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Confessions of a Writer Tag!

I was tagged by Sidereal Day in the Confessions of a Writer tag started by Nicolette! It’s always fun to get pulled into a tag, so I can’t wait to see what the people that I tag think!

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The Confessions of a Writer Tag was created by Nicolette at A Little Bookish, A Little Writerly. It is a ‘get-to-know’ the writer interview tag, dedicated to spotlighting the creative process, works in progress, and connecting to other writers.

Rules of the Tag:

  • Please link back to A Little Bookish, A Little Writerly’s post, so that the original rules are always accessible to anyone who is curious and wants to participate!
  • Acknowledge the person who tagged you in your post.
  • Tag your friends and fellow writers – it’s up to you how many!

The Questions:

  1. When did you first start writing? Was being a writer something you always aspired to be?
    I started writing in sixth grade. I did a paper and realized how fun it was… and then immediately penned my first novel into two composition notebooks. As soon as I realized how passionate I was about writing, I knew that was what I wanted to be.
  2. What genre do you write?
    It depends, really. I have written fantasy and paranormal/paranormal romance the most.
  3. Can you tell us a little about your current work in progress? When did you start working on this project?
    I guess that my current work in progress are my two NaNo projects? I have one novel called Angel Blade, which is about a young man who finds out that his half demon lineage is all that stands between the world and the apocalypse. The other (ambitious, aren’t I?) is called RipTide, and it’s about a genetically altering drug… and mermaids.
  4. What was your first piece that you can remember writing? What was it about?
    A story for sixth grade called “Things That Go Moo In The Night.” True facts.
  5. What’s the best part about writing?
    The sense of accomplishment that you feel when you finish. Either that, or the sense of peace that it brings me when I get so sucked into my created world that for a moment I forget about my own.
  6. What’s the worst part about writing?
    Editing. … editing, editing, editing.
  7. What’s the name of your favorite character and why? (This can be from a book by another author or from your own work. Book crushes are perfectly acceptable here as well.)
    Julian from the L.J. Smith series. He’s one of the first characters that I ever fell in love with. I told myself that I wanted to write a character who could make someone else feel that way.
  8. How much time a day/week do you get to write? When is the best time for you to write (morning or night)?
    Lately, I’ve been doing daily writing prompts on my blog. I usually get to write at least once a day, though writing at night when everyone else is asleep is the best for me. It’s the hush of the fan and the stars watching.
  9. Did you go to college for writing? Or if you haven’t been to college yet, do you plan to?
    I took some creative writing classes in college. It’s what I was going to college for (partially) until I moved from California to Kentucky.
  10. What bothers you more: spelling errors, punctuation errors, or grammar errors?
    It’s a mixture of them all, if used in tandem. I think if it’s commas or something like that, they bother me the least. Probably mixing up then and than – their, they’re, there, etc.
  11. What is the best writing advice that anyone has given you?
    Don’t write passive. Write like you mean it.
  12. What advice would you give to another writer?
    Keep writing. Even when it’s hard. Even when you want to give up. Even when you feel like you can’t do it anymore. Keep going, because you’re going to make something amazing.
  13. What are your favorite writing sites or blogs that you turn to for help, tips or encouragement?
    The NaNoWriMo forums, and just wordpress, actually. Stephen King did an awesome On Writing novel. Katytastic from youtube.
  14. Besides writing, what else do you enjoy doing? What are your hobbies?
    I play a lot of video games. MMOs, Bioshock type stuff, Borderlands… Zelda… anything really. I do tabletops, I read a lot. I love my animals ❤
  15. What is the best book you’ve read this year?
    Really, just one? Hmmm…. probably the Splintered series. I really enjoyed that.
  16. What is the best movie you’ve seen this year?
    Boy Meets Girl
  17. What is your favorite book or series of all time?
    The Forbidden Game by L.J. Smith xD
  18. Who is your favorite author?
    >_> L.J. Smith
  19. What are your plans for the rest of the year in terms of your writing?
    I want to finish my two novels during NaNo, then finish my other mostly finished novel Limbo… and then pick one to edit and try to query.
  20. Where else can we find you online?
    You can find me on Twitter @EgoDominusTuus and on Patreon under the name AmandaMcCormick

And now for the people I’m tagging… I mostly follow book review blogs, so I really don’t have that many people to tag:

Gau, Fallon, Tricia and Neppy… and everyone else in my writing room!

