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    Hello! My name is Laura, welcome to my blog! I write weird stories, collect dragon plushies and stay up too late with my nose in a book. I am a wife, mom and child saved by grace. My hope is that you find encouragement here or at least a smile or too.
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    We have come from God, and inevitably the myths woven by us, though they contain error, will also reflect a splintered fragment of the true light, the eternal truth that is with God. Indeed only by myth-making, only by becoming 'sub-creator' and inventing stories, can Man aspire to the state of perfection that he knew before the Fall. Our myths may be misguided, but they steer however shakily towards the true harbour, while materialistic 'progress' leads only to a yawning abyss and the Iron Crown of the power of evil.
    ~J.R.R. Tolkien

    "The only just literary critic," he concluded, "is Christ, who admires more than does any man the gifts He Himself has bestowed."
    ~J.R.R. Tolkien

    “Fantasy is escapist, and that is its glory. If a soldier is imprisioned by the enemy, don't we consider it his duty to escape?. . .If we value the freedom of mind and soul, if we're partisans of liberty, then it's our plain duty to escape, and to take as many people with us as we can!”
    ~J.R.R. Tolkien

    "Writers who see by the light of their Christian faith will have, in these times, the sharpest eye for the grotesque, for the perverse, and for the unacceptable. To the hard of hearing you shout, and for the almost-blind you draw large and startling figures."
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    You write to communicate to the hearts and minds of others what’s burning inside you. And we edit to let the fire show through the smoke.
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    Words - so innocent and powerless as they are, as standing in a dictionary, how potent for good and evil they become in the hands of one who knows how to combine them.
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    "There are forms of insanity that condemn people to hear voices against their will, but as writers we invite ourselves to hear voices without relinquishing our hold on reality or our right to control."
    ~Writing Fiction by Janet Burroway

    Christians have sometimes been suspicious of stories, because they really can influence you. If you read the Twilight novels once a month for a year, I think you'd be a different human afterward—and not a sparkly one.
    ~Nate Wilson

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NaNoWriMo and Priorities

(Re-blogged from Instagram)

I’ve barely written 3,000 words so far in my casual NaNoWriMo. My goal was 1k a day, but the only day that actually happened was day number one. This NaNoWriMo was about getting back into writing everyday, about taking steps to finishing another novel, something I haven’t done on about five years. I knew it would be hard with a five month old who’s teething, I just didn’t anticipate how hard.


Most of last week instead of writing I just went to bed because I was exhausted from being up half the night with an upset baby. Or I read or played a bit of Destiny because I just needed to unwind and relax. (Or did dishes and/or laundry because baby was finally asleep and I could put her down.) Even though I haven’t been able to keep up with my goal, the silver lining is I started. The beginning is written, there are words on paper. Right now my priorities lie with taking care of my baby. I don’t know how much I’ll be able to write in the next couple of weeks, but even if I don’t write another word I’m still coming out ahead.

Someday, when baby teeth are in and nights are once more filled with sleep, I’ll be able to focus more on writing. Until then I need to be okay with my novel being on a back burner.

To all you parent WriMos out there (or just anyone) who are having trouble keeping up because other things keep taking priority, relax, it’s okay. Not hitting the 50k doesn’t make you a loser. Conquering that blank page, no matter the word count, is a victory that puts you in the winner’s circle.


A Quick Shout Out

Hello readers!  Just wanted to give you guys a quick shout out on blog stats.  

First off, in case you missed it, I’m in the midst of my own NaNoWriMo September I’m doing with some writer friends.  Currently I’m wading my way through the first couple of chapters, they are proving to be more difficult then I first thought… (I don’t like writing beginnings 😛 ).  I am very much looking forward to getting into the second and third acts, (the third act is me favorite).

I’m really glad a decided to do this.  It hasn’t been easy, but I needed this push.  Hopefully I will have a finished manuscript by the end of the month.

