#NaNoWriMo2016 Day 4 Blog:

Well I have completed my writing for Day 4 of NaNoWriMo. I will be honest and say I have not written as many words as I wish I would have, however, today I wrote over 1,000 words, so that is an accomplishment. I hope to catch up and get ahead during the weekend. We shall see how that goes. It’s been a tough project and it will without a doubt need the most editing out of any of my projects simply because of lack of cohesion. But, it has still been a beneficial project. I’m having fun with some of the memories I am recalling and some not so much fun with others. But again, i am proud of this project because of all the growth it can give to me. In any case, it is quite late and I am plumb tuckered out. I will try to be better about posting a blog daily in addition. However I have kept with my goal of writing every day! So celebrations to be had for that. Until next time!




#NaNoWriMo2016 Day 1 Blog:

#NaNoWriMo2016 Day 1:

Sometimes starting a story can be the most difficult part of the writing it. This can be for varied reasons. For me, the difficulty stems from not knowing quite where to begin. Last year I highly outlined my story and wrote the most I had ever written previously for NaNo. Much of that planning came from doing my Let’s Write YouTube series and taking the month of October to plan out my NaNo project. This year, it’s a very different story. This year’s story is very personal and I think that the reason I am having such a difficult time is that it won’t be an easy story to write, but I think in writing this story it will help me grow by letting go and accepting some things that have happened. I think there is a lot I haven’t dealt with. I hope it helps me understand myself more. I plan on writing this in first-person point of view and boy am I nervous. Even if I don’t make the 50,000 word goal, actually working on this story is where the real success will be obtained.

I wish all you reading this, the best of luck on your NaNo projects this year and that you succeed in the goal you have set for yourself apart from the 50,000 word goal.



Music and Writing

note-24074__180 Currently listening to: Crossroad (feat: Danyka Nadeau)- AU5, Danyka Nadeau

I am someone that is often inspired to write from music and frequently listen to music while writing. Tonight is one of those times where I have been inspired to write because of a song I am currently listening to or listened to recently. Tonight’s inspirations was a song from a Monstercat album. It’s part of the genre known as EDM (Electronic Dance Music). I am very fond of this genre and frequently listen to it. For some reason, this song inspired me to write about a particular topic: Music and Writing and how these distinctive artistic and academic forms of expression are interconnected. Please note that this isn’t some academic article but merely my opinions on this subject and none of these opinions should be taken as expert opinions.

Music for me is very special. There are songs that make me feel things on such a level that I even self-reflect and learn more about myself through the song, or learn more about life. Now, many people may be asking, “Edana, why do you think writing and music are interconnected, that doesn’t make sense.” I can see their point; however, I respectfully disagree and here’s why: there is one key thing that those who don’t understand may be forgetting: both music and writing tell a story in some way shape or form and both will reach people differently and there are multiple forms of expressing it.”

This may to some seem like I am merely stating the obvious but as stated above, for some this connection is not obvious to them and they don’t understand it. I am going to address specifically why this song struck me with inspiration by discussing the music itself as well as the lyrics of the song.

The song starts of soft and slow with piano and simple electronic sounds for the first stanza. Once it hits the second stanza the beat picks up and you get the crescendo before the drop (this is when the bass of the song drops) If some of these terms don’t make sense, I apologize. I’m not quite sure how to word it otherwise. It then softens again when repeating the first stanza but when the second stanza repeats it picks up again and then there is a nice section with the beat (the bridge?) where it is just the music. Just the music on it’s own brings such strong feelings for me. I distinctly remember the first time I heard this song. My friend, Azure, had given me a list of songs she thought I might like and so we got on a skype call so she could see my reactions as I listened to each song (as I am a ridiculously expressive person). I remember instantly closing my eyes as soon as the song started and I knew in my head that I was going to love this song. No cliche intended, but I went on an internal journey with this song. I’m going to tackle both stanzas as they repeat throughout the song.

“Say the words
Even if it hurts
We’ve been pretending nothing’s wrong far too long
Say it out loud
Like you really mean it now
Cause this is the last time”

“We’re at the cross road
And I can’t let it go
I tried to make you stay
But you’re already far away
We’re at the crossroad
And I let it go
Now I know this much is true
I won’t be running after you”

The second stanza hit me similarly to the first one in the sense that it reminded me that I wasn’t facing, harnessing, or being empowered by my fears. I was just running after what I wanted to do without actually grabbing it and actually doing it. To be quite honest I was at a crossroad in my decision and this song honestly helped me take the step down the right road. It gave me the strength to be decisive and it just happens to have a great down beat. But in all seriousness this is just one of my examples of where I could talk about how Music impacted me in some way and typically it is the lyrics, the written words that are part of the song.

