The First Late Post

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Well, there goes my winning streak.  This blog post is late this week and arrives with my apologies–just as much to myself as my readers.  I know it is not a huge deal in the grand scheme of things to be a day late, but I did make the commitment to ramble at the Internet every Monday, and I would like to keep to that commitment.  No worries.  I’m getting back on track, and the rationale behind my tardiness is as good as any: yesterday I was contacted for my first job interview. I spent the day preparing for that instead of writing my Monday piece, and today I went in for it.  It went well, I think–so now we wait.

In other news, Dex-Con was completely amazing.  The people were friendly and approachable.  The games this year were exciting and plenty.  I bought myself what I believe to be the very last copy of Shoot Again Games’ Legends and Lies before they reprint with a new design in the future.  I also got to play an invigorating game of Monopoly, a game I haven’t played since I was in my teens.

My boyfriend refuses to play it with me because he insists it ruins friendships. We’ve had to agree to disagree on that one.

The major thing I got to do during Dex-Con was join the Dungeons & Dragons Adventurer’s League.  For those of you that don’t know, the League supports organized public play  of the system’s 5th edition, where players get to progress with their characters through an array of modules that bring them on all sorts of adventures.  The best thing about it is it is designed to be played with a random group if need be, so you can participate with any number of people who attend for the game, at different locations and different DMs (Dungeon Masters)  You have to begin your character at Level 1, and they cannot do the same adventure twice.  You can, as I understand, have multple characters, but their rate of progress is individual.  It was a blast.

I began an imprint of my character Magdalyn as a level 1 Monk.  I’ve played her as such in the 3.5 Dungeons and Dragons edition, only there she had taken on the Drunken Master prestige class.  By the end of the convention, I had leveled her nearly but not quite to 4, and met a wonderful bunch of people that share that passion with me.  I’m really hoping to find some League events locally now.

Because I did not heed to my exra time slots and instead threw myself into the fun of the convention, I’m a bit behind on my NaNoWriMo word count as well.  And I’ll probably continue that pattern for another week, as I have an important letter to start on.  Our very close friend recently enlisted in the Air Force Reserves and last Tuesday, left for his basic training.  Already we both have so much to fill him in on!

Here’s to getting back on track next week!


Pass the Branch: What Would Your Character Do?

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A busy, awesome week of progress and change for good this past w6854263759_5278eb4e4d_oeek–not much to update on personally though, other than to happily say that I think I have nearly mastered the art of the cover letter.  Hopefully, all the folk I’ve applied to so far think so as well.

The beloved and I are in the midst of preparing for his birthday getaway to Dex Con 18–a board gaming convention, and my first ever convention over all that doesn’t have to do with academia!  It’s promising to be an exciting time, made even more exciting by the fact that I have left myself open slots for each day there to sneak away and fulfill my Camp NaNoWrimo quota.

With so much going on but seemingly nothing of note to say, I was a bit nervous that I wasn’t going to have anything to write about this week, but nature proved me wrong quite literally this morning.

Every day, just about, I get up and I go about my getting-ready functions, and leave the house to go for a walk.  More often than not, I’m taking the long way to the coffee shop in town, which brings me through a nature trail alongside the river.  It’s a paved path, but this time of year, after all the rain we’ve had, the trail is overgrown with foliage.

In my path, where had been nothing before, was now a low hanging branch from a bush.  Well, not quite a branch.  It was a green, soft looking spine, like a vine pretending to be a branch, and it was stretched out, a bold imposing limb across my path. It stretched as though trying to touch the foliage across the way.

Admittedly, I was on my phone at the time, not quite paying mind, but when I saw the branch, I had a second to react and not a second longer.  And I chose to bow beneath it, and move on.

As I kept walking, I realized that in that one second I could have chosen to do anything, but I bowed.  I feel like that says a lot about me.  I respect nature and I respect in general, and I would rather avoid conflict but always follow through.  This started to get me thinking about writing, again, and the notion that this could prove to be a valuable prompt for character development.

What might you have done?  And specifically, what would your characters do?  There’s a lot of prompts out there that I’ve participated in, ranging from character’s favorite foods to who would your character sleep with if they could sleep with anyone and why.  There are lots of ways to project how characters will deal with conflict and interact with the world around them and how this makes them who they are.

So, how would your character pass a low hanging ranch, and what would it say about them?  Would they bow under? Swat it aside or break it clean?  Go around it (or try, perhaps, to leap over it?)  Or might they turn around and go another way?  Perhaps they would lift it up gently, or partake in a spontaneous limbo game.  I don’t know.  I can imagine a great number of ways and meanings.

Once more amazed at how simple daily happenings can provoke deep thought over something.

