Dh and Money...it's driving me crazy!

Sunday, December 07, 2008

I just feel like dh is not listening to me. He's home tonight but will be gone tomorrow. Something was charged on the debt card and instead of dealing with it he's yelling at me because he doesn't want to because he want's to watch t.v.

Of course the t.v. is the computer and it's loud as all get up and of course if I'm watching something with the kids he has a fit over the sound.

But the point is that he refuses to deal with this issue...some how watching a show that we have all seen before is more important than finding out who is charging our debit card. Of course he wants full control of the money because "he works" I have another week until pay day and that's so not going to happen with 15 bucks in the account and the fact that I need to get the tags for the van done.

Which, he's having a two year old fit because I did not do it during the week and instead wanted to do it on Monday when I knew I would have someone to help me do all this by watching the baby. But no, I got to do it when he says so, as if doing it last week would make a difference, the money still would not be there!

He needs a reality check!

At least set a freakin budget.

It seems that the military does everything for him like he's a baby that soon as he steps into the real world he is lost like a child in a grocery store...it's sad and it drives me crazy.

Hugs-Kat

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NaNoWriMo 2008 WINNER!

Sunday, November 30, 2008

Yep, yep, that would be me!

Actually I won yesterday but I'm just now posting due to the fact that it was so late at night yesterday. I was totally thrilled to have won!

And, I actually won my personal goal...well the goal that said 60k-100k words or until I finished the story. Well, it ended at 55,166 words.

I'm not sure how I feel about the ending. There are three cases in the story and at the end of the last one, the ending is pretty much wrapped up. He gets what he needs, walks out and goes to visit his brother and...the end.

Though I do like the ending line, very good line and very simple.

So, here are the numbers. For the entire project, so far I have a total of...155,166 words!

22,678 of those words will be used for the next book (the one that is going to be books 3,4 and 5 combined).

That leaves book 1 at 132,488 words long. The average book is said to have 300-350 words per page depending on print size, hard back, paper back and the such. So, as is without editing, this novel stands at roughly about 378.5-442 pages long. I think that's a pretty decent size book.

I can say that I'm totally happy that it is done and over with...well for now. I have other things that I want to get to and write and more things that I want to do with my time and all. NaNo is fun but I'm a person who needs the variety and this has been in my head for way to long (the story that is) and I quickly got bored with it. I can't wait until next year though. I'm hoping to either finish up the next book or start another one and I got a few ideas going on!

But, it will remain in my head. Dec. I will be reading and researching more. My focus will be on how to edit and revise along with grammar and the such. I will also research police procedure, forensics and more on psychology just to make sure I have a clue. And in Jan. I will be reading what I wrote and will be editing more of the work along with doing some revising.

I know it will take up a great chunk of my time but I'm keeping my time line open up to March so that it can all be spread out. It will be the first time that I will be attempting something like this.

Until then, for those who stayed with me during this writing adventure and those who are fellow writers, I will keep you up dated and will see you in April for Script Frenzy!

Hugs and much love to you all!-Kat

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Thanksgiving day

Friday, November 28, 2008

I have much to be thankful for but unfortunately, I haven't been able to write it all out.

For the past 3...4 days, totally losing track now, I've been on oxycodone for pain. I'm not too happy about it, just lifting the turkey to put it in the oven hurt and that was while on the pain meds. I'm sure that if it doesn't go away by monday, I will be setting up an appointment for pain relief.

Until then, I'm trying to get by. The pain is in my hips and lower back.

Turkey day other wise was great. We did the turkey dance, ate dinner together and everyone pitched in to help cook. We talked about things we were thankful for and I'll have to go through all that in a later blog but it was a big eye opener for us all...I do such things...open up eyes. :)

I'm hoping that everyone had a great day. I was thinking of calling Stacey but it's late and I'm sure after the events of the day she just want's to lay down and crash! LOL

I know I do but...Sorry to say, I've been writing everyday, just not towards my NANO and that is something I need to do. The work towards my NANO has been research, notes....yeah, the inner editor came along once I got done with book one. It's sad, when you count the days that I wrote for nano, it took me 9 days to write 42,000 words...that's about (pulls out a calculator cus she's a writer, not a math geek) 4.666.66666~ words a day...I was on a roll!

I stopped with the toothache and had the day when dh left and the day before that and yada...life happens but I knew to keep ahead of the game and to write something, notes, research, read up on what needed to be done, there's a lot that goes into being a writer, it's not just "sit down and write" there's tons of different types of research and the such. I'll get into it later.