Music and writing cannot help be intertwined. They enable each other to reach people and heal, encourage, empower, strengthen, and bring joy to humans in way that other things can’t do. Well that is my two-cents worth for now. We’ll see how long it is before I write another one of these. Sorry if this was all over the place, my writing is like thoughts and ideas in my brain; makes sense and is connected to me but not necessarily to everyone else. But, until next time, I bid thee farewell.






Update & a Poem!

So. . . I have not kept up with this blog like I planned and wanted to. But, you know, sometimes things happen and it is the most unexpected things that make you remember something. I am going to do a very brief life update. On April 9th I began another new adventure in my life. I started live streaming. I can’t believe it’s been almost 2 months since that first night. It has been beyond an amazing experience.I have met some of the most amazing people and am so blessed to be in such a supportive, encouraging, fun, and positive community. This evening I was watching a very sweet woman’s stream named Rain. She was playing a game tonight I had never seen before, but it made me feel so many things. The game is called Journey. I don’t know really anything about this game, but, this game and Rain’s stream inspired me to write. Something I haven’t been inspired to do for awhile. Below are the fruits of the inspiration.

Journey’s Friend

A new friend  joins
at journey’s dawn
the travel’s far,
and rest too short
for journey’s long
and life, too short

Together we fly
through drifts. . .
wet and cold, seeping
to our very souls
for journey’s long
and life, too short

Through winds of terror
they rip and shred
clipping our wings
our flight no more
for journey’s long
and life, too short

Alas, we were too weak
to reach our journey’s
The tears of eternal
silence call
beckoning us to them.

But, listen there
a chime
The empty snow,
fills with life restored

Long life to you
my journey friend
loves own shape
we drew to close
the chapter of
this adventure
we shared.

But do not fear
dear journey friend
your message made
my heart so full
of life and love

So now, I must thank you,
dear journey’s friend
for all you have gifted me
the sacrifice together we made
to reach the paradise. . .

where we could fly.

It felt so amazing to write again. I feel so overwhelmingly blessed and thankful for these wonderful people who inspire me each and every day to embrace and accept myself and to keep learning and growing as a member of this crazy place we call Earth. I wish you all all the blessings today and in the future.


NaNoWriMo- Day 2

Okay, Day 2 was definitely harder. I won’t be doing a video, it’s far too late already. But I did it though. I made the goal. I didn’t write 1,667 words today but I had more than 3334 for the two days, so I call that a win-win. I don’t know if it was my tiredness, this part of the story, or just it being the second day, but it was definitely tough. But it is 11:27 pm here and I am finally heading to sleep. Below is what I wrote for Day 2. I’m not happy with it, but, now is not the time to fix times, now is the time to write them.  So good luck all my fellow NaNoWriMo participants!

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As the girls silently made their way towards the Hall, the center of the temple, the silence wrapped them in a cloud of quiet gray and worrisome thoughts. Dara stood in the center, flanked on either side by the white robed Lywyn and the blue robbed Kali. As they passed the courtyard off the male dormitories they saw Davian, his green robe and wavy auburn hair blowing in the morning breeze sitting beneath a tree, his eyes closed and seemingly oblivious to everything around him.

“Davian, get over here. It’s time to go. Stop talking to the trees and get over here.” said Dara, her small frame lit with good-humored irritation.

Davian’s eyes opened slightly and his mouth twisted into a slight grin, but he made no means to move. Lywyn and Kali tried not to laugh, they knew what was coming.

“DAVIAN, DON’T MAKE ME COME OVER THERE!” Dara bellowed, her face starting to turn red. Dara did not like being ignored. It always pushed the volcano within her that was waiting to explode closer to the surface.

Dara stomped over towards the green-robed priest when he made no moves to actually come over to them. She reached out her hand to smack the man, but a tiny sapling blocked her way.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you. Plants need to be handled with care, and trees are no exceptions.” said a laughter filled voice from behind the tree.

“ARGH, well if you weren’t such a pain and would do what I tell you, we wouldn’t be having this discussion, now would be,” huffed Dara.

“Hmm, that may be true. However, if would be far less fun.” replied the voice which seemed to belong to the wavy auburn hair of Davian Ajax, friend of Dara and the resident king of tormenting the temperamental fire priestess.

