Posts Tagged ‘writing’

21430430_10212951907566235_7660145199798381790_nSo, floppy necks make for really bad writing time, as my title says. I was expecting to be able to get some writing done while the baby was fresh and new… but alas, he has a distinct radar for a few things.

One: He knows when I’m eating. He senses it and finds complete indignation in the fact that I would feed myself and not feed him.

And Two: He knows when I’m trying to write. He can sense it. He wants to be held. Now, I don’t think he would mind, if it weren’t for the fact that I can’t write and hold him unless he’s laying in my arms. He doesn’t want to lay. He wants to sit up and see the world.

He can’t sit up and see the world when he has a floppy, floppy head and a penchant for trying to give himself brain damage if I’m not supporting it. Ergo… floppy heads make for pretty poor writing. Still, he’s getting bigger and stronger every day, and I know that he’s gonna be able to support himself soon. It’s crazy, because I’m both excited and terrified for that fact. He’s growing so fast ❤ and I know he’s gonna be this little only for a while. I’m excited to get a proper writing habit re-established. I’m ready for it – I’ve been ready for it… but I’m going to enjoy all of the tiny baby cuddles while I can.

So, that’s really the update of what’s been going on with me. I’ve been holding a baby, and have progressed to being able to play Fallout 4 (slowly) while holding him if I’m on the PS4. I know I’ll end up improving and being able to write soon. Hell, NaNo is just around the corner, and I intend to get writing done then no matter what. I do think things would be easier if I had a decent laptop x.x mine is busttteedddd, so writing while in bed isn’t so easy.

Ah well, things will work out and I will be back to regular writing soon!

Until next time, guys! Keep writing!

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So… the July Camp NaNo that may or may not be won… that’s what I’m calling this particular Camp. You see, the thing is… I’m due to have my little baby July 7th >_> The fact is, I don’t know how much writing I’m going to be able to get done in the month of July…

But that’s exactly why I signed up for Camp. I sat my goal relatively low, and I want to see if I can hit it. I very much want to try to push myself to still get writing done, even when things are so chaotic. I’ve just gotten settled into my new writing environment where I can actually sit and write again. I’m really, really ready to get back onto a schedule.

It’s just going to be a matter of figuring out that new schedule once the baby gets here!

I am definitely going to take you guys on a strange journey of trying to figure out how to write while I have a newborn, but I figure that Camp is a great dry run for actual NaNo. My goal is to be able to still win in November.

I think I can do it ❤

Until next time, guys! Let me know about your Camp NaNo plans!

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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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Hey, everyone! It looks like it is nearly that time again, doesn’t it? Camp NaNoWriMo is quickly approaching us all, and I find myself in a little bit of a quandary. I’m not completely certain if I want to participate.

In April, my husband and I are going to be moving; that of itself provides a challenge when ti comes to finding time to be creative. I have to add to that the fact that I am pregnant, oddly hormonal, and easily tired. I’m afraid that I won’t be able to find the time or energy to really complete a big project for Camp.

However, I’ve made the decision to go ahead and push forward. I sat my project amount for 15,000 words. I think I can manage that. I’m not working on a new project – I’m working on rewrites for a novel that I want to get properly edited. I think that I can do it, even with everything going on.

Regardless of if I can, I want to try. And that’s what is so important here; I’m trying to take the advice that I gave out so often to all of you – I have time to do it. It may not feel like it, but somewhere along the way, I can manage 500 words a day. I know I can. I know my limits, and I know how long that takes me to crank out. So, I’m going to push forward, even though I’m afraid for the first time that I might fail… and now that I’ve made that decision, I’m all the happier for it.

I guess this blog is here to encourage all of you who are teetering on the edge of doing Camp NaNo or not. Go ahead, go for it! The worst that will happen is you won’t hit your goal, but you know what? You’ll end up getting more words than you started out with. The only way that you can really fail is if you never try at all. So, push forward, strive for your best… and know that in this scary writing process that is attempting to better yourself, you are never alone.

Until next time, you guys! Keep reading and writing, and keep being amazing!
Author Amanda McCormick

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Monthly Wrap Up

(Warning, I’m having typo brain today xD)

Hey, I at least hopped onto here to get my monthly update out! Though, in all honesty… I should be getting back to normal now that March is rolling around. This month when I said that I would, I forgot that my husband’s sister was visiting. She lives out of the country, so she was here for quite a while… which means that we were distracted for quite a while.