If I didn’t tag you and you want to participate, leave your link in the comments, please!

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October Horror Writing Prompts – Prompt #18

Hey everyone! It’s less than half a month away til NaNo is here. Who all is extremely excited? I know that I am. That hype keeps getting to be more and more, like something wound tight in my chest. I can’t wait til November 1st comes and it can snap! Until then, satisfy yourself with writing prompts!

Photo Source – Garett Photography

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Graveyards! Anything about graveyards that you want, whether it’s a supernatural experience or zombies, or something mournful. Just elicit a horror-eqsue emotion! I can’t wait to see what you do!

Until next time, keep reading and writing!

Author Amanda McCormick

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Posted in 30 day creative writing challenge, drowning, halloween, horror prompts, NaNoWriMo, National Novel Writing Month, writing prompts

October Horror Writing Prompt #16 – In All My Dreams I Drown

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Today’s prompt accidentally ended up being an excerpt from one of my upcoming novels. Oopse xD

In All My Dreams I Drown

 

It was funny. The water was always the place that I could find a calmness and peace. It was a place of serenity for me. Whenever the stress of my life would become overwhelming, I could go to the gently lapping waves of the ocean and let the water wash away everything that was bothering me, until there was only a coolness and beauty that left me feeling peaceful.

I never would have thought that the water would have been a beckoning siren, a liar who had gained my trust so that it could take me away from the world.

I wish that I could say it was peaceful—everyone always said that it was so peaceful to drown… but it wasn’t. The tide pulled me  in like a vicious, hungry thing that wouldn’t let me go. Saltwater burned at my eyes and the back of my throat, and I tried desperately not to inhale any of the substance; what I had once found such peace in was now trying to infiltrate my very body so that it could subdue my life forever. A while, thrashing whimper spilled from my throat as the waves threw me hard against a rock. The breath that I was trying to suck in was knocked from me, and then I was sent crashing beneath the water again.

The current beneath the waves sent me tossing back and forth faster than I could comprehend, and the water was clear enough that I could see the shimmer of the sunlight above me, taunting me, teasing me. It promised a breath, air… but at that moment, my lungs felt as though they were about to burst. I wasn’t sure that I would be able to hold on for much longer. My arms were exhausted from trying to stroke to the surface. I wasn’t as strong a swimmer as I thought, because I couldn’t make it.

The water was so cold and I couldn’t make it… and I felt it when my lungs could no longer hold on. Water flooded, salty and cold, into my mouth, my nose, my lungs… and nothing had ever burned so bad in my entire life as those waves. I opened my mouth to scream in pain and was slammed against a rock again, so that for a moment I sputtered to the surface, coughing and trying to shout my agony… but it didn’t last for very long. I was gasping, incapable of catching another breath before I was sent to the tumultuous waves below once more.

My vision was going, my body thrashing less and less as exhaustion began to truly overwhelm me. I didn’t want to die like this… alone, frightened, lost to the vast depths of the ocean. I’d never imagined it would happen this way. Then again, who really accurately imagines their own undoing?

If my cheeks weren’t wet with water, I was sure that there would be tears— from pain, from terror… from regret.

It was as the blackness began to eat away at my sight that I saw the boy… but I was too far gone to think that he was real.

I’m excited to see what you all did! Until next time!

Author Amanda McCormick

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October Horror Writing Prompt 15 – Fear The Deep

So, today’s prompt comes from a set of photos that I posted earlier. I chose one that had to do with a great monster coming out of the depths of the water… and then I put it to my own setting. It actually had to do with my post-apocalyptic mermaid novel that I’m doing for National Novel Writing Month. So, with that in mind, enjoy!

Fear The Deep

The thing came from the deep, rippling and roiling like some great tidal wave ready to claim their city. They’d always been warned that there were monsters, but as the water levels grew higher and higher there was nothing that they could do but to keep their city on the edge of it. It was nothing at first, nothing save for some high waves. Those weren’t all too abnormal – the people of the city tried to avoid the water as much as they could, after all… so it’s not as though they would have noticed.
However, in the dark sky, even the people behind the walls of the city could notice the glowing blue as it began to shine from the water like some oceanic Aurora Borealis.

