I'm Just Lookin For Some Tush

There are times when my brain just does not want to listen to me when writing a story and decides 'Hey I know you're not done with this book but lets write a scene three books into this series' Yea, cause thats what I needed on my plate, a scene out of nowhere that relies on certain facts to be established in books I havent finished, havent started, and havent even contemplated the plots of. Why, oh why, brain, must you torment me so? I obviously write the scene because I dont want to forget it and lose it and then berate myself for the loss of what could possibly be a great scene. The sequel to Haven is almost completely finished simply because there were so many scenes (some I didnt even know where meant for it that just started out as random ideas and I found fit well with the storyline I had already established) flooding my brain that I had to get them out. Then of course because they were there I stitched them together with other scenes. My brain began to say 'Well how would you get from this one to the next?' and I couldnt refuse because, fuck, I was curious too! AND THEN! This son of a bitch brain of mine decided it already had a new character it wanted to introduce at the end of the second Haven book, but oh, wait for it-the full character couldnt be explained until THE NEXT BOOK! Thats right. I fucking started a third novel. So I have one in the midst of its second draft edit. Another that is almost finished except for the third act. And then a third book in its outline stages. And to put a perfect piece of shit cherry on top of the fuck all that is my brain, I wrote a scene today that I know cant go into any of those three because its too soon in the timeline. So whats that mean? Yup, you guessed it. I have a scene that needs to fit somewhere in a fourth or fifth book. *Flips table* Just fuck my life and the imaginary worlds I create.

The Bird and The Worm

This is the least amount of posts I've done in any of the years I've had this blog. Needless to say I am ashamed, but also I have an excuse. I moved away from home. I moved 730 miles. Three states over. I left the place I had lived my entire life to someplace completely new and different to me. It has definitely been an adventure and a change of pace for someone like me, so used to city life and easy access to travel and the like. Its been three months since the move but were still getting settled. I started a new job and for a while it was taking up all my time. This week I have time to myself though while my love is away for work. A whole two weeks without him, as if becoming habit with us, before I get to see him for Christmas. My events for this week are making cookies, chocolate pops, and chocolates candies to share with everyone. Still nothing good on the pregnancy front. I try to stay positive but its painful at times, hoping for something that really is up to chance. Unlike other things in my life I cant make it happen by more work, a change in habit or anything else. Money is always an option but not currently available so I will once again hope that by next year I will be blessed with a baby. I'm not sure if I could make it if I fail another year, I believe after a certain point you just have to give up on impossible dreams.