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Life and Writing

Hello! So, that thing that I’ve been talking about forever (not the baby thing xD yet) has finally happened. I’ve moved, and I have to say that I’m really pleased with it. There is, of course, still a lot to do. We have to get the rest of our stuff (It seems like there is always more stuff to get, eh?) and we need to clean the old house a bit… but our room, our new little home base? It’s set up.

And honestly, I’m really happy. I’ll go ahead and give you a little tour of my general writing area – if you guys want, I can give a better tour in a different blog post. I’m pretty pleased with my setup though.

So, if you check it out… above is my writing desk. I have my screens up, my M&M’s ready, my Fallout, Borderlands and DBZ (and copious pandas) all set up… and it feels really great. If you check it out, right beside my writing desk is the baby’s area! I thought that it would be best to set it up right by where I’d be most of the time so that I can still (hopefully) get a lot of writing done after little Elijah arrives. ❤ He has an adorable little nautical theme, which I am loving so much. He will be within arms reach whenever I need to get to him!

If you direct your eyeballs to the third picture, that’s the view from right beside my desk. It’s a little cloudy today, but living on a lake with a gorgeous deck that I can walk out to… it’s nice. It’s writing with a beautiful view, which is something that I find to be pretty important and helpful when it comes to getting things done.

So, that’s my tiny little tour there. Like I said before, if you want a more in-depth one I will be happy to provide. But… I’m really happy. I feel so peaceful here, and even though there’s still quite a bit to get done before we’re completely done with the whole moving process. We can take it at a nice walk now, instead of running.

And finally… finally… I feel like my writing mojo is coming back. I’m going to dive back into it as best I can, and I’m more excited for that than I thought I would be. It has been stressful to not get writing done; it really does physically and emotionally strain me not to get words out. I’m hoping that I can get back into a pattern of daily writing. I don’t have a solid plan of exactly what I’m going to do – I think some writing prompts, some RP responses, and I’m going to start looking over my novels again. I’m also wanting to get my fanfics going again since they’re a lot of fun to leisurely work on.  All and all though, everything looks bright and it feels good again.

That, my friends, is worth quite a bit!

Anyway, that’s all for this post. Hopefully, I will get back to posting multiple times a week on here as well! I truly miss getting to communicate and interact with all of you!

So, until next time! Keep read and writing, and keep being the awesome people that you are!

Author Amanda McCormick

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Life and Writing

Hey, everyone! Sorry it’s been a bit since my last update (I feel like I’ve been saying that a lot lately), but I’m still trying to make sure I poke my head in here to let you all know that I’m still alive.

I’ve just been ridiculously busy!

We’re setting up the new place to get moved in, which requires new carpet, paint, curtains, a ton of cleaning, etc. Doing that when I’m on my 8th month of pregnancy is pretty crazy… but it’s going to be worth it. The room is coming together, and we should be moved in by the coming up weekend. That means (fingers crossed) that I will be around a lot more to get writing/updates done. I think I’m gonna dive back in by doing a week of writing prompts, so I’m hoping that some of you guys can join me!

Other than that, things have been pretty slow as far as writing goes. I’ve been prodding at it a little, but a lot of my time and energy is spent either doing the moving thing or sleeping (this baby apparently loves making me lay down.) The weird thing is, my insomnia hasn’t gone away…. but I still need to get like at least 6 hours of sleep to even think of functioning. I end up laying in bed for hours and hours and hours just to attain that. Once we’re moved, I’m going to have my desktop setup in my bedroom… so it’s going to be a lot easier for me to use that insomnia for writing fuel.

I’m honestly very excited, and I’ve been missing blogging. My goal is to get both Limbo and Cerulean Darkness finished and edited before the year is out. It’s gonna be crazy, what with a newborn around… but I’m going to stick to it. The thing is… I have to keep setting these goals. With Elijah coming, it’s even more important that I achieve them, because I want to show him that you can fill your dreams as long as you push hard enough and don’t give up.

I may end up going back to doing some commission writing as well. I’m not sure. Things are certainly changing… but I’m excited for it!

So, until next time! Keep read and writing, and keep being the awesome people that you are!

Author Amanda McCormick

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Sorry for the delay with my posts. We’ve been moving and are finally getting settled in. Anyone on here who has moved before knows what a damper it puts onto your creativity… not to mention the face that my writing desk isn’t set up… and I don’t actually have proper internet connection until tomorrow xD  I’ll probably do multiple creative writing challenges tomorrow to make up for the days I’ve lost!


So, as part of my Thirty Day Creative Writing Challenge I need to write the following:

Day 3: A story that takes place pre-1950

Now xD What I need to do is gather myself up from my exhaustion so that I can actually get the writing done. I think that an important thing about trying to establish a daily writing habit is to make sure that… even when you’re wiped, you get your words, some words, any words out. So, I do apologize if this isn’t as good as my other stuff. I’m just so tired from packing all day long!

