I know that I’m really on the letter M but since my dog Sheeba fell into eternal sleep on Sunday, the only M I can think of is mourning. I need a distraction and what better distraction is there than NaNoWriMo!
NaNoWriMo for those who don’t know is a challenge to write 50 000 words in a month, basically write a whole novel give or take. You can learn more about the challenge here, however I’m in no way affiliated with that website. In fact I don’t even have an account there. I’m just doing this in my own little bubble.
So what does this mean?
It means I’ll try to post the word count of the day on my twitter.
It means I’ll use this challenge to write every day which I usually don’t do during working weeks.
The last time I did this challenge was back in 2012 or something silly like that so it’s very overdue.
It would be kind of nice to finish another novel before 2018 too and if I do this and manage, I would be so proud of myself.
I’ve already written about 4000 words on the project, these words will not be counted towards the challenge.
A piece of advice to myself:
If I write around 1600-1700 words per day I will meet the goal. Just under 2k words isn’t a problem. On those days when I feel like writing more, I will. I doubt I’ll write every day for 30 days so it’s good to build up a buffer on the days I can.
Anybody else doing the challenge?
A.N: This is not “enemies to lovers”, but more “lovers to enemies”. Also NSFW and all that. After writing the blog post yesterday I sat down to write non-stop. This is the result.
Ela loved power. She always had and probably always would. Her title, queen, was more than just a nickname since her dad dying. She had a proper throne now and the sentences she gave out stuck. Her word was law. However, this was not what she had wanted. The sword in her hand. The neck in front of her.
It didn’t seem so long ago that Ela had pressed her teeth into that soft skin. Bit it. Not gently. It didn’t matter. Kero had always made her pay afterwards. Their trysts more battle than love-making. But Ela had never wanted to kill her. This was not what their dalliance was supposed to lead to. This was wrong.
“You might as well kill me.” Kero’s voice was husky as always, just the sound of it made Ela’s insides twist. Stupid woman, she thought, if Kero just could have been normal… Like everyone else. Or if she could have just not been a criminal. That would have been helpful. “Just do it. What are you, a chicken?”
“You dare to judge me?” Despite her harsh words, Ela kept her tone soft. “You want to die?”
I sent my newest novel, “Stargazing”, to my publisher yesterday. It was originally a short story that ran away from me, about Star, a lesbian pornstar and Lissa, a virgin.
Here is a short teaser:
This is a teaser for my novel “Out of Hand” that will be out tomorrow!
“Mimi sank back into her seat and looked out of the window. The trees were still flying by. She was still feeling a bit queasy, but her head was pounding a little bit less and her mind was clear. Her only goal had to be to earn her freedom.
The story you’re about to read is not a story like my usual stories. It’s possible to read it as a standalone story, but otherwise it’s about the main protagonists that you will meet in my first novel “State of Emergency” which is to be published later this week. It contains snippets on how Mercedes and Idun fell in love.
Cover is by the talented Deniz Pekin.
Beta read by my dear friends K and Narcosynthesis.
The soft voice by her door made Rae lift her head. She had ignored the earlier yells from somewhere in the house, but her homework wasn’t interesting enough to ignore Leone looking at her shyly.
“Can I come in?”
Why are you here? Leone had never visited her room like this before.
Rae nodded and moved her chair back so there was enough room for Leone to come inside the tiny bedroom. “Of course it is.”
Beta read by my lovely friend K.
Hannah glanced at the tall figure next to her. Seeing Jane on her feet, smiling and alive was more than fantastic. If it wasn’t for the scrapes on her cheek, the black eye and the left arm resting in a sling, Hannah could almost pretend that everything was normal and that the past couple of weeks hadn’t happened.
She reached for another potato to peel and in the same moment Jane reached for another egg. Their fingers brushed over the counter.
“Oh, sorry.” Hannah blushed as their eyes met briefly and she hurried to focus on the potato in front of her.
No. Nothing was normal. Nothing would ever be normal again. Everything was new and exciting and terrifying, all at the same time.
Or The Queen of Fire and the Empress of Ice
“I knew you would come.” Rafaela, queen of the Reattlen, couldn’t keep the smirk of her face as she looked at the intruder in her chamber.
Talanamar, the leader of the Eibmoz – a people made up of only mercenaries – walked towards her on visibly stiff legs. Rafaela hated the way Tala walked, it reminded her of old injuries, and yet it was something she wouldn’t change. It was part of Tala, part of her past and her present. Probably her future too.
Not that Rafaela would know of Tala’s future. Their time together was over now. Rafaela had called for help across the five domains and Tala had answered. She had, together with over five thousand soldiers, come to the Reattlen’s aid. The threat was gone. The Eibmoz had to return to the Frozen Lower Islands now.
“Yeah well… You made it clear, my queen.” Tala sounded pained. “You made it clear that you wanted me to come to you. I couldn’t find it in myself to refuse.”
Nonnie closed the door after paying the babysitter and sending her through it. She sucked in a shaky breath as she returned to the living room where Nicole was waiting for her.
The doctor was sitting casually on the sofa with a lazy look in her face. She had never looked better, managing to somehow look cocky and hopeful in the same time. The top buttons of her shirt were undone, revealing her olive skin. Nonnie wanted to press her lips to that exposed triangle of skin.
At the beginning of time she had waited. There, at the birth of the sun and the stars, she had sat and stared. She had watched them explode before her eyes, she had felt the heat on her skin despite the cold at the back of her skull. The frozen earth hadn’t bothered her.
She had watched the beginning of history. How many days had she waited? How many weeks? Months? Years? She had waited for centuries, decades, lifetimes. She had thawed and frozen with the ebb and flow of time, watched the earth die and rise again. She had bided her time, waiting for the kiss that would thaw her self-imposed ice age.