Writing Ranting – NaNoWriMo – The Viper’s Library

I’m please to announce my NaNoWriMo project for November 2022. I actually started this for last November’s NaNoWriMo, but it grew into a trilogy, and I was polishing up another novel for publication

This month, I hope to get the final 30k done based on my estimated word count. Either way, I will finish this draft.

I have a playlist on YouTube and cosplay (see featured image) for my main character on my TikTok and Instagram stories. I’ll also be posting regular updates.

Zelenka, a new breed of vampiric viper, has been in hiding for 200 years. When a group of hunters chase vipers who know Zelenka into her quant town, word gets back to her sisters and sire. Now Zele has a choice: run, fight, or play her sister’s twisted games.

Dante and his companions, Killian and Nolan, are skilled viper hunters who are more than happy to make a deal with Zelenka to help protect her lands in exchange for the secrets of her kind.

But the deal becomes more than Dante and Zelenka bargained for when they’re forced to play along with Zelenka’s sisters’ games.

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A Fantasy in Darkness


Check out more from my Embracing Darkness series.

Darkness consumes me in its obsidian, a welcome relief from the blinding light of day. It wraps me in its coldness, and I let it. A black veil draws closed another day, and here, in my stillness, I have only myself.

I am free, yet Darkness traps me in my own imagination. It follows me like a shadow. Never ceases. Never strays. Never stops. Constant thoughts battle in deafening war of truths and lies. They steal the reality of the light and turn them into what I please.

Fantasies grown from a single seed, and I reap the bounty as if famine had denied my imagination of its sustenance. Vines of lies and illusions twist and entwine, but all I see is life and beauty in this dark place. Why can I not see the lie?

I reach for what I think is real only to grasp at air that chokes me. I lose myself in the toxicity of it. Breaths do not come, only retching and agony. Fallen, I flail, reaching for something sturdy, a hand, a rail, anything that can help me up. But here I stay on the floor in my darkness with the fantasies and lies.

Tell me the truth. Why lie?

Image by Kellepics at pixabay.com.

Pearlescent

A little poem from my random Bursts of Words collection.

I once had a collection of pearls in an iridescent shell. Each one contained a piece of my heart. Some I wore on a necklace when I needed them while others were safe away from the cruel world.

They shimmered in the sunlight and brought me strength when I doubted myself. With so many, I occasionally gifted one to the people I cared deeply for. Sometimes, they gifted one back.

One day, a man came into my life and shared his heart’s pearls with me, so I shared mine with him. A woman soon joined us, and our pearls glimmered as if from the same shell. They were beautiful together.

That was until I stumbled, and my pearls rolled away. My friends did not reach out to catch them. Instead, they stomped and crushed them to dust until my heart had no joy, no laughter, only emptiness. Once there were no more pearls, the pair left me to pick up the pieces.

I collected all the dust I could and placed it back in the shell. For weeks, months, I stared at that shell with my broken heart, occasionally peeking at the destruction inside. 

Each time I did, I cried until I was out of tears for the day. Begging my friends did nothing, only left more anger and pain within me.

Those who broke my pearls did not take responsibility but blamed me until I blamed myself. 

Eventually, I stopped looking in the shell, but the memory of the cracking pearls haunted my days and nights. I was adrift in this fog with no strength or solace. 

I ached with more pain than I could handle. It drained me, stole the last of my hope. Days, weeks, months passed as my heart remained pearlescent dust. I wandered aimlessly in a fog, going through the motions as one does when they have little to live for.

I cannot recall what made me look in the shell one day. A speck of hope or desperation. But when I looked, a pearl had reformed, and a piece of my heart along with it. 

Now, I open the shell to find more reformed pearls. 

They do not shine the way they once did, but the pieces of my heart come back one by one. 

Image by Myriams-Fotos at Pixabay.com

Cleansing your Creative Palette!

Photo by Victoria_Borodinova at Pixabay.

I have multiple project disorder where I keep having too many ideas and projects on the go. Sometimes it’s overwhelming, and I struggle to focus on one project at a time. I’ll be working on one project, then suddenly get zapped with ideas for another, and I can’t concentrate with all these clashing ideas. 

It’s always good to prioritise one so that you can keep a steady momentum until the project is done. But it’s also a good idea to have something for when you need a break from said project. It’s a way of managing multiple project disorder.

I call it a creative palette cleansing. It refreshes your mind while giving you something to work on for the future. Keep the creative juices flowing. 

Right now, I’m focussing on Out of Ashes, my historical fantasy about witches and warlocks. And one or two mornings a week, I work on my Starlighters pentalogy, which is getting some serious attention in its outline along with some scene tweaks as I prepare for the next full revision. 

This gives me a chance to pour my ideas into two different projects while keeping the focus on one. Gotta have a dessert after really good meal, right? 

Here, have a fun cover track…

Brainstorming!

I am still unpublished right now, and that’s absolutely fine. I’m enjoying the writing process and polishing my work. Nothing is in a state to be published except for maybe a couple of shorter pieces. But while I have the summer off, I’m going to focus on the novels. And that means brainstorming. Lots and lots of brainstorming. 

I love brainstorming. I love seeing the ideas come together to create a story. I also love pre-revision brainstorming to improve said story. Brainstorming alone is fine, but brainstorming with others can be massively helpful as well as encouraging to have someone like your thoughts. Also, you never know what other ideas it prompts. 

It feels like therapy for your WIP. You express what’s causing problems for you and talk it out together. Or having someone listen while you sound out your thoughts is just as therapeutic for your work. I have a few people I love to brainstorm with. Not only are they great for bouncing ideas off, but they’re really nice people, too.  

Even before the various international lockdowns, countless writers have been turning to online communities to discuss their work. It’s easier and more convenient for busy people, especially those of us who are aspiring writers and still need our day jobs. The writing website I’m on is great with helpful forums. I’m open to all and any discussions on writing in general, but when it comes to brainstorming my own work, I find the forums a little unsuitable for my particular style. 

I created a Discord group a few weeks ago. I’m not sure what my original intention was for it, but I soon turned it into a writing group. Since then, I’ve had a few great conversations with a fellow writer on there. And now it’s time to invite more people. 

My idea is simple. To bring a group of fantasy/sci-fi fiction writers together in a place where we can discuss various ideas and approaches to our writing. 

Feel free to ask about my Writing Ranting With Others discord group. You can download discord for free here and find me as SilverLinings#0367. 

The more the merrier.