Anyway, as far as the monthly update goes, I haven’t gotten that much writing done. Thankfully, I’ve gotten a bit. It’s mostly been RP replies, and a little bit of this and that… but the point is I was getting some writing in. All told, I only hit about 6,000 words for the month, which is a far cry from my normal 30,000 word goal (28,000 for this month). But, it was something… which makes me feel a little bit better.

As far as everything else, I’m feeling really well now. My morning sickness is all but gone – I’m actually starting to get a little bit bigger xD So I’m assuming that I will eventually get uncomfortable from that.


As a fun little thing, here’s a picture of my baby. We went for a gender/health scan and found out he’s a perfectly healthy baby boy.

Anyway, I’m hoping I’ll get back to regular posting in March.

Until next time, you guys! Keep reading and writing, and keep being amazing!
Author Amanda McCormick

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Hey, everyone! It’s Tag Thursday, and I’m trying to get back into the habit of properly doing my blogging! So, I found a writing tag over on this blog! Make sure to check it out! Anyway, onward to actually answering the questions!

1. Is there a certain snack you like to eat while writing?

I like to have something that is easy to eat, like chips, or sunflower seeds, or something like that. Sometimes when I’m having a writing binge, I’ll have a ton of candy, or actually  get my dinner/lunch while I’m writing. I usually have a ton of coffee while I’m writing, but I’ve had to cut out on that since I got pregnant. *eyes wordcount* I wonder if that’s why my amount of words that I usually write has gone done? Hm, questions… questions indeed.

2. When do you normally write? Night, afternoon, or morning?

It depends, honestly. I have a huge variety of times that I like to write. I used to write a ton at night, but again… the whole being pregnant thing has changed up my schedule. Now, I tend to start writing around 8pm every night. I don’t know why, exactly. But it’s getting to be a habit – if I haven’t gotten my words out by then, I’ll tackle them, because I know that I don’t want to be waiting until I’m tired to do it.

3. Where do you write?

I either write at my desktop, or recently at my laptop in the living room. I have a little writing corner where I have my laptop/all in one/keyboard, etc all set up. It’s my second writing home, for when I’m not feeling like getting off of the couch.

4. How often do you write a new novel?

At least once a year, since I started doing NaNoWriMo. Now, if you were to ask me how often I start a new novel, that would be a completely different answer. I start new novels constantly, plot them, get excited about them. I’m actually hoping to complete 2 novels this year… but we’ll see how that is going to go. Everything is kind of up in the air right now, depending on how I handle this whole being a Mama thing.

5. Do you listen to music while you write?

I do! I actually listen to my Spotify a lot (Oh, look a link here!!) At least, I think it’s a link. I have different playlists for different moods, but I tend to listen to my Fallout writing playlist a ton while I’m writing.

That could be because I’m writing Fallout a ton of the time when I’m writing. Who knows xD

6. What do you write on? Laptop or paper?

I’ll plot occasionally in a notebook, but for the most part all of my writing and plotting (and everything in between) happens on my laptop or desktop. I used to handwrite (my first novel that I wrote was handwritten), but I have a lot of wrist issues, so I can write by hand for about 5 minutes before everything starts to hurt and go numb. It’s really put a damper on the whole “plotting by hand” thing that I had going on.

But, honestly, with Scrivener and how organized it is now, I really just love writing on the laptop/desktop anyway. If not there, I’m generally on googledocs, cause I can access that even when I’m on my phone, so if I’m out and I needed to take notes, there they are.

7. Is there a special ritual before/after you write?

Uh… I don’t really have a ritual. If I’m writing creativly, I do like to get my music on to block out all of the other sound. Other than that, I just write. I guess I could say that writing on mywriteclub has become a ritual for me, because it gives me those fancy little stars so I can keep track of how much I’ve written. As to a ritual after, I do get up and record how much I’ve written. I need to know, after all. But all and all, I don’t really have something that I have to do before or after – generally inspiration just takes me, and I follow whatever whim it leads me along.

8. What do you do to get in the mood to write?

Sometimes I have a dream. Sometimes I am in the middle of writing a story of a novel. Reviews to fanfics that I’m writing always get me in the mood to write, because it’s amazing to see that people are enjoying what I write.

But… in truth… a lot of the time when I write I’m not in the mood to write. I am of the firm belief that sometimes you have to start, even when you aren’t feeling it. I find that after I get those first 500 words out, the writing is flowing, whether I was in the mood or not. It’s all about getting yourself going, even if you don’t feel like it. At least, that’s how it is for me.

