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I'm an artist who can't choose a medium. My current weapon of choice is a black fine line art marker, which I use to doodle pretty little illustrations. I turn them into clip art that you can purchase in my Etsy shop for use in projects like web design and scrapbooking. I live with my husband and evil black cat in Chicago.
Showing posts with label writing. Show all posts
Showing posts with label writing. Show all posts

Wednesday, October 31, 2012

NaNoWriMo


I love NaNoWriMo.  Last year I didn't think I had the time to even attempt it, but this year I'm making time.  I've got my characters picked out.  I've got a tentative plot.  I've made a pinboard with my cast of characters, creepy settings, and other things to get me in the right frame of mind, and I can feel my characters coming alive in my head.

It's an awesome feeling.

The most important part for me in creating a character is to have a very firm idea of what they look like.  Otherwise I get confused about what their voice sounds like when I'm writing them.  I know, it's weird.  So yesterday I went hunting on Pinterest for pretty people, saved the ones that looked promising, and to my delight, a story began to form around all the pictures I'd selected.  I've made up a dozen character sketches, and I'm still working out how everyone plays off everybody else, but it's all coming together really nicely!

Turns out that I'm writing a paranormal horror romance.  I don't even know if horror and romance can rightly go together...  oh well.  It's going to be a blast to write anyway.

So, I'll see you after this madness is over.

Sunday, August 29, 2010

Oneword.com Drabble

I found www.oneword.com yesterday, and signed up, because it seems like a good time and a good little writing exercise.  There's a one word prompt every day, and you get sixty seconds ('oh, my god! The clock is ticking!') to write about that word.  Today the word was 'loft'.
The loft was a wide open space, light filtered through milky glass windows, and Arthur stood at the heart of it, hands on hips, scowling.
“Hi,” Merlin said. 
"You're late," Arthur replied.
It's a tiny Merlin/Arthur reincarnation!fic drabble!  I like this method of writing.  It's mad.  The thought process is like, "Gah!  'Loft?'  What do I--  Shit.  Clock is ticking.  Oh, this sucks-- Shut up.  Okay...  Hm.  All right.  That's not... that didn't come out as terrible as I thought it was going to be."  It's fun.  More, please!

Okay, seriously now, Rachel, that's enough procrastinating.  You've got massive amounts of work to do for your Travel Fair piece, and you are Running. Out. Of. Time.