Secondly, I DO plan on getting back to blogging and finishing my series.  In the mean time, while you wait be sure to fallow me on Tumblr  storygirlrosie.tumblr.com where I’ll be posting more updates on the progress of NaNoWriMo September plus other life stuff. 🙂  

Anywho, have a great week!   

How NOT to NaNo: Purple Monkeys

Silly free-writes are a great way to get yourself going again when you’re stuck and just not feeling it.  However, when a large chunk of your NaNo novel is nothing but nonsensical silliness and horrifying bizarre randomness, you might want to do one of two things.  1: Just stop what you’re doing, backspace as far as necessary and open a new word doc to let that weirdness flow or… 2: Just don’t.  I’m all for having fun and being crazy in writing, especially to get one’s self out of a bade case of writer’s block, but I wouldn’t suggest writing your novel like this.

Many of you who know me have heard about the purple monkeys and watermelons, now you will get to read about them (with more character ramblings). I will admit, this was a blast to pen, but it killed my NaNo novel and taught me, I’m not a write (seriously anyway) by the seat of your pants under presser kind of writer.

So, here you go.

Enter with care.

The bell tolled again and again and again and again and again and again and again, a dreaded, death heralding ring. (Good grief how many times were they going to ring that bell? Were they just ringing it now for effect or were they just trying to scare me? Why do we even ring bells? I decided right then and then that I did not like bells at all in the slightest. They are very load awful doom being things, I should find myself a town without any bells, yes, that would be quite nice, quite nice and quiet, I mean come on, who wants bells ringing whenever something bad or good or remotely interesting them to sheriff or whoever has the bells ring, ringing, really, they should not have bells at all, not at all, no, nope, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, bells, have I made myself quite clear and the matter about bells yet? Hope really hope I have and that you will take them seriously. Oh for the love of bells and for the love of rambling on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and and about them. Yes indeed.)

Much, please get back here very soon. What are you doing? I thought as I tried to press myself even flatter against the wall, as if that would do me much good anyway. As soon as anyone came around that corner they would see me and I would be a fish in a barrel.

{Suddenly Much came screaming around the corner with a herd of purple monkeys running behind him hurling watermelons at his head! Now I had never seen monkeys, let alone watermelons, so how I even knew what these things are is a mystery to me. When the monkeys saw me they began throwing the watermelons at me too! One very big juicy fruit went SQUASH right beside me head. I ducked the next one, but a third watermelon hit me right in the gut. I doubled over in pain and this caused an eruption of what sounded like cruel laughter from the band of purple monkeys. Where in the world were they getting the watermelons anyway! I was sure the noise of the fighting and creaming monkeys would bring the guards down on our heads, in fact I was sure of it.

Much!” I cried over the noise and laughter of the purple monkeys. “We need to get out of here! Right now! Right this very instant!”

I couldn’t agree more with you!” Much called from where he was laying on the ground all curled up in a little ball with his hands over his head protecting it from the hard and sticky missiles the purple monkeys were throwing at him.

How do you suggest we do that?” He asked, still in his protective position.

I wish I knew!” I looked around, while still trying to block the flying watermelons. The watermelons! That might work, it was the only thing we had to fight them with. I picked up a piece of a shattered watermelon that they purple monkeys had thrown at me and chucked it as hard as I could at the biggest purple monkey that I took to be the leader of the purple monkey watermelon throwing band. The piece hit the big purple monkey leader right on the nose, or where I thought its nose should be at least. To my great surprise and astonishment, the big purple monkey leader just dropped the watermelon it was about to throw at me and paused, and then started crying! All the other purple monkeys dropped their watermelons too and they also started crying and hitting each other with the watermelons in stead of us! This produced a great wailing and then suddenly they all turned around and ran away, carrying off all their watermelons and purple monkey randomness.

Well,” Much said as he stood and brushed pieces of watermelon off his shoulders. “That was weird.”

Welcome to a Nation Novel Writing Month Novel,” Stephen said crossing his arms and glaring at the writing from the page.

I don’t think I like it,” Much said scratching his head.