9. What is always near the place you write?

A drink? Generally. I have water, or gingerale right now. Other than that… pens, paper, my calendar to see how much I’ve written. My laptop, if I’m in the living room. I don’t know o-o

10. Do you have a reward system for your word count?

It’s kind of just rewarding for me to get my 1,000 words every day. I will reward myself afterward sometimes, like, “If you finish your words, you can go take a nap.” or “you can have a tiny drink of that soda”… but usually, I just do it. It’s such a habit now that I just do it.

11. Is there anything about your writing process that others might not know about?

Hmm… I don’t know. I mean, usually I’ll sit down and just get at it. If I don’t know what I’m going to write, I’ll just start with a random scene – I let whatever is in my mind at that very moment form the first words, and then I make it work from there. My writing process is a very strange thing, full of ups and downs.

I do have to say, if I don’t feel like I can be creative, one of the most helpful things that I’ve come across is to practice stream of thought. Basically, I open a document and just write whatever I’m thinking and feeling. It really helps to get the words flowing, and then I can usually get down to the creative writing fairly easily after that!

So, there we go! Tag Thursday! If you end up doing this, link back to me so I can know!!! I’d love to read your thoughts and answers!

Until next time, you guys! Keep reading and writing, and keep being amazing!
Author Amanda McCormick

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Hey everyone! It’s Day 12 of my 31 Horror Prompts for October series, and I’m so glad that you’ve stuck with me so far. I’m going to get right into it, because I’m posting late again. I thought that I would change up the tone of what the prompts have been asking for, though… so, let’s get right to it!

Prompt #12

The water bubbled and roiled, and a scream erupted from behind you at what rose from the ocean’s depths.

Oooo, yeah. I love scary water prompts. They actually make me pretty happy, because I love to change things up. These are really good practice for NaNoWriMo, because you’re getting yourself to think, you’re getting yourself to write!

Make sure if you end up doing any of my prompts that you tell me. I’m going to make a list of all of the responses at the end of the month, so we can have a big compilation of horror stories, for anyone who is really in the Halloween mood and wants to get their fix.

Until next time guys!!! Keep reading and writing, and keep being absolutely awesome!
Author Amanda McCormick

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Hey, guys! It’s time for the response to my Day Six Writing Prompt! This is yet again one of those instances in which… well… I might have accidentally made something very akin to the beginning of a novel here. There’s actually 2,000 more words to this, but I cut it so that you wouldn’t have an enormous wall of story to read, because I didn’t think that you’d appreciate it.

Honestly, though, I really enjoyed responding to this, and I can’t wait to see what you guys came up with. I hope that you enjoy what I’ve written!

Mr. Teeth and Claws

I didn’t know him by his face, but I knew him by his voice. It was rich and full of promise, and a snarl all at once. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing, and I certainly couldn’t believe what I was hearing. I’d come back to my parent’s house because my Father had just died, and after the funeral, I’d trudged my way up the stairs and to my old room. My mother said that my bed was still there, the sheets fresh, the pillow new. I was moving back in, because she couldn’t take care of everything at the house, including my little brother, on her own.

I was moving back in because I was a terrible son if I didn’t help her – if I didn’t do something to make this a little bit easier on her. I’d lost my father, but she’d lost her husband, her best friend. She’d lost the man that was the most important person in her life…

And all that I could do was move back in and hope that I was capable of making things a little bit easier on her.

I wasn’t sure what I could do – but I would do whatever I could.

It was when I stepped into the room that the voice spilled out; the blackout curtains kept the soft streetlights from shining through my window. I’d installed them when I was sixteen because any light at all kept me awake.

“I thought you’d never come home, Corbin. It’s nice to see you again.”

My eyes widened, and for a moment I thought that my heart stopped in my chest. I couldn’t believe it. I hadn’t heard that voice since I was ten years old, and my father had told me that believing in the monster under your bed was foolish, and I was a big boy. I’d told him to go away, and after a few moments of arguing, he told me that he would.

For now.

But he’d promised me then that we’d see each other again.

I didn’t move to turn on the light. I closed the door behind me, and I felt my breath come in a soft, shaking gasp. “I’ve had a damn long day, I’m imagining this.”

I heard the sheets rustle – he wasn’t beneath my bed any longer, he was sitting on top of it. My eyes were adjusting to the darkness, and I could see the vagueness of a large figure, slender and lean, sitting on the head of my bed. “Really, Corbin? After everything that we’ve been through? After how kind I was, leaving you alone after that Father of yours demanded it? And you’re going to treat me like any other beggar on the streets like you don’t know me?” His voice was thick like honey and choking like smoke. It was in my head, wrapping around my thoughts, wrapping around everything that I was so that I took a step forward without realizing it.

