1K a Day Challenge – Week Thirty Four

It’s August 30th, 2015. Week thirty four of writing 1,000 words per day of fiction. It’s time for another update!

Days 235 through 241 have been successes, with a minimum of 1,000 words per day written.

Stats for Days 235 to 241: Continue reading

1K a Day Motivational – “It Inspires Me” August

It’s the last week of August and that means I’m talking about something that inspired the unholy bejesus out of me!

There’s a movie that came out a little while back (2012 to be precise), and you can see the trailer for that movie right here!

Although you probably shouldn’t. The trailer is pretty bad. Which, now that I’m thinking about it, is why I said OH HELL NO to this movie when it was first coming out.

Seeking a Friend for the End of the World (referred to as simply Seeking from here on out) is an apocalyptic romantic comedy, and that’s a weird damned combination, let me tell you. Continue reading

Touch, Color

248 words to create a character, as per Chuck Wendig’s most recent Flash Fiction Challenge.

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They quarantined me when I turned someone purple. Then they started paying me. I could try to explain it, but that would require knowing the first damned thing about it.

It just started one day in a most indelicate position. Mid-coitus, if you prefer a polite term. I tend not to. When you can’t even touch yourself without becoming cerulean blue or neon pink, you kind of stop giving a shit about social nicety.

They flew me to Hollywood first, and I can’t even tell you how many rainbow dogs are running around now.

Once Paris got wind the fashion industry just about shackled me to the runway. Oh, they paid well for their dazzling dresses and wild lavender hairdos, but I don’t even know how many bottles of hand sanitizer I go through in a day. They cart it around in a suitcase, and even though it dries quickly my hands always look splotched with paint.

I get to touch a lot of beautiful people, though.

Scientists have poked me, prodded me, biopsies. You name it and they’ve done it. All the equipment is in a lab somewhere, untouched. Turns out people aren’t too fond of a CAT Scan machine that’s blood red inside and out.

I don’t know. It has its upsides. Coloring Easter eggs has never been easier. I’ll never have to work again with the obscene millions they pay to be yellow, orange, midnight blue.

But no one wants to sleep with a freak.

1K a Day Challenge – Week Thirty Three

It’s August 23rd, 2015. Week thirty three of writing 1,000 words per day of fiction. It’s time for another update!

Days 228 through 234 have been successes, with a minimum of 1,000 words per day written.

Stats for Days 228 to 234: Continue reading

1K a Day Motivational – “I’m Killin’ It”

Thirty third in the Motivational series. What could I possibly talk about after that many weeks? LET’S FIND OUT TOGETHER. Just come into my basement, children.

Just kidding.

I don’t have a basement.

So I’ve covered dozens of topics at this point in the Motivational series (not including the mini-reviews), and it’s been a real struggle each week to find a topic unique enough that it warrants a Motivational, without treading over the same ground again and again.

And I do walk some parallel paths in these, don’t I?

A hundred words seems like enough stalling, doesn’t it? Continue reading

1K a Day Challenge – Week Thirty Two

It’s August 16th, 2015. Week thirty two of writing 1,000 words per day of fiction. It’s time for another update!

Days 221 through 227 have been successes, with a minimum of 1,000 words per day written.

Stats for Days 221 to 227: Continue reading

1K a Day Motivational – “But I’m Settling Back In”

Thirty second in the Motivational series, and tied directly to the previous week’s “But I’m on Vacation”.

My vacation ended a couple days ago, and the last day of my vacation turned out to be lots of travel and an attempt to return to the normal routines of life. Only problem is, normal routines had fallen by the wayside. What’s a sleep schedule? What’s work? Why do I need to do that? Laundry? Chores?

Fuck all that. Continue reading