Writing Time

So, I've always wanted to post my writing up on here, but I'm always nervous about putting work I really care about out into the internet, where it can be snatched up, twisted, and spit back out as some mutant (or even identical) version with someone else's name on it. So with my two (and a half) novels, I've avoided putting more than a few clips up for blog consumption.

Today this changes!

I've created a blog for my newest project, which is something I'm working on slowly, and more for practice and precision (and to try a new genre-- one I'm not very good at; supernatural and sexy). While I still consider this my property and very much hope no one steals it  (pretty please?), because I see this more as a project than a novel-in-the-works, I've decided to serialize it in a blog.

I'm also hoping for as much feedback as possible (even if it's only a comment or two), and other than critique forums where that's all I'd get, this seems like a good outlet.

Anyway, if you're interested, it is  (as of it's inception, but possibly not as it comes out) planned to be a story about a succubus who is kidnapped and forced into rehabilitation.
Supernatural. Sexy. Dramatic.
Maybe even the possibility of some crime solving involvement, or a sort of magical Girl Interrupted subplot.

Sound any good?
We'll find out, I guess.

If at all interested, first chapter will be up this week:

http://cynwriter.blogspot.com/


Tell me what you think.

Depression

 

Depression hurts like bruises trapped in your heart like clouds behind your eyes and scars wrapped around your skin. Anxiety like electricity blazing through your head and worms slithering in your veins. Fear like hands gripping your wrists, tying you down and clamping your mouth shut, but if it opened all you could do is scream because the world is crashing down on you even when nothing is wrong. Mean Reds like noise in your head, driving you away from your life and under the covers. Hide. Run. Don't smile. Don't talk. Cry. Just cry and hide and let the lonely in as the world goes on around you like a ride that's just too high. Just too fast. You weren't invited and wouldn't have any fun anyway. It's your life and it's always just out of reach.

Finding Light when it's Dark Inside

sit outside in the sunshine, even on a cold day. close your eyes and let the sun soak into your skin.
sip hot tea by the window. don't think about yourself, just watch the world outside. watch the sky. watch the trees.
go for a walk when it's bright out. think of songs you love and pretend there's nothing else in the world. hum.
buy flowers for your bedroom. make your living room smell like pumpkin or apple spice or cinnamon in the fall. breathe. relax.
drink iced hibiscus green tea with honey. lie on the floor and watch sunlight on the walls. daydream.
light candles in the darkness and breathe in their warmth. remember quiet times of calmness and peace and simple joy.
lie on the carpet or bed and listen to quiet, beautiful music. let it seep into you and wash the rest of the world away.
eat chicken soup or chinese dumplings. let the heat and flavor roll through you. live in the moment of your taste and savor it.
dance to music that makes you feel alive. close your eyes and see the light of the music pulse as your body moves.
remember the sun. remember the light. remember that things always get better. not right away, but eventually.
find your light. hold on to it. don't let go.

TiLT :: Sunsets in International Waters

Things I've Loved This Week

(or last week, on vacation)

Crisp, sweet, refreshing coconut water over ice & Cuddles with puppies when we finally got home & Watching old shows about ghosts and spooky things & Beachwear souvenirs from Key West & Planning my new apartment!!! & Sweet and bubbly local Bahamian soda Goombay Punch & Sitting around in the hot tub and watching the sea go by & Sipping Pina Coladas while strolling through beautiful Key West & Forcing Dan to sip his first Cafe con Leche and watching him want more! & Conch Fritters out of a truck for both breakfast AND dinner & Sitting on a pier at the very bottom tip of the Florida continent 

& Beautiful sunsets in the middle of the ocean that remind you of that life can be wonderful.

<3

Lazy Sunlight Through Windowpanes

I have an idea for pictures along the blank wall of my bedroom.

Tiny, framed photographs, arranged haphazardly in waves along the drywall.

Black and white photos of the people and world around me blending into sepia candids followed by full color prints of flowers and sunlit skies.

Something to see and smile at, reminding me of the beauty in my own life. I don't always see it on my own.

taken & edited with my htc hero.
i need a real camera...

i am

tired

and

bored

and

anxious

and

all i want to do 

is go.

still.

If Mary were here maybe I would.

If I were different. Braver. More impulsive. More fun. Maybe I would.

If I had money, I'm sure I would.

but now, all i want to do

is sleep.

Teeny Clip 1 :: Affair?

“I don’t know how serious your relationship with her was, but I swear, swear, swear that I’m trying to help her. You don’t know me and don’t have any reason to trust me, but if I’m lying you can…I don’t know, call the cops and have me arrested. I really, really need your help. I’ve been trying to piece together her last week, but I can’t find any information about her anywhere. I talked to the owner where she worked but as soon as I got more personal he started clamming up. I know she met with you, and I’m pretty sure she kissed you, and I’m pretty sure she had feelings for you, but other than that, I’m lost.”

            I leaned forward in my seat, my hands raised in a begging motion, my eyes pleading. Brooke continued to glare, now leaning back in his chair as my words died out in the crisp air of the room. With a sigh he leaned back onto the desk, his face a mixture of loss and determination.

            “How did you know?” he asked, his voice soft.

            “You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”