Neither do I,” Stephen stated with yet another glare.

But I guess there are worse things,” Much said with a shrug. “I mean, purple monkeys and watermelons, really…” he thought for a moment. “No, they’re just weird aren’t they?”

Yes, very weird, time to get back to the story at hand please.”}

How NOT to NaNo: “And” is Not the Answer

“and” is a filler word, but most of the time it’s unneeded.  Usually you can get by without using the word “and”.  Next time you’re about to type out “and”, try the sentence without it first, or with a sub-word.  (Dialogue is the exception.  You can do anything with dialogue.)

If you do a word search for “and” in your manuscript and the page looks like this… you need to do some cutting.

Oh. And please don’t begin a sentence with “and”… incorrect grammar pet peeve right there. (Yes, I know I just began that sentence with “and”. See my point? 😛 )

I do not know how long we song and drank, but eventually I drew weary and the friar insisted we had gone on long enough and ended the revelry and made me lay down to sleep.  He mixed some tart and sweet herbs in to a cup of mead and gave it to me to drink.  I downed it and very quickly, my spinning head settled and sleep was all I wanted.  And so I lay down and slept, all that night and well into the morning.

William and I remained with the friar for a month.  I wanted to leave sooner, but the friar insisted I was in no condition to travel and so we stayed, much to my great annoyance, and even though I quite liked the friar, I would have much rather have been on my way to Locksley instead of sitting in bed all the day long.  But the friar said it could not be helped, and I need rest and that was that, and I learned very quickly, in the hovel that was his little domain, and the friar’s word was the last word and lay.

You don’t won’t one sentence looking like this either…

The day we set out it rained, and rained, and rained and rained and rained and rained and rained until I thought William and I would be drowned by it all.

Or this…

The knight tried again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and

(Of course, it could be argued, for NaNoWroMo this is okay.  It’s an easy cut, but if you’re going for the free copy, do you really want that in there?)


How NOT to WriMo: Rambling to Yourself in Your Text…

When your ingenious prose begins to morph into dull black on a white page, it is unadvisable to beginning commenting and rambling to oneself within such rhetoric merely for the sake of meeting your word quota for the day.


A life on the run, living in the woods your life a constant battle for survival, your house the trees, your floor the endless fields, your food what ever meat you could hunt or produce you could scavenger from the forest or steal from already poor farmers?  I could not bring her into this, I could not drag her away from what could be a good life here in Scarborough, I could not ask her to leave her aunt Lilly either.  The old woman could not live without her, being too old and feeble to make it on her own anymore, no, I shook my head, I could not take her away from aunt Lilly.

And this is where I go into ramblings of more ramblings through Stephen’s mind just because I need to get my word count in for the day or night, or whatever.  Okay Stephen, this is getting very random and boring, we need you to do something a little more interesting than sitting in bed, eating and thinking to yourself.  And Stephen says, “Well then think of something.”  And I answer emphatically, “Fine!  I will!”  (Emphatically… ooo, I used a big word.) And then the Doctor shows up in his TARDIS and tells me he’s been watching my NaNo progress and that I really should get back to the story at hand and quit rambling in my NaNo novel… oh yeah, right

The NaNoWriMo Experiment

NaNoWriMo is over, and I’m sure you are wondering if I finished.  Well, I didn’t.

I participated in NaNo this year for two reasons;

#1: To make myself work on a novel.

#2: To see if I could write a whole novel without an outline. 

Well, I discovered that I CAN’T write a whole novel without an outline.  I ended up just writing Wolf’s Head into the ground, killing the plot entirely.  Stephen kept me going for a while, but in the end there was just no where left to go.  When I ran out of scenes I just started writing nonsense to keep my word count up and after a while I got tired of writing nonsense that I would have to cut later and decided the best choice for me was to just call it quits.  (Plus it was frustrating me to death, renewing my writer’s block, not curing it, and giving me a head ach.)    