The children gasped in delight and pointed uptward – the blue light was like a prismatic spray of ocean water cast against the ruins of the taller buildings. It was the adults who felt a tremble of fear race through their hearts. It wasn’t that they’d ever seen this light before… but they did know that anything that came from the ocean wasn’t going to help them. Their parents had taught them that, and their parents before them. They had just started a generation of children where… just perhaps… they wouldn’t have to tell every bed time story with a lesson in why the water should be feared.

As the creature finally surfaced from the water, they knew that they’d been wrong.

So, there we are! I hope you guys enjoyed it and I can’t wait to see what you come up with!! Let me know how you’re feeling about this daily prompt thing, because I’m thinking of keeping it up year round!

Until next time, keep reading and writing!

Author Amanda McCormick

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Posted in 30 day creative writing challenge, Creative WRiting, NaNoWriMo, National Novel Writing Month, writing prompts

October Horror Writing Prompts – Prompt #14

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Today’s prompt comes from the creepypasta facebook page again! Read the little story above and write something. However, I think it would be really cool if you wrote it from the perspective of the THING watching the roommate.

I can’t wait to see what you come up with. Until then, keep reading and writing.

Author Amanda McCormick

Posted in 30 day creative writing challenge, Creative WRiting, demons, horror prompts, horror writing, NaNoWriMo, National Novel Writing Month, nightmares, writing prompt

October Writing Horror Prompt #13 – It’s Just A Dream

Here is the prompt for the 13th! I’m actually really pleased with how this came out, and I might expand on it later. I hope that you guys came up with something just as fun to do! I can’t wait to see!

It’s Just a Dream

They say that the faces we see are never forgotten. We commit them to some part of our memory, and it is those faces that make up the people in our dreams. Some people have to question to what extent this feat of the mind stretches – does the brain have the capability to create anything new… or is our imagination simply an influence of things that we see in passing and process in the back of our minds?

If so, where do our nightmares truly come from? Is it that moment between sleeping and awake when you first open your eyes and the demons have yet to fade away? If that’s the truth, you have to question the dream that you had last night. You remember the one, don’t you?

That great black beast was standing over you. At first, all that you could make out was the reflection of white teeth, sharp and malicious with a gleam of saliva on them. Then there were dark, penetrating eyes that glowed a distant shade of crimson.  It was only then that you could begin to see the outline of the monster, with great muscles, rippling veins that glistened a glowing red… its limbs were far too long for its body, fingers with extra digits.

It was only then that you could make out the shape of my frame and realize that I was there. I was real, and I was coming to consume you.

Ah, yes. I am that monster, and you see me each and every night in your dreams. I would have killed you and slurped up your soul like a sweet treat, but you’ve been dreaming of me every night since. It’s been amusing watching you, the way that your face twists in pain and sweat forms on your brow. Your fear has been the most delicious of appetizers.

Every morning you wake yourself and speak—“It wasn’t real, it’s just a dream. Calm down, calm down…” And your eyes slip out of focus. I hide gleefully in your closet and watch the way that it takes you longer and longer to get out of bed. The color is draining from your cheeks, the glint of life from your eyes. I’m licking up your soul from the inside out… and soon enough you’ll be an empty shell. Soon enough, you won’t have the energy to get up from bed… and soon enough, it will be time for me to take you.

I’ll take you when you cannot move, when you open your eyes and see my form standing there in the clear light of day for the first time. I’ll take you as you try to pinch your arm to wake yourself up, as you try to convince yourself “It’s just a dream” one last time. I’ll take you then, and you won’t even be able to scream to save yourself.

And then I’ll be on to the next. They’ll see me as they wake up, and they’ll whisper those words, “It’s just a dream.”

Oh, I love those words. It means that it’s time to play.

They say that the faces we see are never forgotten. We commit them to some part of our memory, and it is those faces that make up the people in our dreams. Some people have to question to what extent this feat of the mind stretches – does the brain have the capability to create anything new… or is our imagination simply an influence of things that we see in passing and process in the back of our minds?