It was watching me… I could always feel it watching. I’ve felt it from the moment that I was born. It happens at night, when I’ve blown the candles out and the Darkness penetrates to every corner of the room. It happens when I close my eyes, and suddenly there is a gentle cadence of breathing in my ear, beside my bed.

I live alone.

I used to notice it when I was a young girl; I would cry out to my mother, who would hush me, tell me that there was nothing there but the wind creeping and blowing outside of our door. I noticed it for a week before the worst occurrence of my life took place; my younger brother died in his sleep, apparently swept away by an illness that we thought was nothing more than a flu. When my parents passed away a few years later from fever, I kept the cabin that we lived in, surrounded by the wood. I kept it and I thought that I was lucky to still have a home when I knew there were those who went without. I continued to tend the garden, I hunted just as my Papa had taught me… and every single night, there would be that soft breath against my ear, and that gentle whisper.


It was as though the very Darkness knew my name.

I could hear that same whisper now, my name over and over again in a dark voice that wraps around my skull like death lined in velvet… and a soft gasp escapes me as I felt something caress against my cheek. A trembling pulse of cold passed through my entire frame, as though that caress eeked into my very veins and pumped my blood icy through my heart.

“What do you want!?” I couldn’t help it as the words spilled out from my throat, a terrified cry that sent my eyes wrenching open, looking around for something that had never been there. There was a difference, however… there was something there. A shape. A man standing beside my bed, his eyes glowing a wicked sheen in the pitch of the room.

“I want what I’ve always wanted… I’ve called out for you a thousand times, and you’ve never answered me.” He loomed forward, and in the darkness of the room, I could still see his face perfectly. Cherub-like lips, dark brows that came down to a point… high cheek bones, wicked slanted eyes. His hair was covered with a cloak that seemed to be made from shadows themselves, but as he looked down at me, I couldn’t help but to breathe out a soft sentence.

“You’re beautiful…”

A smile lilted those lips, though the warmth of it didn’t reach his silvery eyes. “I’ve often heard that Death is.” He shrugged moving into a sitting position on my bed. “But I’ve never heard the words from the lips of an angel such as yourself. Diana…” His voice crooned out my name, “I’ve been waiting for you for so long.”

I sat up, drawing my sheets over my chest to cover myself – after all, I didn’t want this man seeing me in my night things. “What do you mean, you’ve waited for so long?” There was an aching sensation in my stomach, worry, dread… and yet I couldn’t look away from this handsome man as he sat on my bedside. That alone should have told me something was wrong.

“Since I took your brother, Eli… I saw you there, so sweet and innocent, your hair like spun moonlight, your eyes bluer than the depths of any ocean.” The man leaned forward one pale, slender finger grabbing a strand of my hair and letting it run through those long digits. He let out a shuddering sigh as though just that touch was more pleasure that he had ever had before. I pulled back, worrying my lower lip.

“My brother died from the sickness. What do you mean, you took him?” And yet I knew the answer – I thought that perhaps I’d known it all along, since I was a little girl, hearing those whispers.

Those whispers that had started right before death came and took my little brother.

A knowing grin slipped across his full lips, and he let his eyes cast down so that long lashes of black made half crescents across his pale cheeks. “I think we both know the answer to that.” And then his gaze flickered up, and I saw his eyes again reflect silver in the darkness, “Who am I, Diana?”

“I don’t-” My voice was trembling… and I found that I didn’t want to answer him. I wanted to get up, to run away… to light a candle and hope that the light would chase away the shadows and him along with it. And yet I was compelled – looking into his beautiful face, I felt frozen. He leaned closer, so that I could feel his breath cold against my cheek.

“Who am I?”

“Please, don’t…” A whimper escaped me, and his hand came up, cupping my cheek as he leaned closer still, so that I could feel his breath against my mouth, the scent of it infiltrating my nostrils and making me want to recoil – it smelled of the night, of graveyard dirt.

“Who.” He leaned in closer still, “Am…” His lips were mere inches from mine. “I?”

I knew the answer. I’d known it all along. With him hovering there, inches away from my lips, I couldn’t deny it anymore. “Death,” I whispered softly, my eyes slipping shut as his full lips pressed against my own.

That coldness shot through my entire body and I felt myself falling inward – I felt a sensation as though my body were falling back, but his arms around me kept me upright, kept me pressed tightly to him. His kiss was like a living thing, creeping through every nerve that I possessed, his tongue a soft petal that stroked along my own, coaxing a moan from me as I trembled. I wasn’t cold anymore. I was warm and aching as I pulled closer to his frame; a passion was ignited within me, something that I’d never felt before.

A wild whimper escaped my throat and he actually had to pull away from me, chuckling. I didn’t question why I could suddenly see perfectly in the Darkness, nor why I was no longer chilled with the night air. “Why?”

“You’ve always been so beautiful, Diana… I have loved you since the first moment I saw you. And now…” His smile was of pure satisfaction as he held me tight to him, brushing his lips against my own once more so that I trembled in his embrace. “Now you’re mine.”