Dara made a move to smack the young man and he chuckled as he hopped away. Laughing as she began to chase him, yelling at him to stop and face her like a man. Kali and Lywyn looked at each other and smiled. While they may be there for moral support, they knew Dara needed Davian to help her forget her worries, his penchant for teasing her turned into a necessity to keep her from worrying herself sick some of the time. As much as the two were enjoying watching the antics in front of them, they knew they needed to go. the Choosing Ceremony was going to begin soon and Dara as a nominee, needed to be there sooner.

“Alright children, as much as I enjoy watching you run in circles, we unfortunately need to go.” said Kali.

The pair stopped running around in endless circles and walked towards to the two women and stopping in front of them, breathing heavily and their foreheads glistening with movement inducing perspiration.

“Do we have to Kali?” Dara asked, her voice small.

“Yes dear, I’m sorry. Just know we will be there with you, okay?” Kali said, her heart breaking just a bit for her friend, knowing how scared she was of what was going to happen.

The now created quartet walked down the long corridor towards the hall. Dimly lit candles lined the walls on either side and incense could be smelled from small alcoves along the way. At the end of this long hallway a set a double doors made out of mahogany stood in front of them.

“Well here it goes guys. Wish me luck. See you soon.” said Dara, softly and yet with strength she certainly didn’t feel in that moment.

Opening the door she walked in and felt the door close behind here. She could see the other nominees in front of her. Varia, the Air Priestess, Tyla the Earth Priestess, and Fioria the Water Priestess. All three women were much older than her, with Varia being the youngest of the three, in her 40’s. Fioria smiled gently at her and motioned for her to come closer. Dara moved slowly forward taking in the room around her. The room was a circle, there were 3 other doors besides the one Dara entered from. There was an inner circle in the center of the room with a very center holding a fire that gave Dara the best feeling in the world. Above the fire was a block of ice that was suspended in the air, held up by several vines that came from a hole in the top, and never melted, but seemed to move around as if there was air currents pushing it this way and that. There were four marble pillars situated in four points of the inner circle connected by a line of smooth mahogany wood. Dara stood in the empty spot in front of the door she entered from. The women didn’t have to stand there long as the door behind Dara opened and the rest of the priests and priestess filed into the room. All the red robed priests and priestess gathered behind Dara with the rest gathering behind their perspective Element nominee. The other three doors entered and the sages entered. These people, 2 man and 2 women had no element affiliation and were nearing 100 years old if they weren’t already there. They walked towards  the center of the room. Their long black robes sweeping on the white marble floor and hoods pulled back. The sages had no names and their faces were not memorable and yet you knew it was them if you looked at them. They all moved in front of the four woman, pulling their hoods over their faces. Nothing happened until all the sudden, the fire from below shot up as if the air trapping it had been removed. It hit the ice instantly melting it, but the water did not put the fire out. Instead the fire seemed to surround the water and cause it to just evaporate. Next to do battle was the vines. Twisting this way and that it tried to wrap itself around the fire, but finally after several moments, disintegrated into burnt dust. All eyes turned to Dara. She had never been to this ceremony in her time at the temple, but with just about everyone looking at her and the fact it seemed the fire “won the fight” she had a feeling she knew what was coming. The blackness of dread began to gnaw at her. She looked around, not knowing what to do.

The sages all turned towards her, as if speaking with one voice.

“The elements have done battle and a victor has emerged. The High Priestess has been chosen. The decision can not be changed. The Fire Priestess Dara will now hold the title of High Priestess and will remain in this position until her death. Let it be so.”

As the final words were spoken, the fire grew brighter and began to form into a ball of flame floating in the center of the circle. The sages turned and walked out the doors leaving the priests and priestess alone. Quiet tittering could be heard. Dara stood there not knowing what to do. The other three priestesses had already moved away towards their respective element group.

“Well, this is going to be really different. I think we should go ahead and all leave and let us allow today’s events to sink in.” said Dara, nervousness and worry evident on her face, although she was clearly trying to hide it.


Everyone began to trickle out the door until only, Davian, Kali, Lywyn, and Master Bob were left. Dara looked at them all and when her eyes fell on Bob she ran to him and began to cry. He wrapped his arms around her. While Master Bob was not actually her master, he had done much of her training and was the only father figure Dara had. He held his surrogate daughter close, allowing her the time she needed, her friends by her side, but allowing her the time she needed. It was still early in the day, but so much had happened. It was a lot to take in. The five of them did not know what the days ahead had in store, but hopefully it would be a bit calmer than today and maybe even easier. They didn’t know how wrong they were.