“I don’t think so, Corbin.”

His voice was a low growl. A threat, a warning, and his displeasure made very known to me for the fact that I was trying to write him off as a hallucination of my very exhausted mind.

My hand moved to the light switch on the wall, and he tsked again. “I don’t think that’s necessary. Here,” there was a flicker of motion, and a light purple flame appeared. The thing on my bed was all blackness and shadow, but dancing amongst it I could see a very human face peering out at me. He had full lips and dark crimson eyes that flashed with wicked delight at the fact that I was looking at him with wide-eyed horror. I’d seen him under my bed before – a flicker of shadows and teeth and claws.

He was still all teeth and claws, but those teeth were concealed behind full lips and a curtain of dark hair that was the shadows that had always obscured him when I was younger.

“Who are you?” The words came hoarse from my throat, and I couldn’t believe that I was even talking to him. Still, there was nothing that I could do about it – he was real, and on my bed, and more tangible than anything that I’d ever thought possible.

“You used to call me Mr. Teeth and Claws. Or Shadow, don’t you remember?” He smiled again, leaning back on my bed so that I could see amongst the swirl of darkness that obscured his body a lean, muscled frame and an exposed chest. The darkness was like a cloak, and as he stretched back, still holding that purple flame in his hand like a flickering lantern, it shifted and moved so I could see more of his body.

“Those aren’t real names. You aren’t-”

“Don’t say that I’m not real again, Corbin. I won’t ask twice.” His voice was chilled, a snarl, and it froze me in my spot. My eyes widened, my heart beating so violently in my chest that I could hardly breathe around it.

“Okay…” I barely managed to get the words out, but he grinned viciously at me for it.

“That’s better. Now then, why don’t you come over here – we spent a lot of time on this bed, you and I…” His voice curled darkness, as though something had happened that hadn’t. I remember being terrified of his arms reaching out from under the bed, and I remember his dark voice telling me stories all night long about little boys being caught up in the shadows and never returning again. “And now that your Father is gone and his barrier has fallen to shambles, I’ve come back to claim what is mine.”

I’d started to step forward, lured by the warmth of his voice, the curling pleasure that cloaked the daggers… but as soon as he mentioned my father, I stopped.

“What do you mean, his barriers?”

The Shadow on my bed laughed richly, “Did you think that I left because you asked me to? Oh, Corbin, that’s rich. No… no, little boy, my little dreamer.” He raised one hand, and a pale finger that seemed elongated in relation to a normal digit crooked towards me. I felt a pull above my navel, almost as though he was calling me forward. “You belong to me, just as much as I belong to you.”

There was something so damning and final about his words, and I couldn’t help the frown that flitted across my face.

“What do you mean, his barriers?” I asked the question again, though this time, it was far fainter. I had a feeling that something had been going on – perhaps for quite some time, that I hadn’t been aware of at all. It was clear that this creatures reappearance in my life had something to do with my Father’s death… but my Dad had died from a construction accident at work… so surely, the thing on the bed hadn’t had anything to do with that?

“No, Corbin. I never had an influence on his life. Only yours – you and I, we are linked. I am the Nightmare, and you are my Dreamer. He just thought that he could keep you from me.” He smiled then, and it was all sharp teeth and wickedness. He crooked his finger again, and I stepped to the edge of the bed. That hand flew out, wrapped around my wrist.

It was cold.

It burned.

I didn’t understand the wash of sensation that tore through me – it was a mixture of terror and excitement, and it burned and nearly made me faint from the sensation of my heart thundering in my chest.

“S-stop. What are you doing?”

“What I was meant to do all along.” He pulled me closer to him, jerking my body forward until I fell on the bed beside him. I couldn’t ask more questions, though a thousand of them were flying through my mind. “You’re my shadow kissed Dreamer – you can see into our world…. you can see me. It’s your father’s fault, for being half Nightmare himself.”

I still couldn’t speak… and I still didn’t know what in the fuck he was talking about. My father wasn’t a nightmare. His dark hair and eyes had always been kind, and he’d always chased away the shadows–

“Because he didn’t want us to know about you. Do you know how special you are? How rare you are?” The Shadow leaned forward, and his tongue came out, long and smooth. He licked along my cheek, and the saliva left a cool line against my skin that burned just as much as his touch had. “You make a Nightmare strong, you let me walk in the physical world… and he can’t keep me at bay anymore. No, you’re mine, little Dreamer, and together, we’re going to have all of the pleasures of the world.”