“But I can’t, I-” Have responsibilities, am I living being, must take care of my cabin… all thoughts trickled away as he stood with me still in his arms and I saw what was left on the bed.

My body – my dead body, eyes closed in sweet peace, lips still parted as though for another kiss…

Death’s kiss.

I had been swept away from the living world in death’s embrace, and now he held me tight, his arms clasping to me… and I knew that he would never let me go.

Ahem. So. Yeah. There’s more to that in my head, but there we go. A story that certainly happened before the 1950’s. When did it happen? I have no idea. But it was before then xD I hope it wasn’t too terrible a read, I really am very tired, and I have to get back to more packing! I think that it’s so important to write, even if you don’t exactly enjoy what you put to the page! I hope that you guys get your writing done for today!

Until next time, keep reading and writing!

Author Amanda McCormick


Phew, so! Camp NaNoWriMo is just around the corner. What are you doing to prepare? I especially feel that scramble, what with the fact that we are moving into a new house starting the 27th. I have to manage to get everything moved, the internet properly hooked up, my work station back in order, my room near and organized… and everything else that comes with a new house completed BEFORE the beginning of July. Throw into that the fact that I need to get at least an equal amount of words written for work as I do NaNo, the fact that it’s my Birthday month (whee!) and that I’m going to be going to a concert for the first time?

That makes for one pretty complicated month.

I think that’s why I scaled my word count back to a rather conservative 20,000 (though I’m thinking of upping it to 25,000). I figured that I could get that many words done on my novel alone, then I could get another 20,000 done for work. Technically I’ll have a total word count to do of at least 40,000 for the month! I’m only hoping that the chaos of what is going on in my life isn’t going to stop me from doing NaNo… it’s something that I really enjoy!

So, what do you do to prepare for NaNo? For me, I have a bit of a checklist.

First of all, idea plotted out on Scrivener, at least in part! Check!

Notebooks, fresh clean paper, charged laptop, pens! Pens! Highlighters! Check!

The ability to stay off of the internet for at least 2 hours a day to write. Ummm, I’ll get back to that later >_>.

Candy. CHECK! Minicandybarsaremylove.

LOTS of Coffee! That’s a huge check! I have my Keurig stocked with Frappe mixes and ready to go.

And last but not least… creativity, drive, CHECK!! The ready and willing anticipation that NaNoWriMo brings me. There is something so exciting about having a word goal, a group of friends to write with. I’m planning on doing word wars and actually starting a Vlog for Camp! I’m super excited… and even more excited for November when the real and official NaNoWriMo takes place again!

I think the excitement and eagerness to get the month started is one of the most important things. Something that gets you that pumped about writing is always an amazing thing, after all! So, if you have your coffee and your anxiousness to begin writing ready, who wants to come to camp with me?

Until then – let me know what YOU do to prepare for NaNoWriMo!

Keep reading and writing, y’all!

Author Amanda McCormick

So, I’m trying to work myself up to submitting some short stories to Calls for Submissions. I have a site that I’ve heard good things about (yes, it’s for erotica… shame on me for writing my romance smut), but I thought that it would be a good way to kind of test the waters and stick my foot into the pool that is rejection, rejection, rejection… and then one day an acceptance. Not to mention, I thought it would be easier than preparing myself completely for a novel. If I can get a few things published, it might be easier to find an agent, to do what I want to do, etc. So… a call for submissions is calling my name!

In other news, having a combined Scrivener document for all of my work is coming in rather useful. It’s helping me to keep things organized, and I’ve realized that having an organized desktop on your computer is just as important as having an organized writing space.

Honestly though, writing has been a bit difficult as of late. We’re preparing for a move at the end of June, getting the house we’re currently in on the market, etc. I’ve never understood the people who thought that you could write all the time, any time, and still produce something that is 100% your best work. I can promise you, if my heart isn’t in it, my concentration… if I”m too busy thinking about the photographs that are going to be taken of my room someday in the next week… yeah, my writing isn’t going to be the best that it could be. Still, the message of the blog today is to not let that get you discouraged. If you can’t write your best, if you only manage to get a few hundred words out and you aren’t fond of them at all… you still wrote for the day. It still counts. You don’t always have to turn out something that is your 100% best work. All that you have to do is turn out something so that you brain continues to think, “Hey, I need to write.”

Of course, heh, I have to tell myself this exact same thing sometimes when I’ve only churned out 1000 words in an hour as opposed to my usually 2-4k. I have to tell myself this when I’m afraid that my work just isn’t good enough… and I have to tell myself this when I’m so worried about getting boxes to move that my story falls as flat as folded up cardboard. As writers, we aren’t always going to turn out our best… but any words that we get out are still amazing. Even if we aren’t telling our stories to their full potential, we are telling them; we are doing something that not very many people can do and do well.

Besides, making our writing beautiful… well, that’s what editing is for, right?


Your friendly writer,

Amanda McCormick