See you next week–Happy WriMoing in advance!

The Lazy Week before Camp NaNoWriMo

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20150515_114520Not much to catch up on this week–all in all it was busy, and uneventful.  Such is the way of things.  I’ve picked up The Wheel of Time, Book I by Robert Jordan again–and I’m going to finish it this time.  It’s no discredit to Jordan that I keep putting it down.  It’s rather the opposite.  Every time I get through the prologue, I’m inspired to run to the page myself, only to sit and stare blankly until I give up.  This time, I’ll stay put.  I’ll give it ample attention.

So what else?  I am fondly missing a green chair in a house where I’ve been sitting (in the literal sense, and in the caretaking sense) for the past two weeks while its owner was off on an adventure, and now they are home.  It was one of the best places I’ve ever read.  Simply perfect.

All in all, a lazy, busy week–which I guess is just fine, because next week is going to be jam-packed as I head to Dex-Con 2015 (mind your head on that flash intro), celebrate my beloved’s birthday, and start Camp NaNoWriMo.

As I’ve mentioned before, and for those that are still unfamiliar with Camp NaNoWriMo, it is inspired by National Novel Writing Month (in November), only it happens in April and July.  One unique thing about Camp NaNoWriMo is that you are randomly assigned to “cabins” with other people that may have similar goals or may be writing similar genres as you, that you can talk to and interact with as you go.  Another unique feature of Camp NaNoWriMo is that you can pick and choose your word count–so if your summer is far too busy for the full 50,000 words traditionally set, you can change your individual word count to be less. Or more, if that’s your thing.

Well, this Camp NaNoWriMo, that will happen to be my thing.  I am preparing myself to up the ante this year and finish my novel draft once and for all, by completing the challenge with 100,000 words.

With no school, and currently nothing more than freelance work and job hunting to do, I have no excuse not to be able to do it.

You see, I have been thinking a lot lately about getting my work published and out there.  It is really what I want to be doing, though to be fair I have many things that I want to be doing.  But first and foremost, I want to get my stories to readers.  I’ve been thinking about traditional publishing.  I’ve browsed the Kindle publishing page on Amazon.  I’ve thought of self-publishing in other ways as well.

But I really do need to finish them first.  They are all in my head, some of them from beginning to finish, but they’re not doing anyone any good there.  I need to get them out, and to have them exist as much outside me as within.

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NaNoWriMo is a terrific way to get a lot of writing out in a very short period of time.  It’s mildly competitive, there is no real prize for winning except for your own satisfaction (and maybe a coupon, and Internet bragging rights, of course), and it’s fun.  It puts the pressure

on and gives you no time to overthink about what you’re writing down–there will be plenty of time for that later.  I’ve participated often before, but often fell short of the goal, or even once used it for an Avengers fanfiction story I was writing.  (I love to write fanfiction.)

I am hoping that I can channel my competitive spirit for this one and really get it done.  50,000 words is already a great task.  It’s about 200 pages, give or take, given there are roughly 250 words to a page (type 12 font, double spaced).

Using the mighty power of math, 100,000 words will be roughly 400 pages total–and roughly 13 pages per day.  But it’s necessary to me.  Starbound is a part of me that is long overdue to be complete.

I still anticipate updating every Monday during this time, though the posts will probably be shorter.  But, by the end of it, I hope to have a draft that I can edit, re-edit and agonize over before submitting somewhere before October.

You’ve heard it here–I’m going to finish my novel this summer.  It’s going to be great!

Now, who’s with me?

Read Any Good Books Lately?

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Last week, I read five books, back to back and strictly for pleasure.  And it was amazing.

The upside to looking for employment is that I’ve had a bit of downtime in the meanwhile, and I’ve been using it to work through the pile of books I’ve promised my attention for the past year or so.  In the past week I’m happy to say I made a pretty nice dent in it…though naturally by weekend’s end I had buffed that dent out by adding more books to that pile.  Such is the way of things.

I finally finished Neil Gaiman’s Neverwhere, which pretty much blew my mind (an increasingly common feat for Gaiman’s books at this point in my life).  Charlie N. Holmberg’s The Paper Magician series was quickly devoured thereafter–a charming series that you should totally give a go if you are into magic realism and romance and wonderfully written characters.  The other was a more explicit romance novel about Scottish werewolves.  Because why not?

I also heard somewhere recently (I think somebody quoting Stephen King on Twitter) that if you don’t have the time to read, then you don’t have the time or tools to write. 

