. 31 day streak!

jan2017wordchartNot too bad. I managed to add a few sentences to my #writeastory project every day. The story makes absolutely no sense, but it worked as a daily warm-up before writing something else.

Editing/Finishing:

I decided I needed to really focus on clearing out my WIP folders. With that in mind, I’ve made an effort to edit some of my older stories that have been sitting around forever. I managed to finish/edit/revise two fanfics. I also edited a short story in my Jumper series that is only posted on my LiveJournal for now.

Posting:

Meanwhile, Life Goes On (The 100 (TV))
At the Center of the Night (The 100 (TV))

2017 Goals

Goodreads: 52 books
Writing: write at least 444 words every day
GetYourWordsOut: 250,000
Editing: finish and/or edit one old story every month
Novel: finish second draft of Boys Like Mine
Planningwork on outline for NaNo 2017

Crazy Quirks

We all have them–those things we do that most people find odd but make perfect sense to us. One of my strangest quirks is the fact that I like to organize things. For most people, cleaning the garage is a chore. For me, once I get going, I bliss out with all of the organizing. I’ll work for six or seven hours straight without even realizing it.

When I get stressed out, I make spreadsheets to organize information. Or I go through and reorganize all of the folders in my documents folder on my laptop. I’ll alphabetize DVDs or clear out my junk drawer.

The other day, I found a website that keeps track of your writing projects and word counts. I was in heaven. I spent a couple hours just filling in all of the totals from my spreadsheet. Yes, I already have this information organized in detail, but I couldn’t resist going through it again.

I’m a little crazy like that. Anyone want to join me on the crazy train?

Flashback Friday Fic: Howling at the Moon (SG-1)

Welcome to Flashback Friday Fic where I go back and repost fic I wrote years ago.

howlingStargate SG-1
(Jack/Sam)
The moon has a direct effect on natural forces, like the tide, but it’s also said that it exerts a force over humans as well. On a mission, Jack finds out exactly how true that is, and he hopes Sam will never remember it.

2227 words | rating: PG-13


“You should not be out on this night.”

Jack looked around for the hidden voice, finding a small man wedged in the shadows of two buildings. “Oh really?”

“Why not?” Daniel asked, concern raising his voice slightly.

“Did they not tell you? All who travel here know.”

Jack frowned. “Tell us what?” He didn’t like the sound of that.

“Of the pull of the moon. The moon creates the monsters. You must not be out on this night.”

“You’re out.” He eyed the squat little man with distrust.

“I am homely. My threat is low. You are…” he tilted his head back to view Jack’s face, “pleasing to the eye. You will have danger if you are out.”

Daniel’s face paled. “What danger?”

In the distance Jack heard a howl—a guttural, animal sound that chilled his skin. Daniel must have heard it, too. His head snapped around to stare along the street.

“You must go. You must be inside on this night. The moon…” The man disappeared into the dark leaving Jack feeling confused and more than a little apprehensive.

“What was that about?” Another howl in the distance had beads of sweat pop up along Jack’s brow.

“I think we should get inside,” said Daniel.

The howling grew louder, closer. Jack swallowed hard. “Yeah, maybe you’re right. Let’s go find Carter and Teal’c and get out of here.” Daniel didn’t need to be told twice, turning and hurrying back towards their lodgings. Jack followed behind at a slightly more sedate pace, keeping his eyes peeled for trouble. The growing howling wasn’t doing his nerves any favors.

At the end of the street two figures approached. “O’Neill,” Teal’c called, waving them over. Jack sighed of relief.

“Teal’c, Carter-” He trailed off when Carter came into view around Teal’c. She looked… off.

“Sam, what’s wrong?” Daniel moved to touch her but Teal’c put a hand out to stop him.

“I would not do that, Daniel Jackson. Something on this planet is ailing the women.”

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Six Sentences on Sunday

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

A two-for today.

Finally an adult shows up. She’s kind of tall with curly brown hair and pretty eyes. Bellamy watches her from under his hand. She greets all of the kids then makes her way towards him. His heart flips. It’s been a while since he’s talked to a girl that wasn’t Octavia or the trolls he works with.

–From “Unbreak My Heart,” a modern AU The 100 fanfic.

Anger boils up. Why does she have to be so ungrateful all of the time? But then she starts crying again. Big, stupid, alligator tears spilling down her cheeks, soaking the knees of her pants. Something wrenches in his chest then drops to the pit of his stomach. He kind of thinks it’s his heart.

–From “Broken Down Merry-Go-Round,” a The 100 fanfic

Six Sentences on Sunday

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He chuckles. “I’m a big boy, Clarke. I can handle listening to you talk about your girlfriend.” It’s the closest either of them have come to acknowledging his pretty obvious feelings for her. It’s the truth, though—he’s adult enough to just be her friend if that’s what she needs. Even if it hurts.

From “Worn Around the Edges”, a The 100 fanfic set after the season 3 finale.

Six Sentences on Sunday

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“Leave them,” Denny shouts. Bea might not understand the words, but she understands the sentiment. She screams then takes the axe to the next cage–the screech of metal on metal echoing in the stark room.

Denny spits in disgust. “Crazy old fool,” he mutters. “Let’s get out of here.”

From a The 100 fanfic.

Six Sentences on Sunday

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His eyes slide closed, and he has to force himself to stay awake. They’d offered him some full time hours at the restaurant for the week. Sixteen hour days plus the commute there, between jobs, and back home were going to kill him. It left him six and a half hours to shower, sleep and eat. And spend time with Octavia. In his life, there literally weren’t enough hours in the day.

–From “Unbreak My Heart,” a modern au The 100 fic

Last Lines

the last line I wrote on
June 14, 2016

Someone grabs her shoulder. “We should go. You found what you were looking for.”

Who’s this?”

Denny. He helped us find you.”

Us?”

Rafe is here, too.”

Bellamy smiles.

–from a The 100 fanfic

Last Lines

the last line I wrote on
June 13, 2016

She sighs then ruffles his hair again. “That’s the best I can do with this mess.”

He runs a hand through his hair.

–Nothing spectacular here. From “Unbreak My Heart,” a modern au The 100 fic.

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