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Need to fix my “Give A F***.”

Past couple years have not been conducive to writing. This last 18 months especially. Need to kick myself in the ass and actually write though, need to get back into the saddle and just do it even the days I don’t want to. Especially the days I don’t want to. That goes for doing my job,taking care of my home and vehicles, eating better, and exercising too. I’ve let a lot of things slip through the cracks because my give a fuck was busted.

Well it’s time to fix it.

For too long I let things that have gone wrong in my life and certain losses lie to me and tell me it’s okay to shut down and not do anything not care. To those that I’ve made promises that have kinda slipped by I’m sorry. I wallowed, and just as I was ready to get out of the wallow something else would come by and give me an excuse to sink back in and wallow more. I’m a grown man with responsibilities I need to tend to them, I need to tend to the obligations I’ve made.

If I’ve made a promise or a commitment and have not followed through and there is still time for me to do so let me know sorting out the mess I’ve allowed myself to make of everything will take time and left to trying to find it I may take a bit considering how horribly unorganized I’ve been for the past couple years.

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Stage One Take 2 – Accountability Day One

Accountability – Actually writing – right now I’m just trying to get in the writing habit again and posting scraps here for accountability.

Did this in about 23 Minutes and change on writeordie.com 519 words

Ember couldn’t believe her ears she listened tot he message again.  “Ember your mother is in the oven.  Please do not attempt to open it.  I am sorry it is too late.”  The recording repeated itself yet again “Ember you mother is…”  Ember let the phone fall from her hand and ran.  The facility they would have taken her mother to was not far away she might be able to make it in time.  She bolted past the armed guard on duty at the building’s entrance.  She placed her hand on the scanner port at the far end of the lobby.  She waited breathlessly as the light changed from an angry red to a sickening green.
A klaxon sounded and a mechanical voice droned from the speakers.  “Please hold burn scheduled for unit seventy-six.  Please hold burn scheduled for unit seventy-six.  Next of kin has arrived for unit seventy-six.  Please hold burn scheduled for unit seventy-six.”
A young clerk came over to Ember.  “Kin for Mrs. Amelia Young?” she asked cheerfully.
Ember stared at the young woman standing in front of her not able to believe her ears.  “You are about to cremate my mother alive?  How the fuck can you be so peppy and cheerful?”
The clerk ignored the question.  “You are here for Amelia correct?” the clerk’s smile never faltered and she did not miss a beat.
Ember glared at the little bitch.  “Yes I am here for Amelia.  She’s my mother.  why are you doing this?  I checked on her this morning she was fine.  She is still fine.”
The clerk frowned and stepped away from Ember.  “You say you had contact with Mrs. Young today?”
Ember snapped at the clerk.  “Yeah I had a video chat with her before I went to work she was fine.  Tired but fine.”
“No physical contact though right?”  the clerk was nervously fidgeting with her badge.
“I have not been over to ma’s house for a month.  With work the way it is lately I just can’t get the time.  But I do a video chat with her three times a day.  She was fine this morning.”
“No she wasn’t.”  The clerk seemed apologetic now.  She also stopped playing with her badge.  “Your mother was infected.  We have to do a burn.  We can give you twenty minutes grace in the visitor cubicle but that’s all.”
“How?”
“Looks like an infected wasp may have gotten in her apartment.  Looks like the infection started at the base of her neck.  She wasn’t tired. She’s undead.  Or more correctly she will be by morning.”
Ember fell to her knees.  Her mother was infected.  The burn had to be enforced.  The clerk took Ember to the visitation cubicle for burn unit seventy-six.  Her mother sat calmly on the other side of the glass.
“Ma who called on you?”
Amelia Young looked her only surviving daughter in the eye and wept.  “I did dear.”


It has Begun.

Okay been a while no excuses – I’ve just been busy and got distracted -500 Writer points for me. (as in negative/ minus points)

My new attempt at a novel has begun – Not very far into it haven’t even completed a scene finally found a starter opening.  Whether it remains as the opener or ends up changing later on time will tell.

Still working on hammering out my short story challenges to myself.  Still hammering out time to read as well as write.  but Accountability needs to start sometime.  And I’ve procrastinated long enough letting everything else come before my writing.  Well that keeps me in the wannabe column not the writer column I need to stop wanting to be and start doing.

First words for the Novel Attempt have been placed down in word… when budget nazi allows me I’ll upgrade to scrivener for windows – though in the interim I may jump over to space jock’s ywriter.

