Good morning, I guess not.

So this morning I woke up in the blistering heat that I’m not used to. Thinking that I heard the doorbell. Mind you I was really deep in sleep so I was groggy as can be and thought I was mistaken when I looked out the window and saw nobody at the door. Still went downstairs just to be certain.

After checking the door and seeing nobody, I went into our living room to see how my cat was doing. Before I could do anything though the doorbell rang ‘again’, so I went to open it. It was my neighbor asking me if I could get her cat out of the garden as it appeared to have a heatstroke and wasn’t able to get back to there garden. Off course I said I’d get the cat as that is what good neighbors do.

Behold my surprise, when I stepped into the garden to find my other neighbor there. Tossing our chairs aside in an effort to get under our garden table. It was quit a startle as I was up no more than 2 minutes at this moment and not awake at all. So I raise my voice and ask them “What the Fuck are you doing here?” 

Instead of apologizing about intruding or asking me for help to get the cat Like her mom at the door, she starts yelling at me. How I’m a fucking (fill in a nasty slur used for woman/ mental ill people/ and then some). How she had every right to go into my garden after I didn’t open the door in 10 seconds when she rang (confirming that I woke from the doorbell). And after I told her that she was trespassing on private property, She told me I was a (certain body part) that it had nothing to do with me and that I should shut my shit mouth and get the fuck out and if it troubled me I should call the cops. 

At this point my brain just went “What do you mean. This is my Garden, are you wanting me to do something? Nope not into this. It’s too early and too hot. Plus she isn’t worth the trouble.” So I told her to get her cat and went back inside. Locking the door behind me. Wasn’t planning to call the cops as I was too tired, but did decide to tell her mom that she was in our garden and that it is illegal to trespass like that. Plus that she told me to call the cops on her.

Her mom, my neighbor pulled a face called me some similar terms as her daughter called me, stepped into my hallway and slammed my door shut calling me a Piece of Shit and that I should not dare call the cops.

So I looked at the door, mumbling that I had planned to ask her to help her daughter to get the cat. After that I stepped into the living room, took the phone and called 112 to make a report about trespassing. The cop on the line told me I did right by not making it a physical altercation and I would get called back later for a complete statement.

I thought it was polite to after hanging up to go outside and inform them I had indeed called it in. At that moment the daughter (the one that had gone into my garden) started yelling at me calling me a big array of slurs. Those don’t hurt me as I know better of me. But she hurt me when she started to yell that if my cat ever got in there garden and was in need of medical help, she would jump on her back and refuse to open the door for me if I rang the door. Told her that my cat never even goes into our garden so it would be impossible for her to get in my neighbors. She told me she would not worry about kicking in our gate again. (so now I know how she got in, and I need a better gate door).

Went back inside when nothing but slurs and insults came out. After all this I called my mom and asked her to come home asap. Which she did. I was called by the local cops an hour or so later. Gave a full statement about what happened. The cop told me I did the right thing and that it was listed. If anything else happens I should call again. 

But all this drained me emotionally. So now I spend the whole day half sleepy half cranky. Instead of writing as I was planning. 

The voices in my head.

So the past few months I've been nearly driven crazy by the voices in my head. For all of you who are thinking 'crazy person', not those kind of voices. I'm talking about the voices of my stories. There are just too many of them and all of them are going at me at the same time that it is a bit hard to filter them all out. 
Just this morning I woke up to a fantastic tale of a young 'beggar' and an apprentice goddess. My fingers are itching to write it down. But all the static of all the other tales that are in my mind to be told keep interfering. I am fearing this story will get buried before I can take it all out on paper. 
I need a break from myself and get things sorted out in there. Poorly, I have neither the time or the resources to take that break. And to much static in my mind to figure out a way to get either one. 
I feel like Atreyu in the Swamp of Sadness. Except it's my self and not my horse that is being lost. 

Starting to get back to me.

Last night my suspicions that my art block might be finally be getting over have been confirmed. I was given a special mention in an art contest that had many lovely entries. :}

I personally loved how the crescent moon turned out so I was over the moon -or as I said to a friend 'So I'm happy as a beaver on Meth and as High as a kite with rockets.'-  that it was also appreciated by the judges. :D

This morning I was still very much up in the clouds that when I read a post in my suggest some words for me thread I could not resist to write a little story with them. 

The Words; 
Color; Aquamarine. I like all the 'a' sounds in it. Also, "aqua" and "marine" are both related to water. I like water. ^^" 
Animal; Hippopotamus. It is fun to say because of all the p's. 
Day of the Week; Sunday. Because it is.. sunny? 
Piece of Clothing; Knickerbockers, because it sounds hilarious. 
Emotion; Delight... it's a cute word, and reminds me of the way Hamish & Andy (radio hosts) say it. 
Word in general; Philosophical? Or monotonous? I suppose I like the repeat sounds in them. 

