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I am suffering from an inability to concentrate. I’m used to be able to get out and get some energy out, or get out so that I can come back and focus… and here I am, not being able to get out. It’s messing with my concentration (that, and the fact that my children are wilding out because of the stir craze).

So, how do you deal with your concentration being a bit wrecked because you don’t have the ability to follow whatever usual routine you used to have?

Well, first of all, you accept the fact that your routine just isn’t going to be the same for the moment, and there isn’t anything wrong with it. You might be able to get more words, you might be able to get less… but things are going to be a little different… so… you need to establish a new routine. Set yourself up a new schedule, set yourself expectations. You have to change things around so that you’re getting a new habit going — unless your habits haven’t been changed by everything going on… in which case ❤ Awesome and you keep on keeping on!

❤ These are the things that have worked for me, though. I downloaded Microsoft To-Do (across phone and computer), I set new goals for myself, and I try to just get it done as much as I can. And as for concentration (I’ve been writing this blog for the past hour because of the lack of it), just steal away the quiet moments that you can. Set yourself apart at least 15-30 minutes to write if you can manage, and take advantage of it. Do what you can, the best you can. It’s all that you can do right now ❤

I think the most important piece of advice, and the one that I can give a 100% stamp of “this is right” on is this… don’t be hard on yourself right now. Things are weird, things are changing, and you are allowed to be thrown off ❤ Just keep trying.

Until next time, y'all!
Keep writing and writing, and keep being awesome!
Author Amanda McCormick
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So, I love to talk about writing programs that help me along the way, because I really love to read about people and their tips and tricks, how they end up helping my favorite writers to get their work done.

I recently got a MacBook, so I was loading it with new programs… and one of the programs that I found was Microsoft ToDo.

It’s a really simple program. It launches when I turn my computer. It’s just a list — a little list that shows me what I need to be doing for the day… and when you do it, it marks off and makes a nice little bing noise.

I’m a sucker for a pleasing noise xD

Anyway, I sometimes think that it is the simple programs that can really help us the most. In my case, this goes onto my phone as well — I have constant reminders of what I need to do, when I need to do it, and what I have done. No matter how you do it, I think that setting goals and then keeping track of your tasks is one of the more important things that you can do, if you’re trying to keep a schedule. You’re holding yourself accountable, and if you share it with a friend, they are, too!

Do you have a list? Do you bujo, maybe? Let me know how you keep track of your tasks!

Until next time, y'all!
Keep writing and writing, and keep being awesome!
Author Amanda McCormick
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Because I can admit that I kind of let Animal Crossing just eat me for the last couple of weeks. Things have been weird — let’s not try to dance around that. Whether you suddenly have no job, suddenly have your family/significant other constantly home because they have no job, or have a family member who is out constantly because they’re essential… things are strange.

So, how are you handling the pandemic?

I let myself have a few weeks to kind of just hide. I was playing Animal Crossing like it was the only thing I could do. I wasn’t really writing, I wasn’t really working on much of anything at all…

And then yesterday, I realized how icky I was feeling because I hadn’t been writing.

I don’t know about you guys, but when I go a while without getting something done creatively, I start to actually feel icky/depressed. Writing is therapeutic for me, and it really helps me to manage my stress and emotions. It’s been a bit harder lately — my kids are constantly stuck inside, our entire routine is completely thrown off from how it usually is, and nothing is the same.

But… I sat down, and I downloaded Microsoft To Do… and I am going to try to get myself back into a routine that includes writing, reading, and the things that I need to do for my own mental health. It actually gets me into an extremely depressive state to not be creative; even though I’m having a ton of fun on Animal Crossing, I’m ignoring the things that actually help me to function as a happy human.

Time to quit that.

So, how are you handling things changing? Because it’s not to late to re-establish a routine, or even set up something altogether new in these changing times!

Let me know how you’ve been ❤ You’re all on my mind and in my heart!

Until next time, y'all!
Keep writing and writing, and keep being awesome!
Author Amanda McCormick
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2020 Writing Goals

Posted: February 19, 2020 in writing goals
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  • Finish all outstanding fanfic series or Discontinue them.
  • Get over 100 fanfics posted up on A03
  • Blog at least once a week
  • Finish Collab novel
  • Finish Limbo
  • Finish Cerulean Darkness Rewrite
  • Finish Committing Murder
  • Finish Unknown NaNo Novel (Obsidian Light?)
  • Write at least 10 short stories
  • Query agents

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*Stares at the title of the photo she picked out* Daily Writing Blog. Yes, I’m going to try to get back to that. Things have been kind of beyond crazy on my end. I made a cross country move, didn’t have a house to move into (yay for sisters who love you <3), found a house to move into… had the roof in that house caved-in in the living room… (yay for sisters who still love you, lol), waited for the roof to get fixed… found out the carpet was trashed… >_> (Yay for my sister. Lol.)… but finally, finally we got everything sorted and settled!