I may start going to the library after work for an hour or so a couple times a week so I can avoid the guilt trips I get for not playing with my youngest who barely gets to see me because of a 8.5 hour workday and a roughly 2.5 to 3 hour commute (each way leave about 5 am get home about 6:30 pm)

Back to accountability – Going to try to get back on the ball

Goals – Long Form >= 1667 words >= 5x / Week; Short Form 3 Shorts / week; Idea Bank 5 Ideas / day >= 4x/week; Short Story Challenge 1x week.

Goals means that’s where I want to end up at during this stage not where I’m starting at. Now for the mean time I think I’m going to attempt to start Short Story Challenge 1x Week, and >= 500 words 3x/week then build from there to meet my goals.

Which brings me back to my short story challenge and the details.  Still trying to figure out exactly how I want to handle that.  So in the meantime I’ll just attempt to get one posted each week until I can figure out a way to put the challenge more in the hands of others than me challenging myself.


Ass In Chair – Accountability and Weekly Challenge.

Greeting and hallucinations it’s been too damned long and it’s time to get off my ass and start posting again and working on my accountability.

 

Here’s my Current Goals

Fiction

Long Form – 1667 Words a day 5x a week

Short Form 3 Shorts a week

Idea Bank 5/day 4x per week

 

I’ve Gotten a couple more Ideas over to the fine folx at Every Photo Tells http://everyphototells.com/ One has been recorded and lets hope the other is up to muster and I’ll try to get a few more done before their Hiatus ends.  Which brings me to my next project.  In order to keep my ass motivated I need harassment and challenge that’s where I call on you.  If you’re interested in helping me please comment below.

 

I’m going to start doing a weekly Short Story Challenge.  Get a prompt and see what I can dash out.  I need to sit down and figure out what would be a fair challenge.  Word count, rating, etc.

I need Cheerers and I need Jeerers to prod my ass into getting shit done.  I don’t expect you to blow sunshine up my ass but I don’t need you to hand me my ass wrapped in a pretty pink bow with the word candy scrawled across it in pink frosting.

 

No excuses about the past it’s past.  I need to keep my head in the present and look to the future, and keep the past in mind to make sure I don’t fall in the same traps.  If you wish to help keep me accountable let me know here and harass me on twitter RAsplundJr https://twitter.com/#!/Rasplundjr

Some out there have my email address and they can harass me there too.

I’ll try to post at the very least twice a week once with my progress about sticking to my goals (and face it it’s going to take time to get up to speed) and once to post up my weekly challenge.

For those that will help keep me on task and participate in this endeavor I say thank you in advance.  To those that choose not to hey no hard feelings, thanks for taking the time to read the post and if you read further updates hope you enjoy.

 


Not an Excuse – An Explanation and an apology.

Yeah I was supposed to come back strong this summer and get my chubby ass back on track and it didn’t happen.  Without going into details, Life got in the way I had decisions to make between writing and crits vs life drama, and sadly drama won.  Some of it was important, some of it was crap that I should have just brushed aside and gotten back to work but at that point I was so thoroughly out of the habit that it was far easier to just flop on the couch and daze than think.

For that I apologize.  I get distracted very easy, and if I’ve been away from things too long drop me a line and bust my chops about when the next post / review / pimpage is coming out.

I do plan on getting back on track both with Pimpage, and my Accountability.  Summer kinda sucked my will to be responsible this year and that’s not an acceptable excuse, I’m sorry that I let laziness creep in and hold sway this summer all I can say is I will do my best to keep up  with my responsibilities that I undertook of my own free will.  Nobody made me start a blog but I really do need to keep up with it.

Harrass me at @RAsplundJr on twitter or here on the blog when I start slacking.


Stage One Day Eleven – Scraps

More scraps from Nightshade… 600ish words today.

Dax was startled when his cell phone rang.  He had not realized that he was that close tot he surface that he actually was able to get signal again.  He grimaced and he glanced at the caller ID display and pressed the button for silence then ignore.  Best not take that call so close to “them”.  Dax knew that even though he could not see them he had company.  They never let humans get too far out of sight in there domain.  When he got surface side he would catch holy hell for putting his fiancée’s father on ignore, but the last thing he wanted is for them to be able to use Liz against him.  The kobolds in the inky blackness around him were not the kindly mischievous house spirits but rather their misshapen soulless brethren that lived in the mines and caves.  The only thing keeping the little monsters from killing Dax is that their master had use for him.

A screeching voice made him jump again.  “Run along human, your task has been given do not tarry here long less the master change his mind about safe passage.”  The little bastard even cackled at him.

