She sat on the shared deck and admired nature’s beauty, the pouring rain, the sun piercing through the gray. Only days ago had she learned what this phenomenon was referred
to as. The Haitians called it the Devil’s rain. She didn’t know for certain why but thought it had something to do with the mystery of it all. How could the sun be present as rain fell? It had to be a miracle or one or nature’s great jokes, or perhaps it was the Devil’s work. But she didn’t believe in the Devil or anything of that grand mystical scale. Yet, she pondered the possibility. Perhaps the rain represented darkness while the sun represented light. They say the Devil is a fallen Angel, perhaps that imagery is what the Haitians were referring to, or perhaps not. Who knew? There was a sort of 
beauty in not knowing for certain. A delightful mystery she wasn’t in the mood to explore further for the time being. Perhaps she’d do the research someday, but for now, the blissful ignorance and the scent of the rain were enough. ​

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  -CR

Captain’s log:
 
​It’s been seven days since the world ended. Seven days to bitch and moan about how it ended. Someone religious once told me that the ends of time would be by fire, and they were right. Fire and Blood. That’s how our world ceased, abruptly and horrifyingly awful. Who knew the end would be so disappointing. Years of progress, years of development, all down the drain because of the two trickster gods that fooled us all. Damn them. Damn them to the darkness to which we now cling. Our souls damned with burning knowledge; knowledge that will haunt us to the grave. It has been seven days since the world ended, and I am not ready to move on. I cling to the anger because it is my only friend, a beast to control as I cannot control the other aspects of this life, this dreaded nightmare I cannot seem to wake from. ​

But, I want to thank the tricksters and their minions for the experience of having this world, without which I may not have become the person I am today.

Just checked on my site since I've been neglecting it for a while, and I'm seeing these weird stats. Why is a post from February 2016 the top viewed right now? Did someone link that post somewhere? I guess it's weird to be complaining about blog traffic, but I just find it strange to see it suddenly   pop up again. Thanks for dropping by here I suppose. :')

01.31.18

A blurry photo of the eclipse around 6:30am

I've come to the conclusion that fantasy is the most difficult genre to write simply because there are no limitations. You have to create limitations and rules, and then you have to remember all the rules you've set. Then maybe you decide to say "screw the rules", and you have to start thinking about limitations all over again. It's exhausting. I don't know what I was thinking trying to take this challenge on.   

​Goddesses help me. 

Hey all,

​My amazing friend Nakia, who is also a writer, told me about this interesting website called Notebook.ai, an online notebook that helps fantasy writers, gamers, etc, organize their universes by providing various sections that can be filled out. It seemed like a very good tool until I realized that to have more sections, you have to pay. I'm trying to decide if this is worth pursuing. It could be a very helpful organizational tool. 

I'm not sure if everyone is aware, but I'm attempting to write a fantasy novel. It's my biggest project at the moment, besides surviving the real world (which is awful, don't enter the real world for as long as possible, I implore    you.)

     At the moment, I've got a ton of Word files, notebooks, and post-its everywhere, so this might be a very useful tool to have in my arsenal. I'm still trying to decide, but I figure that I can use the money I'm making on Patreon to pay for it.  I'll see how it goes. If anyone has ever use this program/website, I'd love to know your opinion of it. 

​Thanks :)

It's so difficult.  

You have to think about how both characters are feeling, how they are reacting to each other, what they are thinking  during to conversation, what their bodies are doing, what are their hands are doing (Ricky Bobby style), if it seems like a realistic conversation, if the writing is even good, etc, and I'm just like this gif below right now...

But I guess trying to listen to a true crime podcast at the same time as I'm  trying to write this scene isn't the best thing to do, but hey I love multitasking. 

casefilepodcast.com/  (I'm listening to Case 72)

Anyway, Happy January    :)

I'm moving in with my SO (significant other/bf/best friend/partner) tomorrow. It's a big day and a big step, but I think we will be alright. 
I'll try to start writing more and more once we are settled in. I'm considering doing a week long exercise where I time my writing, perhaps allotting fifteen minutes a day for   free writing exquisite randomness just for the practice.
 Anyway, can't wait to set up our apartment. I haven't been watching HGTV programs all these years for nothing.   I'm ready.
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