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(1109 words) “Arman, did you pack your mask?” “Yes mom.” “Did you pack your stabilizer?” “Yes mom.” “Do you have an extra tank of O 2 ?”   “Yes m –” the young boy paused and started to rummage through his bag searching for the compact canister. A large sigh escaped him as he panned over to his mother who had her decorated hand on her waist. A soft chuckle escaped the tall woman as she tucked the canister in his backpack. “Thanks mom” he whispered. With a scratch on his head, she strapped the mask on his face and fixed the goggles on his eyes and gave him a kiss on his forehead. A heavy and weary sigh left her as she hugged him. “Mom, I’m just going on a field trip.” the boy sighed. “I know sweetheart. It’s just that the gas levels are really high today...the highest we’ve seen in months.” she whispered. “It’s fine. Aren’t you a scientist?” “Yeah,” she chuckled wiping her nose, “Yeah I am. Go on, you don’t wanna be late.” He waved back at her as he walked th...

Post Nanowrimo...Woe is Me!


"Get it down. Take chances. It may be bad, but it's the only way you can do anything really good."

William Faulkner


Welcome back to the cave everyone! It is 4 days past Nanowrimo and the amount of Instagram posts I’ve seen of persons posting them winning it. My whole feed was taken over by photos of Nanowrimo banners and blurry pictures of word counts. The ‘oohs’ and ‘ahhs’ of commenters congratulating them on their success. I have now been seeing posts of people now posting that they didn’t win Nanowrimo this year. And honestly, I loved those ones as they gave a sense of realism to persons writing in 2020. And by persons, I mean me lol. The year of 2020 has been a whole roller coaster, especially with my writing. Oh my gosh, I have never struggled so much to find words for my stories. And I think that’s ultimately why I didn’t participate in nano this year.

I was already stressing myself trying to write some flash fictions, nevermind a whole novel I have just sitting among my other word documents. I’m just glad I finished at least two or three flash fictions. I’ve finally gotten back into editing my novel. I’ve even added a whole new chapter to the beginning. It has honestly been really fun just to get back into the world that I created and the characters I’ve thought up. My word count goal for this project is for it to be around 85,000 to maybe 95,000 thousand words. 

Right now, this book is sitting at 59,357 words and I plan to add some more words to it today. What are your literary goals? Did you win Nanowrimo this year? If so, tell me your experience! Though it may seem that I’m a bit pessimistic about Nano from my last blogpost, it’s actually very exciting to see people plan out and execute their story ideas. Especially newer writers. They are absolutely adorable about planning and executing their first novel or any sort of fiction that has some length to it. Just the pure drive in their eyes is so fascinating and honestly very motivating. 

With me, I think I rely too much on the gratification of pleasing others in the writing community about these sort of events that it ultimately kills my inner drive to write. When I hit a certain word count, I can’t wait  to go read what others have done to their projects and show them what I did. And that’s all fine and dandy, if that feeling didn’t dissipate away so quickly after. Some people, especially around this time, experience Nanowrimo postpartum or ‘post nano slums’. It’s that after a period when you’re done and you don’t know what to do with yourself or with your project.

I was really tempted to pick my science-fantasy project back up for nano, but I think that intimidated me to not pick it up. Watching other people's youtube videos and reading other books made me feel my book...my world, I’ve built feels inferior. Everyone was having elaborate, well-thought out societies, functioning languages and here I was, with a large world I’ve built; but secretly in the corner of my room questioning its legitimacy. And I think...I know that has to change. Not just with me, with everybody in this community. But that’s going to be all of my ramblings I have for you this morning. This week’s post will be a shorter one as work became extremely hectic the last few days.

Let me know what your plans are for the holidays! I may grace you guys with one or two flash fictions that take place in my world lol. Well, talk to you folks soon!

Until next time…

Better Weird, Better Writing!


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(1109 words) “Arman, did you pack your mask?” “Yes mom.” “Did you pack your stabilizer?” “Yes mom.” “Do you have an extra tank of O 2 ?”   “Yes m –” the young boy paused and started to rummage through his bag searching for the compact canister. A large sigh escaped him as he panned over to his mother who had her decorated hand on her waist. A soft chuckle escaped the tall woman as she tucked the canister in his backpack. “Thanks mom” he whispered. With a scratch on his head, she strapped the mask on his face and fixed the goggles on his eyes and gave him a kiss on his forehead. A heavy and weary sigh left her as she hugged him. “Mom, I’m just going on a field trip.” the boy sighed. “I know sweetheart. It’s just that the gas levels are really high today...the highest we’ve seen in months.” she whispered. “It’s fine. Aren’t you a scientist?” “Yeah,” she chuckled wiping her nose, “Yeah I am. Go on, you don’t wanna be late.” He waved back at her as he walked th...