The ultimatum made me pretty ambivalent on principle (that little ornery voice in my head going “don’t tell me what to do rawr!”), but I can’t say I disagree.  While I read this week, I also did a lot of writing.  More writing, perhaps, than I’ve done in months. I found new words, new ideas, new possibilities I was not aware of before.  This isn’t an isolated incident or a new revelation, either.  Whenever I have done a great deal of reading, I’ve always done a great deal of writing as well.

I know some of us–or at least me, at one point or another–would like to think that the ideas just come from a pure, untouched well inside of us, but that’s far from true.  The pieces come from all around us, I think.  That well is gloriously muddy with the stir of life. Even dreams come from all the little fragments of everything we process in our daily lives and all the states of our memory–like a newspaper thrown in a food processor and recomposed, one random piece at a time. 

This realization used to, sometimes still makes me very nervous as a writer, believing that each and every thought has to be completely, purely original from me and never done before.  And it used to, sometimes still does depress me when I realize that’s just not possible.  That like it or not, I’m completely intertwined with the world I’m living in, right down to my thoughts and perceptions that are, because or in spite of, the world around me. 

That anxiety only becomes another excuse not to write (or read) at all, which, last time I checked, never helped any writer.  Not really.  So I cannot disagree with the assertion that if you don’t have time to read, you don’t have the time or tools to write. 

At the same time, I’m just personally…squicky about implying to people what the best use of their time is, or being told what the best use of my time is, because I am aware that it is so valuable, but feel that value varies from person to person, so, what is the best use of my time is probably a huge waste of time to someone else, and such.

So for the time-sensitive of us, maybe consider a different perspective.

The human body is a magnificent thing.  It’s tough and resilient.  The better you take care of it, the better it will take care of what you need it to do.  Food, rest, exercise, etc. make for the constant giving and taking of energy that the body does to keep itself alive.  If you stop sleeping, or eating well, it will still do what you want it to do.  But not as well.  If you fuel your body sufficiently with what it needs to carry out the demands you make on it, it can only become stronger and more efficient at its tasks.

Take what I said a moment ago about the newspaper in the blender.  It doesn’t have to be a newspaper. It doesn’t have to be a blender. Do you see what I mean?

If you do not read as much, you still have the ability to write, just like your body will still likely keep functioning if you don’t get enough sleep or food.  But it will probably be different.  And it will probably not be a good kind of different. 

If you fuel your mind sufficiently with the words and the thoughts and possibilities that it needs to create new and original from the world around it, the result can only be stronger, more thoughtful writing and thinking.  (Not to mention supporting other authors who have worked hard to share their stories with the world.)

Make reading for your writing as necessary as eating, sleeping and exercising for your energy, but most importantly, make reading necessary to your quality of life in general.

There’s really no downside to it.

Speaking of reading and writing a lot…isn’t Camp NaNoWrimo around the corner? 😉 

Being Perfectly Imperfect in Your Writing

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This weekend, I was honored to be included in the witnessing of a boy become a man in the eyes of his culture.

The ceremony was warm with nowness– the intimacy of a family of many generations all standing proudly in the present, and rich with a culture as ancient and deep and withstanding as the sands and the seas.

During this time, I was also brought to remember lessons of humility and grace when dealing with the ambivalence of others–specifically, those whose viewpoints do not align with your own–those who would consider you an outsider to their world, despite how very within it you are, even if in a small auxiliary way, like a blade of grass underfoot on your lawn.

The two events I speak of do not coincide in the way that you might think–in fact, they had little to do with each other–but they did in fact happen close together.  Such is the way of things.

I cannot say I dealt with the altercation ideally, at first.  But the way that I ultimately chose to handle the ambivalence was the same as if the events had been connected–with grace, and humility, and with the understanding that I do not know all things, and no one else does either, and this is fine.  This is working as intended.  We’re all working with what we’ve got going on here, you know.

Of course, this made me look inside myself a little–a good thing to be done from time to time–and it made me think about writing eventually.

When we write, imagewe want to be credible.  Even in life, we want to be believed.  Heard.  But especially when we write, when we are creating worlds very different from our own, we are making a bundle of unspoken promises to our readers.

Firstly, that the world, even within the boundless stretches of our imagination, is real.

Secondly, that the people who live within the world are real.

Thirdly, that the world, and the people, are both real and coincide really with each other.

After all, no one in the story was beamed down before the first page was opened, rummaged quickly through a thick pad of scripting, practiced a few lines, and then jumped in not understanding the world they have been assigned to.  They existed before the page, or so it should be heavily implied, right?  It is a story about them, and their world, which is of course real and spinning somewhere, maybe.  Hopefully.  Or so it should appear.

That’s just a few promises a storyteller makes.  There are undoubtedly others.  These promises all assure the reader that what they are about to read has sprung fully formed, and correct, and is totally true.