If so, where do our nightmares truly come from? Is it that moment between sleeping and awake when you first open your eyes and the demons have yet to fade away? If that’s the truth, you have to question the dream that you had last night. You remember the one, don’t you?

That great black beast was standing over you. At first, all that you could make out was the reflection of white teeth, sharp and malicious with a gleam of saliva on them. Then there were dark, penetrating eyes that glowed a distant shade of crimson.  It was only then that you could begin to see the outline of the monster, with great muscles, rippling veins that glistened a glowing red… its limbs were far too long for its body, fingers with extra digits.

It was only then that you could make out the shape of my frame and realize that I was there. I was real, and I was coming to consume you.

Ah, yes. I am that monster, and you see me each and every night in your dreams. I would have killed you and slurped up your soul like a sweet treat, but you’ve been dreaming of me every night since. It’s been amusing watching you, the way that your face twists in pain and sweat forms on your brow. Your fear has been the most delicious of appetizers.

Every morning you wake yourself and speak—“It wasn’t real, it’s just a dream. Calm down, calm down…” And your eyes slip out of focus. I hide gleefully in your closet and watch the way that it takes you longer and longer to get out of bed. The color is draining from your cheeks, the glint of life from your eyes. I’m licking up your soul from the inside out… and soon enough you’ll be an empty shell. Soon enough, you won’t have the energy to get up from bed… and soon enough, it will be time for me to take you.

I’ll take you when you cannot move, when you open your eyes and see my form standing there in the clear light of day for the first time. I’ll take you as you try to pinch your arm to wake yourself up, as you try to convince yourself “It’s just a dream” one last time. I’ll take you then, and you won’t even be able to scream to save yourself.

And then I’ll be on to the next. They’ll see me as they wake up, and they’ll whisper those words, “It’s just a dream.”

Oh, I love those words. It means that it’s time to play.

So, there it is. I think tomorrow I’m doing to try to make it more thematic to personal, psychological fear! What do you guys think? Any suggestions? I can’t wait to see!

Until next time, keep reading and writing!

Author Amanda McCormick

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October Horror Writing Prompt #12 – Grave Regret

So, the prompt for today is coming early! I decided that I wanted to try to sleep… which I may or may not be able to do. So, instead of midnight, say hello to a 8pm writing prompt post. Wow. I will be spending the next hour working on my NaNoWriMo outlines! I can’t wait to see how you guys have responded to this prompt!

Grave Regret

My mother never thought a thing of it when I had an imaginary friend. It was normal – a childhood thing that I would grow out of. When I was thirteen years old and this imaginary friend was still speaking to me, she had a bit of concern. When I told her what my imaginary friend said to me, she was downright furious.

My imaginary friend told me that she was my sister. My mommy told me that I didn’t have a sister… but my sister told me that my mother had killed her.

I think that my problem was quite evident.

My mother told me that if I ever brought up my nonexistent sister again, she would slap me. She had never threatened me before, and I could feel my eyes watering as the words impacted me. I nodded and went to my room without another word… and of course, Lily was there, waiting for me.

“I told you that telling her wouldn’t do any good. I’m sorry Cait. I wish that we could have really met.” Her voice was so sad, and my chest ached to hear her speak that way. There wasn’t a moment in my life that I could remember her not being there. From that time that I was a baby… she’d been my constant companion. I’d never questioned it.

“What am I supposed to do, Lil? She doesn’t believe me… and you said that she… that she…” My eyes flicked down.

“She did.” Her voice was grave.

I was torn. One part of me wanted to ignore what I was being told. Perhaps if my mother hadn’t had such a volatile reaction, I would have been able to. Instead, I had Lily looking at me with sincerity… “What do I do…?”

What do I do… that question seemed to always get me into trouble. Tonight, it had me outside with a shovel. Lily had told me where my mother had buried her… and she said that the only thing that I could do was to unearth her grave. I would be able to confront my mother with evidence, and I could finally get answers. That was all I wanted. It was what I needed… and I was already three feet deep and sweating.

I didn’t know how far I would have to dig, but my muscles were beginning to feel exhausted when I heard the voice behind me. “Caitlyn! No! You don’t know what you’re doing.” I’d expected it to be Lily, but it was my mother instead. She was running towards me as fast as she could, dodging the fallen trees and snagging plants that were on the path that I’d followed in the forest.