He purred that word, deadly like a big cat. I wanted to jerk away from him, but I was frozen under his presence, under the weight of him holding me there on the bed that I’d seen him hiding under so often, heard his voice spilling from.

After the night when my Father had told me that the monster wasn’t real, I’d never seen him again… but I still heard him sometimes when I was trying to sleep – he’d tell me stories, he’d sing me lullabies… his voice was a curse and a gift all at once, because I’d never been alone.

But I’d left him behind as I’d grown, and I never thought that I’d see him again.

“You need to go – Shadows aren’t real.”

His grip on my wrist tightened, and the lick along my cheek turned into a sharp bite against my neck. I almost screamed out, but his free hand came up, covering my lips, stopping the noise from escaping my throat.

“Do you really want to do that? I’m not your little Brother’s Nightmare, but he’s still Shadow kissed. I could still visit him, instead. Your father isn’t here to protect either one of you.”

I thought of Jackson – of his innocent blue eyes and blonde hair… and I thought of this thing touching him, being near him. I instantly shook my head, my eyes shutting tight. Maybe I would wake up from all of this still, maybe it was just a dream.

“A nightmare, Corbin, I’m a Nightmare… and I’m glad to see that you’ve made the smart decision.” He knew before I’d even said it; he was in my head. He’d known when he threatened Jackson that I was going to do whatever I could to keep him away from him. My eyes opened wide, though, the words that he’d said trickling into the back of my mind. He answered again before I could even speak.

“That’s right, little Jackson has his own Nightmare, and she’ll be hungry for the taste of him just as much as I am for your taste.”

“I can’t le-”

“If you cooperate with me, I’ll make sure that she doesn’t touch him… I’ll make sure that no other Nightmare has a presence in this house, in your families life. I’ll keep your dear little Brother safe.” The aching tight grip on my wrist loosened, and he stroked along the side of my face. His voice was still honey, and it made me shiver. I was terrified – not for myself, but for the thought of Jackson having to go through something like this. My Father had clearly thought that keeping me safe from the monster beside me was important enough to seal him away… but I didn’t know how to do that, and he wasn’t here to do it for Jackson.

“I’ll do whatever you want if you promise that he won’t get hurt.”

Dark crimson eyes flared a bright red, and those full lips curved into a wicked grin that flashed sharp teeth that had drawn blood at my neck. “Perfect – with your blood, with your strength and your essence, I’ll be stronger than her. I’ll be stronger than any Nightmare who thinks they can pique their head and show their face here. This is my domain; no Dream or Nightmare will be known any longer.”

He turned to me then, and those crimson eyes were a swirl, cascading, drawing me in. I wanted to fall into that stare if only to escape from the reality of what was happening around me. I wanted to escape everything that was happening…

So, there we go. More than likely, Mr. Teeth and Claws will end up being a novel. I really can’t help myself. For some reason, I’m terrible at writing short stories.

Still, this is great practice for NaNoWriMo, and I completely encourage you guys to go ahead and do some writing prompts to get yourself revved up for the event!

Make sure if you end up doing any of my prompts that you tell me. I’m going to make a list of all of the responses at the end of the month, so we can have a big compilation of horror stories, for anyone who is really in the Halloween mood and wants to get their fix.

Until next time guys!!! Keep reading and writing, and keep being absolutely awesome!
Author Amanda McCormick

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Writing Prompt

Hey everyone! It’s that time again, where I post a writing prompt and see what you guys can come up with. I’m going to do a sentence prompt this time, I think… and I’ll try to gear it towards something that could take many directions. So, if you’re ready… here is the prompt for this week!

“I looked downstairs to see that the flood had submerged most of the house. That was when I noticed a faint light flickering through the murky water.”

There we go! So, what is that light flickering in the murky water? Is it something good, something evil? Is there a fantasy land? It’s completely up to you to decide, and I personally can’t wait to see what you do. My favorite thing about these prompts, especially a prompt like this… is that we really do have the opportunity to show our diversity as writers. We can shape a thousand worlds from this sentence, and elicit a thousand emotions.

I want to see what you shape.

I want to know what you make the world feel.

I can’t wait for you to show us all.

When you’re done, make sure to link back to me ❤ I want to put everyone’s prompts together at the end of the week!

Until next time guys!!! Keep reading and writing, and keep being absolutely awesome!
Author Amanda McCormick

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