So what do writers do when they want to be correct? We research and try to make everything connect.  We argue with the words and with ourselves and with our characters, bargaining and rationalizing and compromising until it is correct.  We know from being readers ourselves that if we can see the strings, then the magic is concluded.  If we stumble on something that doesn’t make sense after following the promises that everything is functioning properly, we go spinning out of the story.  We become outsiders again.

This is actually the biggest hangup in getting my writing done a lot of the time, because like any prudent action it can be overdone, and boy, do I overdo it.  I spend so much time trying to be right in my writing that I often end up with a mess of words I believe even less than the original words where there were holes and gaps. I needlessly overcomplicate things.

We are all imperfect creatures.  Even the people who might call themselves the best of us lie, and double back on our words, and say hurtful things–sometimes even on purpose.  Sometimes we make it only too easy to see our strings when we are pointing out the shoddy infrastructure of others, and the moldy-lined duct-tape holding the frayed or splintered or broken pieces of ourselves together that we have not gotten around to actually fixing, either because we are lazy or busy or afraid to do so.  Sometimes we tell people they are outsiders to our worlds when they are very much within it.  Often do we forget about the other points of view that are not our own.

It happens.  And then it happened. And then it is now.  And soon is yet to be decided.

But this imperfection is functioning correctly, and as a writer, I believe one should learn to own this in their writing.  Do not struggle indefinitely for that last right word.  Don’t struggle so fiercely to have it perfect to the point where it does not happen at all.  No one, not even people of fiction, can function within the idea of perfection.  Perfection is, well, perfect, and has no room for improvement, does not need to move and breathe and live. Not like people and worlds and writing do.

Instead, strive to have it be your best in this moment. as the person you are right now, as both the things that you know and that you do not know.  Try to be graceful and humble in your writing, just as much as, and no more or less than you are proud and bold. You don’t know everything, and neither does anyone else, and this is fine.

This is working as intended. 🙂


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In the same way that a journey begins with a single step, a story begins with a single word.  Just one word.  Any word will do, if you make it count; if it is a word that begins things.  It can be hard to find that word, but once it’s found, it’s just a matter of putting one more word there, and another, and another, until you’re finished.

Simple?  Yes.  Difficult?  Oh, yes.

A Picture of Me

My name is Nikki, and I’m on the journey of beginning a lot of things.  I’ve recently graduated from master’s school, ending a long time career in college for the moment.  And here I am already, beginning other things.  As you can see, I’ve begun a blog.  I am beginning, again, a series of fantasy novels that have been wrapped intimately about my brain-space for years.  I’m also beginning a search for gainful employment.

I’ve always wanted to write, so no matter where I’ve gone and what I’ve done, I’ve written.  In college there is a lot of writing.  When I play video-games, specifically social ones like World of Warcraft, I’ve been heavily tied into networks surrounding the game to write about my experiences through my characters.  I’ve written profusely for my participation in Dungeons and Dragons campaigns.  I’ve written alone but also with friends, sometimes creating entire worlds for no other reason than leisure. So no matter where I go from here, and no matter what I do from this point, I know I’m going to be writing.

I think that is what this blog will be about: the journey, the story, one step and one word in front of the other–whatever that happens to entail.

Looking Ahead

Here are a handful of things that I know for a fact you can expect from me in the near future:

  • One blog post weekly, every Monday.
  • July’s Camp NaNoWriMo:  I participate in this event every chance that I can.  Hosted by the Office of Letters and Light, NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month) is a November-based event where writers are challenged to write 50,000 words within a month’s time.  The camps in April and July are unique because you can join “cabins” of like-minded writers and choose your word goal.  It’s a fun way to make oneself write a lot of crap, which is crucial to the writing process in my opinion.  You can learn more about them here.
  • Conferences:  I’m currently looking into attending conferences related to writing, games, and new media.  Any adventures I end up taking will certainly be featured.
  • Good Reads:  I love books, and I love discussing books and their writers.
  • Progress:  The good, the bad, and the ugly of how I’m doing on my manuscript and updates of any publishing I might get done.
  • Writing Prompts:  If I see a writing prompt I like, I’ll participate and share, and invite readers to join in the fun as well.

Talk to Me

Lastly, I’m imagining that this will be a very dry experience if all I am doing is shouting into the etherspace, hoping that you are listening without giving you leave to respond.  Please feel free to leave respectful feedback here on the blog, and participate in writing prompts and discussions as they come.

I’m also on Twitter as @bookjade, so feel free to follow and contact me there as well.

That’s all for now–a beginning!  One post to be followed by another.

See you next week. 🙂