Word Count: 1,391

NaNoWriMo- Day 1

Guys it was the first day of NaNoWriMo! So my plan is to post what I write each day with the word count at the bottom. I hope to also do a short video each day talking about my feelings about that day of writing. So my story has a tentative title, it may change. Let me introduce you to “A Forest in Flames”

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Tall forest pine and thick oaks, trunks thick and hearty surround the stone walls of the town in a half-moon. Tall mountain peaks surround the forest behind the town, layering the town as if it were the earth’s crust. The sun began to rise, beginning its ascent to the sky.

It was 5 o’clock in the morning and Dara stood on the balcony outside her room, leaning against the wall, little sparkles of fire twinkled around her as she breathed in the cool air, her breath coloring the air in a faint shade of grey. A knock was heard on her door she turned and walked back inside and headed towards the door. Opening it just a crack, she peaked through the opening, a tall woman with long, straight blond hair clothed in a long billowy white robe with a gold chain around her middle floated in front of her.

“Good morning Dara. I thought I would stop by and say hi.”

“Morning Lywyn, come in before someone else walks by and sees me in my dressing gown.”

Lywyn chuckled at her friend. Smiling she followed her friend inside to her room, instantly feeling at home. Although Dara came across as prickly and fiery, she had the most comforting and calming feeling rooms in the whole temple. She took a seat next to her friend by the roaring fireplace. The contrast of the warm fire with the cool morning breeze filtering in from the open door made Lywyn shake her head at how much it reminded her of her friend’s personality.

“So. . . Dara how are you feeling this morning?” Lywyn asked her friend, wondering how long it would take to pry out her true feelings. She knew Dara was feeling some emotion strongly, if the tiny sparkling fires floating around her were any indication. She would say it was nervousness.

Dara sighed, shoulders sagging and her eyes seemingly to be staring into the fiery abyss of the fireplace. She stayed like that for several minutes before responding.

“Since I know you well enough to know you will keep bugging me until I say exactly how I feel here it goes. I’m nervous Lywyn. I’m scared. I don’t know why this is happening. I went and saw the Scryers, and if they are correct and I’m actually chosen, I don’t know what I am going to do. I know it’s about who the magic chooses, but I don’t know why it would choose me. Why didn’t someone say something when I was nominated.? Why didn’t someone tell them it can’t be right?”

Lywyn reached over and grabbed her friend’s hand, forcing Dara to look at her. Squeezing Dara’s hand she thought back to the week before. The nomination ceremony for the High Priestess position. All priests and priestess must attend, because that position may turn into the position of the High Priest, it just hadn’t happened yet in 500 years. No one had said anything when Dara was nominated. To be honest, it was most likely because everyone was shocked. She was the youngest person to ever be nominated and probably the least likely person to do the job.

“Oh Dara, I’m sorry. I will say, I appreciate when I don’t have to metaphorically beat out an honest answer out of you. So, thanks for telling me on your own. I swear the only emotion you show to people is anger and occasionally if we’re lucky, some laughter. I’m so proud of you.” said Lywyn, her eyes twinkling with mirth. Dara rolled her eyes at her friend.

“But, in all seriousness, even if someone wanted to say something Dara, you know we can’t question the nominations, just like we can’t question who is actually chosen.” replied Lywyn

“I know, but that doesn’t change how I feel. I feel fire in my belly and it isn’t the good kind. I have never been more nervous or scared in my life.”

Tiny little tears began to run down Dara’s face. Lywyn eyed her friend. Her long, thick, and very curly raven colored hair was alight with a red glow, her black eyes were red and puffy. One thing was for sure, Dara did not pull of the still looking beautiful while crying at all. She squeezed Dara’s hand and as she did, the tears that had been trickling down her face started to pour down in streams and her shoulders shook as she sobbed quietly. Lywyn got off the chair and wrapped her friend in a big hug, holding her close while the sobs, so silent, wracked her thin frame.

“Oh Dara. Just let it all out dear, it’s okay to cry. Just let it out and let it go.”

Dara continued to sob for several more minutes. Lywyn wondered if it were possible that there was any water left in her, although she had a feeling Dara did not do this very often. Who knows how long she had been pent up and needed a good cry. As Dara began to sniffle, Lywyn gently rubbed her back, small little circles aimed at soothing her friend. Slowing taking the cool breeze of the morning and filtering it towards her friend, cocooning her in a cool breeze. Dara began to breathe deeply and Lywyn knew she had fallen asleep. Standing up, she levitated her friend to her bed and tucked her in.