I could see this past NaNoWriMo as a failure because I didn’t finish, but I see it more as a success.  Why?  Well, I did exactly what I set out to do, I worked in a novel all November and I discovered I’m the kind of writer that really needs the outlining process to write a full (readable) novel.

In the beginning I made it clear to myself that this whole thing was just going to be an experiment so if it became too much and I needed to quit I wouldn’t be disappointed.  Well, I’m a little disappointed, but that’s just want happens sometimes.  I’m sure Stephen’s glad I stopped when I did, I think he was getting a little tired of all the purple monkeys with watermelons that kept showing up. 😉

Three cheers to all you WriMo’s who reached 50k!

NaNoWriMo Novel

The novel has a real title! 😀

The new title for Stephen of Scarborough/Stephen of Sherwood and the title for the novel version is… *drumroll*… Wolf’s Head. 

What do you think?


His prideful spirit saw him banished from home, his foolishness nearly lost him love and his arrogance a friendship, now Stephen Hode stands to lose his life.
Outlawed as a consequence of his past actions, Stephen must find a way to redeem himself or live forever as a hunted outlaw, a wolf’s head. With the land suffering from the insane taxes of a war campaigning king and his family about to become destitute, Stephen fights against his own past and future dreams to begin a legend that will span the course of time.


I Am Crazy

Am I really going to do this?  What am I thinking? 

Sooooooo…. I’ve been talked into doing NaNoWriMo this year, after a told myself over and over and over and over and over….

*five minutes later*

… and over and over and over again that I was NOT doing it this year.  People can be quite convincing sometimes.  

So yup, guess I’m NaNoing this year.  I mean, all I have going on in November is a weekend trip, my grandparents coming to visit, my twenty-first Birthday, Thanksgiving, Christmas prep, not to mention school and work, sure, I can had writing a 50k word novel right?

Some one shoot me before I shoot myself.  

I guess there is only one thing left to say….


Oh, if you are wondering what novel I could possibly be writing… I’m turning Stephen of Scarborough into a novel.  Re-writing everything and just starting from scratch.  It’s getting a new name too, Stephen of Sherwood.  I’m dragging Stephen back to the drawing board.


I guess now that I put it on my blog I have to do it…. wish me luck! 

So long November

November is nearly over… yikes, that went way too fast.  Why does time have to race by?  Or is it that we just take each moment for granted? 

I suppose you all are looking for some kind of update on how things are going and why my NaNo word count bar has been stuck at 30k for the past week.  Well, I shall tell you.

November is one of the craziest months for my family, especially the last two and a half weeks.  There is my Birthday (and I had a party this year…) my best friend’s Birthday two days later, my mom’s Birthday the next week, Thanksgiving and everything that entails, and my Aunt flew up from California this year.  Plus, I’m trying to get into winter classes at a community college and have been studying for placement testing (should have had it all done months ago… aw well).  As it turned out, it all came down to a battle between college/studying, NaNoWriMo, and family/holiday-what-not and NaNo lost.  It was a choice that I had to make and I believe I made the right one.  At least I did what I set out to do through it; get a head start on CHOICES and learn to discipline myself to write a certain amount of words per day.  I am half way through CHOICES and have 30k words on it, not bad I guess.  🙂  Now I can go back over it and fix the things that have been bugging me to death that were only written for the word count, and focus more on the writing itself as I finish instead of the number of words I’m writing. 

As for other things… I’m fighting a chest cold and have just felt… well, burned out for the last couple of weeks.  Thankfully the cold has not gone beyond an irritated throat and running nose.  I just feel like the world is weighing on my shoulders right now and I don’t know why.  I have so much on my mind these days, keeps me awake at night, and who needs their thoughts draining away their sleep? :\  It sometimes feels like everything is tumbling out of control and now matter what I do, I cann’t bring it back to order. 

God, restore the order, bring back the peace.  I feel so lost.  Take me back. 

Hope you all had a great Thanksgiving. 🙂

In Christ,


NaNo Week Two Update

Week Two…….. oi.  I’ll just say I am glad there is only one week two. 😉

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