“Cait, don’t stop. You’re almost there.” Lily’s voice was urgent, and there was fear on her face. The memory of my mother’s threat in tandem with my sister’s fear was enough to make me regain strength. I furiously began to shovel, and I could hear my mother running closer.

“Cait, stop! Please! You don’t know what you’re doing. You can’t dig her up. You can’t! She-” Clunk.

“Too late, Rose. You’re too late!” I could hear Lily beside me, and there was laughter in her voice. I looked down – my shovel had hit a thin wooden box… and from that box, blackness was creeping.

“Cait… oh, God. Baby, run…” I couldn’t though, even though my mother sounded so frightened. I could only stare at Lily – my sister. My twin. Her eyes were growing dark and her teeth were sharpening.

“You promised me life when I gave you her. You promised me! You had sixteen years with her! She’s mine! Her soul is mine!”

“Mom…” I turned my head to look at my mother’s pale, frightened face. The fear there told me what was going to happen as I felt those shadows enveloping me… my world went black.

So, thank you so much! I hope to see your responses soon! Until next time, keep reading and writing!

Author Amanda McCormick

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Posted in 30 day creative writing challenge, Creative WRiting, horror prompts, NaNoWriMo, National Novel Writing Month

October Horror Writing Prompt 11 – Phobia

This will be a short little into because I’m getting ready for bed! I can’t wait to see what you guys did with that huge list!!!

Phobia

Geumaphobia or Geumophobia- Fear of taste.

She was dying, and she knew it. It was honestly a shame that there wasn’t a thing that she could do about it. Every time she got close to food, a cold sweat broke over her body and her entire frame began to tremble with that fear that she’d had for the past 3 weeks. She wasn’t even sure what had brought this on. Perhaps it was that elder woman who she had laughed at in the street. She was starving, begging for food… and Shayna had looked her dead in the eyes and stared as she’d dropped her nearly untouched food into the garbage.

“Looks like someone should get a job. You waste of space. If you want it so bad, dig for it.” And she’d meant to just walk by. The old woman, however, moved with the speed of a striking serpent, and her hand touched Shayna’s stomach. Black eyes looked at her with loathing, but then her face broke into a smile.

“Soon.”

She hadn’t thought anything about it until she went home that night. She picked up some fast food so that she could watch her favorite television shows and relax… and as she’d tried to bring the burger to her mouth, she could imagine nothing other than writhing bugs, the taste of blood and death. The food in her hands nearly stung her flesh and she threw it far away from her with a scream. She didn’t want to taste it. She couldn’t! Not that taste!

She thought nothing of it though. Shayna was a busy girl – she assumed she was just tired. If it had only been that day, perhaps it wouldn’t have mattered at all.

Three weeks later and her body was so exhausted that she could hardly move to the couch. There were scattered food wrappers all around her, spoiled food stinking up her living room… and still, she hadn’t eaten. She’d dropped weight until none of her clothing fit, and she could feel exhaustion sweeping across her senses. She was so afraid that if she slept this time, she wouldn’t wake up…

Looking at the food in front of her, the pizza that she’d had delivered… she knew that she couldn’t eat it. The thought of tasting it, of the stinging hot pepperoni, the way that it could crawl and writhe on her tongue like blood and worms… no. She couldn’t. She couldn’t!

Her body was exhausted and her eyes closed. She pushed the food away with a sad whimpering cry. She just couldn’t stand the taste.

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October Horror Writing Prompt – Prompt #11

Hey everyone! How are your prompts going so far? Also, I am curious about something and I’d love to hear from you about it? How do you prep for NaNo? Other than just writing prompts (if you do them) what else do you do to get yourself ready for the month?

Another question – November aside, how would you guys feel if I posted a writing prompt every day? Let me know! For now, let’s get to the writing prompt for today!

Are you ready for another fun one? Here is a List Of Phobias! Pick one or two (or five or ten if you want!) and make a story out of it! Delve into fear, and don’t be afraid to use the big words!

I can’t wait to see what you all come up with!

Until next time, guys! Keep reading and writing!

Author Amanda McCormick