Dax hated this deal, hated playing messenger between the surface and what his employer referred to as “downtown” a city under the streets of Chicago, beneath even the old rail tunnels beneath the upper city.  Two years ago Dax would have laughed at the thought of something so big being right under the noses of city above.  Monsters living so close to humans and nobody ever suspected it.  Dax would have told somebody if there was anyone that would not think he was off his nut.  What was worse is those that would not think he was insane, they would be in service just like him.  That means that his family would be in jeopardy.  Indentured servitude to a vampire was not the way he wanted to spend his life.  But if he did not do as he was told then his family would be slaves in undeath.  Dax trudged up the path that would lead him to the secret exit to the pedway trying to figure out a way to get out of this take his Ma and sister and Liz and just run to where the vampire could never find him.  Dax jumped as a hand touched his shoulder coming out of the secret door.

“You don’t look so good kid.”  The stranger grabbed Dax by the chin and turned his head back and forth looking over his face and neck.  “Nothing up top, I’ll take your word that there’s nothing down below if you give it.  Too jumpy to have been turned more than a couple days if you have been turned at all.  What business did you have with Barov kid?”

Dax gawked at the man standing there in a black duster, and sunglasses.  It was the middle of August and freaking hot and sweaty even here in the climate controlled pedway and why the hell was he wearing sunglasses underground at nine in the evening?  “None of your business freak… Wait you know Barov?”

“Crime lord leech and general asshat?  Yeah I know the bloated tick.  What I’m trying to figure out is if I have to tie you up and stick you back in the shaft, or whether I can count on you to keep your mouth shut go home pack and GTFO of dodge before his ‘people’ declare war.”

Dax backed up against wall. “War?”  He stared at the man.  “You’re going to start a war with vampires?”

Nightshade removed his sunglasses, the red light from his glowing eyes shone bright lighting the alcove in a blood red light.  “Not all of them.”


Stage One Day Ten – Scraps

Little more dealing with My Brother’s Keeper –

This was kinda how I imagined the story opening –

Xandar hated dry land.  He hated the dammed tradition that kept him on it for one month out of three.  Hated to pretend to be less than he was more than anything else.  He looked up at the young woman for the hundredth time since he was forced to dock; she leaned on her sword lecturing him about balance.

“I cannot understand how one so graceful on the deck of a ship can step like a lame foal on land.”  She laughed as she offered a hand to help him to his feet.

“Let us practice on the deck of my and we’ll see how things change.”  Xandar took the hand and stood.  He was a proud man, but he was also a prudent man.  He understood the ruse.  Another tradition handed down since the first of his line sat on the throne.

The captain of the king’s elite guard gave him a wink as she helped the young merchant sailor to his feet.  “The king said you’d say that.”

“My brother knows me better than most.”  Xandar gave the woman an appraising look.  She was much too sharp for his own comfort.  If Roland wasn’t careful about what was said in her presence he might have to exile her.  “Captain, I appreciate the drilling, but I grow tired of being knocked to my back for the day. “  He bowed to her taking her gauntleted hand and kissing her fingertips like he would a lady of the court.  Then he swept away towards his apartments.

“Prince Xandar, I…” she stammered.  She stared daggers at the Prince’s back as he walked away.  Elsa Daggerforge hated the training sessions with the arrogant prince but her duty to the king and royal family made her keep up the sessions.  She hated his flirting.  She hated having to beat him so badly in the practice duels.  Though there was something satisfying about putting the man on his arrogant backside she found appealing.  If he were not so handsome it would not be so distracting but the man’s arrogance made her realize the flirting for what it was.  Though there was something about Xandar that did not add up.  He was so deft of mind, yet so unsure of foot on dry land.  She had seen him aboard his ship; he was a captain that worked beside his men.  He was like a spider in the rigging moving with inhuman grace.  Put him on good old fashioned solid ground and he moved slow and deliberate like he did not trust the grounds stability.

Two weeks ashore with another two maybe three to come.  There were pirates in the west that needed to be tended to, and the only crew Xandar could trust to do the deed was stuck in harbor waiting for its captain to finish his penance for being born into the royal family.  Xandar thanked the gods that Roland had been born first.  Looking around he grimaced he missed the rolling of the deck beneath his feet.  The salt in his face the wind in his ears called to him.  Duty was duty however.  He and the rest of the elder four behind Roland took turns cycling through the court keeping abreast of current events.  Xandar found it painfully dull.  He missed the sea.  He missed not having to pretend to be a foppish fool, instead of what he was.  It was hard to hide his predatory nature, the longer he stayed away from the sea the harder it was to control.  On the Surface Xandar appeared to be a typical spoiled royal brat, but out on the waves he was able to be a hero.  Yes his people thought he was a villain and hated him, but there were those that knew that the greatest scourge of the seas actually worked for the king.  Pretending to be his enemy to draw out those that would harm the king was something Xandar was trained at since he could walk.