The story; 
Once one sunny Sunday afternoon in the Land of Aquamarine, a boy named Hippopotamus Graze ran down the embankment that was kept to keep the waters from the bay flowing into Town. Hippopotamus -or Tamus as he was mostly called- was the most flailing little boy one could ever lay there eyes upon. There was not a second to be seen to him he was not moving about or -as this moment- away from something. 
He tossed himself down in the grass in a movement so grandeur it was completely beyond what his form would make you believe he could. He knew his mother would complain about the stains on his Sunday's best jacket and knickerbockers. He was even more certain that she would give him a Speech of great Philosophical meaning, that by now she had said so many times she said it in quite a monotonous way he could recite it himself as was it a nursery rhyme. But lying here looking at the clouds Slowly moving in and out of Town was such true delight for him. When he did that the voices that always plagued him would subside and let him be there just being him. :}    

Now I can't help but wonder what other mischievousness dear Tamus might be up too. :D

Happy (Not) Ending of the World. Now go Back to Work.

As stated above, the end of 21-12-2012 is approaching. So unless something major happens in the next few hours, we can safely assume that those doomsday thinkers that interpreted the ending of the Maya calender as an indication to the destruction to life or even the world as a bit of the candle. 
Plus I had one conclusion today, as of today I have run in to every single one of the people that were in my class the year Frankie died. And I'm good. :}

Even though I'm a fantasy writer I have always failed to understand peoples obsession with the end. I prefer to focus on the here and now. Even if that means I have a whole lot to still finish. Still working on planning everything for my story's ... never knew so many stories existed over there. I will seriously have to sit down in the new year and draw all of the world maps, that way when I place people at a certain location it isn't miraculously placed on the other end of the continent. Plus clothes, weapons, technology, housing, places and culture will all have to be documented. So I fear I'll have a whole lot that needs to be done before I can really write scenes again. What won't be stopping me from writing random things down, even if there is like a 6000 year gap between the one story and an other. Guess that really is half the fun. :)

Also my snooping about on the MagicTales Forum is really helping me with getting some tips and tricks I never even thought about using but who are most likely great tools to get everything done. And if I don't like them or they don't really help nothings lost.

My dream for the next year is to have at least one short story finished of this world.
Now all I have to do is figure out which of the hundred of stories I'll do. :}

So between these stories and my life as a whole I'll have one heck of a job to do.

I made it and I failed

In the end I was able to claim a winner bar at Nano, but I had to rebel to make it.
As in total I've written nearly 100k of words in November but not even 25k of that was in my story. So making it has left me with mixed feelings and a drive to do better next year. :}
Poorly as I am still getting tired really fast my writing speed is still not up to par with what I expect of myself. I swear if I develop chronic fatigue because of this stomach flu I had I'll be really peeved.
This also had as a result that I was unable to finish my manuscript for Luitingh / Magictales manuscriptwedstrijd.
I will keep a track on the site to see how my fellow writers that did make it to the deadline are doing.
This does mean I will have more time to spend on making my story, my world and all the nutcases that sojourn over there, do as i say. :D
I know I'll finish this story and all the other ones in the world, for crying out loud I finally understand why there is a petrified ship on top of that mountain. How can I not write it down. :)

A year of nothings everything and a lot of planning.

It's been nearly a year since I've posted here last. Not that nothing happened, it's more that too much has happened what made me not find the time to type it all down. :}
So here I am trying to write nano again. I say trying as the moment I was planning to start writing on the first my subconscious decided that it didn't want to write the story I had planned. No it wanted to write something completely different. After battling it out for a whole week getting a whopper of a migraine to prove it, I finally gave in and asked my sub why the change in plan. It told me that where Markater's Elysium is a prologue to 7th crossing, Birth of the Chrystal Witch is the first real story in the world that explains the essence of all the powers. Realizing this made more sense, I shelved Markater's for later and started to plan out the Chrystal Witch. I had everything planned on the 12th what gave me more than enough time to finish, then I exploded... Or better said I was struck down with a massive case of the stomach flu. 
Now with only 6 days till the deadline of nano and 12 days till I want to have this story done I have a word count of 0. 
But I will prevail, I want that winner bar.
Wish me luck. :D

Did Nano again.

Apparently what I needed to get out of this rut I have bin in ever since March, was to just plant my ass in front of a laptop and hammer 50 000 of the nearly 700k of words that were all clogging up in my head. I feel almost light headed now even though I know I have only scratched the surface. The MC's of this nanovel had no intention to do, say or be the characters I thought I had thought up. I mean my Eager, Smart, Cocky, single-child Male protagonist ended up as an Easy, Somewhat Idiot, Overly Friendly, Older Brother who at most times made me yell 'How can you be 21 and that stupid' to my screen. I mean it, I yelled.

Once again I made it, with a day to spare. :)

And as I promised myself last year I took more than 10 days for it. 17 is a good number too.

This is one of the sequels to last years novel *I Promise*. I say one as this is book 6 in the series and it was supposed to be the last but I already know what is going to happen in books 7 and 8. I still need to finish this one, re-write I promise and put down more than who has sex with who about books 2-5. Seems I have found my life's work.