Anyways, I just realized, you know, I should be done by now...I could have went back to my old schedule. Granted my house would be a disaster for thanksgiving and I would have done little to nothing with the boy and not have spent anytime with dh during his visits...but still, I could have...should have...would have...

eh, it's done and over with!

I'll give a full update on what I'm doing writing wise later on.

For now, I hope you all had a great thanksgiving.

Love-Kat

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Fragmented Evidence Ch. 1 Excerpt

Tuesday, November 25, 2008

Okay, this is my original excerpt for this years NANO. I'm...okay with it...I guess that's the phrase. I really don't think that the scene gives the reader enough information about the book or a clue as to what the setting, tone, voice or anything for that matter is. I think that it's overly flowery, compared to the rest of the work. I seem to be pretty good with dialogue and not so much with setting so this was an early attempt at getting setting before I realized, "Hey, this is NANO, don't worry about editing and getting it right, just worry about getting it written." .

But, here is a section. I will try to shift through the chapters for better sections. Maybe some that give some of my favorite dialogue! Whoo Hoo!

Hope you enjoy!


(Fragmented Evidence-Chapter One-Last scene)


Tears trickled down her face, branching out across wet cheeks, running into smears of thickening blood and vomit before thinning out to the cracked corners of her mouth. Her jaw shook as her lips formed words, mouthing a cry for help. A wide streak of red made its way from her nose, stopping on the edge of her upper lip which quivered, splattering blood through the air.

What past her upper lip overlapped and swirled into clear saliva before dribbling, falling from her mouth, adding to the pool of slick vomit and coagulating blood. Arms stretched flailing about, finely mixing the salt, the sour and harsh liquor into a medium that her fingers, unknowingly painted circles in, as she desperately sought a way out. The fear of death, as cold as the winter wind gust of upstate New York, whipped through her body before the warmth of exhaustion proceeded to over whelm the dull pain that made its way through her.

Suddenly her attacker stood up, letting go of the grip, and sending her partially suspended body crashing, her chin smashing, point first, before her forehead bounced off the tile floor. Tighten skin from her previously distorted face splintered and exposed living tissue. She laid there, eyes closed, sprawled in the contents from her stomach, not wanting to move, waiting and listening to the sound of foot steps and a door as it closed, sending deafening echoes through the floor.

-Kat

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My Ode- (Monologue)

Sunday, November 23, 2008

This here is one of my favorite pieces I've done. It is my first attempt at a monologue and it is done in my favorite style, "First thought". It is an Ode, another first for me, to one of my favorite actors, Mr. Vincent D'Onofrio. I actually did this piece during an inspirational writing phase (some may remember that crazy time a couple of months ago.) and it means a lot to me and my NANO writing since my main male character has been inspired by Mr. Vincent D'Onofrio's Law and Order Criminal Intent character Detective Robert Goren and Mr. D'Onofrio himself (along with a bit of my own imagination...oooh la-la.). This piece also was done after stepping away from poetry and fiction and turning instead to non-fiction and inspirational pieces so this a re-entrance into what I normally find myself doing. At the same time, it is very different from my normal writing. While it is first thought and I do write what comes to mind (with no fear or shame), I do feel that this piece has more passion to it. The tone, voice and style of the piece seems more mature compared to my earlier pieces and I feel this shows my growth over the years as a writer. Though editing and revising is always needed, I am very happy with what I have here.

So here it is, a raw form, no fear and no shame... my ode.


Ode to
Vincent D’Onofrio


I love the fact that Vincent D’Onofrio is a man of intrigue and passion. The actors' actor, the theater actor, the character actor is what I call him, a man whose mind is always dissecting the inner emotions of mankind, eyes that not only see the emotion but give the emotion, feel the emotion. I love it when he looks at me with those, brown, brown eyes. I know you say, “He is not looking at you,” but he is. He is emotionally feeding me with those eyes, dissecting me with his mind, and when he moves his lips, he is reading me, the inner parts of me. Smiling with his eyes closed I am moved by Private Gomer Pyle and when Guy looks into the camera in pure orgasm, I can not help but to be intrigued by those eyes.

He is a man, six foot four, and it is all about his hands-- sizable and vigorous hands, libidinous and strong, hands that cause me to, in my mind, straddle this man who sits in the midst of embarrassment, humble and shy, each hand cupping my breasts as he speaks clearly in that oh-so-softened voice of his. And, though I’m intrigued by his mind, the knowledge of his fear of intolerance, his guilty pleasure of sex, the thought of spending an afternoon wrapped in his arms, cheek to cheek, reading, and listening to the "Sexual Healing" of Marvin Gaye, I still allow myself, a woman of intellect, to become womanized, intrigued by the passion of this man and the notion of the arrogance of his cock.

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