I’m writing a thing and it doesn’t have a single spaceship in it.

WHUUUUUT?

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So I started this thing about three weeks ago and it’s queer and contemporary and it’s not even remotely science fiction.

Which was kind of freaking me out at first.

Like, I write sci-fi and horror. That’s what I do. But while I was watching the Olympics I got really excited about figure skating because FIGURE SKATING and anyway I started typing and before I knew it I was writing a contemporary lesbian romance story about these rivals turned lovers figure skaters and what even am I doing with my life? Continue reading

Free Christmas Story!

cat-christmas-wallpaper_10Happy Holidays everyone! I hope you’ve all been having a great holiday season. I am currently curled up on the couch with a mug of coffee in hand and a roaring fire in the fireplace. I ate entirely too much delicious food yesterday, and I will most likely do it again today. That’s what the season is about, am I right?

So, earlier this month, I had the urge to start a derpy little Christmas story about a kitten in outer space. There’s just not enough scifi holiday stories in the world, and everything is better with kittens. SO. Without further adieu, here’s a free Christmas story for you all:

The Christmas Stowaway

This story will only be available on the blog until Jan 1st. Hope you enjoy! And have a great Christmas Day, everyone!

[EDIT – 1/1/14] This story is no longer available. Thanks for reading!

❤ Laura

On the Importance of Reading Aloud

Following on this awesome post by Lindsay Allison about the importance of being a good beta reader, I’d like to share something I’ve learned from our little cuddle-fest of local writers.

One of the most important things I’ve learned from my critique group is how important it is to read your own fiction aloud. Before the formation of this group, I never used to read my own writing aloud, but now I do it in my everyday practice. After I’ve finished a chapter or long section of writing, I will go back over it and, rather than simply reading it silently in my head as I would once have done, I read it out loud to myself. Continue reading

In which I apologize for lack of updates, and apparently my brain is full of bees

Greetings fellow human inhabitants of the world wide web. Welcome to my black hole of non-writing, non-reading, non-stop craftstraveganza time.

So, I just got back from Momocon, an anime and sci-fi convention in Atlanta, Georgia, where I sold laser cat paintings and jewelry all weekend. Great times were had, and very little writing was done in the weeks leading up to the event, cause I had a lot of sparkly stuff to make. It happens. That being said, I’m pretty behind on writing and reading right now. According to Goodreads, I am 7 books behind schedule (SEVEN!) on my Goodreads Reading Challenge *weeping and gnashing of teeth*. I gotta get my butt in gear, you guys. Oh and add me on Goodreads if you like. That link goes to my profile. Continue reading

An excerpt from my current project…

As some of you may know, I already started my NaNo novel a little early. I’m currently just over 7000 words into it, and I’m having a blast. It’s silly, it’s fun, and it’s about zombies. Yay!

Anyway, I wanted to make a quick post to share a little scrap of my first draft with you all. I will only leave this up on this blog for the next week, after which it will promptly disappear as if by magic. *waggles fingers*

Some writers caution against sharing first drafts with ANYONE; they say it’s best to keep it all locked away until it’s DONE, but I’m not that type. I have to share; sharing with friends is what inspires me to keep going. I welcome any and all feedback, but please no serious criticism at this point. It’s a first draft; it’s kind of a mess. It will all be HEAVILY edited once it’s done. Anyway, without further adieu and disclaimer, here it is:

[REDACTED on 11.1.2012 –  Thanks so much to those who stopped by to read and leave comments!]

So that’s it! Let me know what you think!

Also! As a quick aside, you know what I’m really bad at? Description! I will leave a reader wondering what someone looks like for 50 pages if I don’t stop to remind myself, “HEY. NO ONE KNOWS WHAT THAT GIRL LOOKS LIKE. YOU SHOULD PROBABLY TELL THEM.” LOL. I’m much better at dialogue than description. How about you, fellow writers? Is there any part of the writing process that you have to come back and add in a later revision because it’s just not in your brain for that first draft?

❤ Laura

October 22 and already 5k in…

So we’re still over a week away from November, and I’m about 5000 words into my NaNo novel.

Oops?

I regret nothing.

PS: Obviously, I’m not counting any of this as part of my 50k, but the novel has begun. And so far, it’s hilarious. I’m enjoying it anyway, even if no one else does. *shrug*

Have any other WriMos out there already started their novels? Or have an idea what you’re going to write at least?