“Rest dear. I will be back later on to help you get ready. I’ll bring Kali with me.”

Dara didn’t make a sound. The crying had completely knocked her out. Lywyn smiled sadly as she looked at her friend. They had been through so much together and they potentially would be going to be entering a new chapter of their lives. Moving some of her curls away from her eyes she leaned down and kissed the top of her head. Standing back up she walked towards the door, opening it, she walked out, closing the door softly behind her, even though she knew the sound wouldn’t wake up her friend.

An hour and a half later, Lywyn was back outside Dara’s door but this time she had Kali with her. The Priestess always seemed to be filled with hidden energy and never seemed bothered by Dara’s seeming prickliness like others were. Her bubbly personality and ability to carry on a conversation for hours on end almost seemed you were seeing a babbling brook. Softly opening the door they walked into the room and closed the door behind them. Walking over to the bed, they saw Dara tossing and turning. Fire crackled around her and her frequently untamable hair was standing out on end. Ever so gently Lywyn reached out and gently touched Dara’s shoulder. The young woman shot up in the bed so fast, it was as if she had been hit with lightening. Her eyes were wild and unfocused. Lywyn knew she would have to tread carefully as her friend may not be out of her nightmare.

“Dara dear. It’s okay. It’s Lywyn and Kali. Everything is going to be okay. Just take a deep breath. Everything is going to be okay.” Lywyn spoke very gently as she ever so slightly wove an invisible air barrier around Kali and herself. If Dara was not able to come out of her nightmare they needed to be protected. Dara’s magic if not controlled could be very destructive. Although, in retrospect, even when controlled it was very destructive. She was the epitome of a battle mage. Although, the term of mage was no frequently used, as they preferred the term elementalist as their magic only dealt with an elements versus other forms of magic. Lywyn turned slightly to look at Kali. The older woman had a look of concentration on her face. At least Kali knew the precariousness of their situation but also realized that staying calm was tantamount to succeeding in getting Dara calm. As the two women stood there, only making slow and gentle movements the crackling flames around Dara began to intensify, they seemed to expand and grow brighter and brighter. Suddenly they expanded so suddenly and exploded before rushing back towards Dara. The two women were pushed back slightly and Dara’s eyes opened wide. She took in several gulps of air, looking around terrified. When her eyes fell on the two woman, her eyes grew wider and large drops fell from her eyes. Lywyn hurriedly disabled the barrier and the two women rushed over to Dara, wrapping their arms around her.  Rubbing small circles on her back and talking as soothingly as they could, they tried to calm her down so they could find out what happened. Her sobs turned into sniffles, her eyes red once again, her face blotchy and streaked with reddish welts.

“I’m so sorry. Are you both okay? I didn’t hurt you did I?” Dara said, trying to see if she had hurt them, worry etched into her brow.

Kali batted her hands away. Giving her a stern look. The woman was not much older than them, but she sure could make them feel like small children who had disappointed their parents.

“Now you listen here young lady. We are both fine. We are worried about you though. Are you alright?” Kali asked, eyeing the younger woman with concern. Dara shook her head.

“No, I’m not, but I am going to have to be aren’t I?”

“Well, technically yes, but, taking care of yourself is most important. The elders will understand.” Lywyn popped in. Worry for her friend causing her to say things she knew weren’t quite true.

“I think your worry for me is making you delusional as usual Lywyn.” Dara replied with a small smile.

Lywyn wrinkled her nose, causing Dara and Kali to chuckle at her. Lywyn always had very expressive facial reactions. Lywyn rolled her eyes, shaking her head.

“Yeah, yeah, laugh all you want. You’ll thank me for my optimism later.”

Dara and Kali looked at each other and snorted with laughter. Lywyn glared at her friends which only made them chuckle more.

“Anyways, if you two are done laughing, we need to get you ready Dara.”

Dara sighed, nodding her head in agreement.

“I know. I was hoping you had forgotten and maybe I really could avoid this whole thing.”

Kali and Lywyn smiled sadly at her. Kali hadn’t been friends with Dara as long as Lywyn had, getting close to the the Fire Elementalist was an adventure all its own, but she considered the girl like a younger sister and knew this ceremony was the last thing Dara could ever want. The rumors going around were not helping. Even though everyone at the temple was considered family, some of the newer people did not understand Dara and didn’t understand that being nominated for the position as High Priestess was never in Dara’s plan. Being the High Priestess was essentially the leader of the Temple. That sort of responsibility was never in the younger woman’s purview.