NaNoWriMo Creativity Kicker

Our local National Novel Writing Month group held its annual Creativity Kicker event today at my library! This is probably my favorite pre-NaNo event, and we always have so much fun. This year I had the added bonus of bringing the WriMos into the library where I work, and conducting the event as an official program for the library!

We started the event with a short introduction of ourselves and quickly got into some word games. The following are two different short pieces I wrote today during the word games.

In this one, each participant pulled one word on a slip of paper from each of three different hats: 1) Setting, 2) Object, and 3) Occupation.

In mine, I got: 1) Classroom, 2) Lamp, and 3) Chef

We were given 15 minutes writing time. I came up with a quick and rather unfortunate scene from culinary school:

The classroom lights flickered suddenly, causing Patrick to misjudge his measurement.

“Damn!” He cursed, pouring the extra cake batter back into the large stirring bowl.

“What was that?” asked Sarah, his distractingly hot lab partner. She, not for the first time today, adjusted her flour covered apron in a way that only highlighted her large breasts even more.

Patrick cleared his throat and began to remeasure the batter a second time.

“I don’t know, power’s flickering. Let’s get this done already.”

“Okay, you don’t have to be an ass about it.” She huffed, and Patrick poured the batter once more. In midpour the lights went completely out all at once. He heard batter splosh haphazardly in the now pitch black room.

“Fuck! Are you kidding me?” He shouted, slamming the pitcher down on the lab table.

Chef Roberto grunted from the front of the room, “Now Mr. Rodden, that’s hardly acceptable language for this classroom. I have a battery operated lamp up here somewhere for just such an occasion, let me see if I can’t find it.”

There was a shuffling sound throughout the room and one of the other students squealed suddenly, “Ah! Who’s that, what are you-ahhhhh!” The cry ended abruptly and a commotion spread throughout the room.

Chef Roberto found the lamp and light burst out of it suddenly, illuminating the scene.

Patrick dropped the pitcher he had been clutching in his dough covered hands, and Sarah let out a blood curdling scream.

There were approximately thirty five zombies in the room, and they all looked hungry. Somehow, Patrick didn’t think they had come for the cake.

In this next one, we had to again write for about 15 minutes, and come up with a story using 5 or more of the 8 or so physical objects that were presented to us.

One of the objects was a little stuffed penguin toy who, through some unpleasant series of events, had lost one of his eyes. Another object was a scarf. For some reason when I saw that little penguin and scarf, my brain went immediately to the old cartoon Woody the Woodpecker, and the little penguin Chilly Willy. In the cartoon, Chilly Willy is a happy go lucky little penguin who’s arch nemesis is the grumpy old walrus, i.e. Willy is the Jerry to the Walrus’s Tom, to use another old cartoon as an example. Anyway, another of our random objects was a poker chip bag with the Wild Turkey whiskey logo on it, and this (coupled with the missing eye) prompted a very sad vision of the future for little Willy. So long story short I basically wrote Chilly Willy fanfiction…I regret nothing.

The one-eyed penguin nursed the half empty bottle of Wild Turkey on the table before him and sighed with resignation. He tugged at the scarf about his throat and wondered, not for the first time, how it had all gone so terribly wrong. He glanced about the igloo at the various framed photographs, which reflected the flickering light from the dancing fireplace. The ace bandage on his ankle was itching again, and he bent over in his chair to scratch it. That stupid woodpecker was the one to blame. It was his idea to rob that bank in the first place. He’d never been the same, after that.

“Oh, Willy…” he chided himself out loud, “When are you going to stop blaming other people for all your problems? You got yourself into this mess. You can’t blame Woody for everything.”

The broken, sad penguin got up from the couch and went into the kitchen, grabbing a can opener out of the drawer before popping open his second can of tuna for the day. On his way back to the couch, he stopped to admire one of the old photos framed on his bookshelf. In the photo, a younger, happier version of himself was running over the ice, a fat fish clasped in his mouth and that angry old Walrus hot on his heels. Whatever happened to that old guy? Willy didn’t know. Now that it came to it, he almost missed him. Willy sighed and replaced the picture on its shelf.

Tomorrow he would go out and try to find a job. Tomorrow. But for now he was going to sit in his house, eat some tuna, and drink all his troubles away.

I’m sorry, not only did I just write Chilly Willy fanfic… I just wrote really depressing Chilly Willy fanfic. ….WHATEVA WHATEVA, I DO WHAT I WANT.

Anyway, I had a blast at our Creativity Kicker! If you are doing NaNo this year I highly recommend getting involved with your local group! If you don’t have a local group, start one!

❤ Laura