“Alright, let’s just get this over with. If I’m lucky, all this hassle will be for nothing.”

Kali hid her face as she was not so sure. The fact the young woman had been nominated in their first place made her feel that her friend was going to get chosen.

Kali watched as Lywyn began to help Dara plait her hair into a fish-tail braid. Dara never could figure out how to do it on her own. Walking over to them, Kali grabbed Dara’s deep red robe from off the hook and handed it to her. Smiling in thanks, Dara took off her dressing gown and pulled the robe over her head, she grabbed the gold chain that was lying next to her and tied it around her waist.

“So. . . do I look okay?”

“You look just fine Dara,” replied Lywyn smiling at her friend.

Dara smiled shyly at her two friends. Even after all the time she had known Lywyn and even Kali, it was still difficult to express certain things verbally, but it was something she was working on. Taking a deep breath, it sure seemed like she was doing that a lot today.

“Thank you, both you. I know I have been more of a handful than normal, but I really do appreciate you being there for me. I don’t know what state I would be in if it wasn’t for you both and as much as I don’t want to go, I know I need to and I need to be at my best.”

Lywyn and Kali both wrapped their arms around Dara, and squeezing her tight.

“You’re welcome Dara. Always.” said Kali smiling at her friend. Wishing she could take some of the worry and stress away.

“Of course Dara. That’s what friends are for. Through thick and thin. After everything we’ve been through, we would not even think of abandoning you today.” said Lywyn, her voice strong and unwavering.

“Well, thank you again. You both are going to make me cry if you keep going. Let’s get going. I want to get this done and over with.” said Dara, standing rigidly, her eyes narrowing and her brow furrowed.

No matter what happens. Even if I am chosen. I know I have these two to support me and be there for me. Dara thought to herself. The trio left the room and heading to the main part of the temple.  All three of them deep in thought and worried about what was going to happen once they arrived in the Summoning Room. Hoping against all hope that their fears would not be realized.

Word Count: 2,274

Update on just about everything. . .

Okay so I am so bad at this. I was trying to do this and my Let’s Write series. I failed a little, okay I completely and utterly failed at doing both. However, failure can be a good thing because it can teach you something.

I have thankfully learned something from my failure at managing this blog while doing my Let’s Write project which is. . . I am very bad at managing my time. (I am mostly joking because I already knew this). In all seriously though, what I have learned is what I really want to do if that makes sense. I have also learned a bit more about myself, but that is for another blog.

I do not regret doing this Let’s Write Project, it has been beyond amazing and I would not go back and not do it. I have essentially written every single day for 53 days. That is a huge deal for me.  The most I have consistently written every single day may not have even reached a week, let alone almost 2 months. I have gotten really comfortable in front of the camera and gotten to the point that I am myself (dorky and derpy come to mind) and I am not scripting everything I say (just the episode number because I have a bad memory). I feel like I have become a more genuine person from this experience.

However I have realized that while I enjoy doing it, I will not be continuing it in the same way and possibly not at all. It is honestly not feasible to continue it the way I was doing it, if I am planning on trying to successfully complete NaNoWriMo this year. Which brings me to an announcement. I am planning and getting ready to participate in National Novel Writing Month aka NaNoWriMo. I have done it before but never came close. I think the most I wrote was 5,400 words or something of that nature. No my goal this year is to write 50,000 words. Since I work a full time job and need to eat and sleep so I can be at my best at work which is important as my husband is in school and can only work part time. However he is always encouraging me to do things that I love especially things that help my mind to grow and expand.

I have decided for the month of November I will going on a hiatus from Let’s Write. I will putting my focus into NaNoWriMo. What I want to do though is vlog and blog my journey through NaNoWriMo. It will be different and I think my goal will be to alternate between vlogging and blogging how I am feeling and what is going on with the writing. If I feel I have been personally successful then I will continue doing Let’s Write in that format. I will admit I am nervous about NaNo and about trying out this different thing. But I am excited.


I have really enjoyed talking about writing, and how I feel about a specific project rather than the aspect of writing the prompts for the video. I like doing the prompts but separately if that makes sense.

In short I will try to do one more episode of Let’s Write with how I have been doing it and then on Sunday, Nov 1st start doing it the different way.

I would love to hear suggestions and comments so please let me know what you think.

If you are interested in participating in NaNoWriMo or want more information about it, check out their website.

Also, feel free to check out my twitter and YouTube to see my adventures with NaNoWriMo as well as checking back here. Wish me luck!

See you next time!