Now we’re just working on still getting everything in the house totally homey. We recently finished getting my kids room baby proofed, so the only room left is…

MY OFFICE. That’s right, guys. I have a writing room, an office, a place for me to get all of my writing things done. >_> I just need bookshelves! (If you would like to randomly donate a bookshelf, check RIGHT HERE xD) I’m honestly really excited about it, because I’ve never had a space that was specifically and solely for writing before. I’ve always had to work at a desk in a room with other people, in my room in a corner somewhere… never in a place where I could go in, shut the door… and that be my world.

Having that area is going to make me really buckle down for this. I have a goal to have my rewrite of Cerulean Darkness finished by the end of the year, as well as Limbo; I want the two books to choose between for publishing. I’m also going to start publishing short stories, and I intend to have one of those up by the end of the year as well.

Basically, once I get that office done, I’m going to really give it my all. And ❤ I hope you guys are happy and willing to see me around a lot more, because I plan on getting back to blogging full force.

 

Until then, you guys! Keep reading, and keep writing!

Author Amanda McCormick

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So… I tried to do Camp NaNo with a newborn and a 21 month old.

Ha.

Ha. Ha. Ha.

Hahahahahahahahahaha.

Ha.

No.

While I did better than expected, meeting the actual goal was nearly imposible. I have only just gotten to the point that I feel like writing consistently again within the last week. Pushing that when I knew that doing so might ruin that fragile momentum was simply not an option. So, I have decided that it is important to get started again… but to take it slow.

So.

Goals:

1 blog a week.

100 word prompt a week.

250 a day.

Yep. I am going to push for a page a day until I get my speed back. I know it is good to have low end goals. My high goal will be 1k a day.

I think I can do it. I am just excited to be back to writing in general.

A picture of my 1 month old, to keep it cute ♡

Until next time!

Amanda McCormick

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Holy guac, guys! Did you think I was gone forever? Holidays and family and end of the year shenanigans have pretty much caught my attention for a bit, but I’m going to get back to regular posting now. Thanks for sticking with me during my small break, and I’m really excited to get back into blogging on the regular.

I don’t really have any new years resolutions, or anything like that. The only real resolution that I’ve ever made is to write 1000 words a day for an entire year, and I hit that goal. I am not going to be anywhere near silly enough to try that again this year, with the fact that I’m going to be having a baby >_> That’s setting myself up for at least one day of failure when I’m popping the kiddo out xD However, I do like to set myself a few goals and aspirations for what I want to get accomplished. It’s not a resolution… it’s more a “Planning in advance” so I can have an idea of what I’m aiming for.

Firstly, I plan on trying to self pub some stories this year. It’s scary, and I’ve always tried to talk myself out of it… but now, I really want to go for it. I think that it would be a good thing, and… the worst that can happen is that I wouldn’t make money off of it? Since I like to write short stories anyway… I’m not really losing out on anything. And who knows, I might win something pretty fantastic.

As my second little goal, which ties in with the first, I’m going to try to be writing at least one short story a month. I think that just getting into the practice of that will be pretty good for me, if only to keep my creativity cranking. I so often get caught up in commissions that I completely forget to take time to write for myself. I don’t want to do that anymore. I really want to make sure that I always flex my creativity muscles in venues that I really enjoy and want to pursue.

I wish I could say that I was going to start and keep a bullet journal for the year ;-; but I know that I never keep up with those. I wish that I could… I don’t know what it is about me and a physical journal, but I seem completely and utterly incapable of keeping up with one. It’s crazy.

My third… goal? I guess it’s a goal. My hubs and I and our little family are planning on a cross country move sometime around July. It’s going to be crazy, hectic, and so worth it. I’m not sure exactly what the goal is here though… prep, mentally get myself ready… make sure that I don’t go crazy in the process xD

So yeah, that’s a little update on me. What about you guys? What are your goals for the year? I’d love to hear about them, if you’d like to share. Make a blog about it — put those goals on blast in public. I find that one of the best ways to keep up with doing something that you said you’re going to do is simply by letting people know that you’re going to do it. Accountability is… well, it’s really key, for me at least, in making sure that I keep up with everything that I want to do. If I know that people KNOW what I’m planning, I feel a pressure not to let them down or make myself a liar, and that pressure ends up spurring me on when I thought that I would otherwise not be able to do it.

You should try it. It could be good for ya!

Until next time, keep reading and keep writing, guys!

Author Amanda McCormick

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Here we are, once again! It’s time for Ego’s blog challenge! This time, we’re going to mix it up a bit again. I’m not going to ask you to write a short story. Instead, I want you to take a few minutes and think… write a blog about what your goals are! Why do you have a blog? What do you want to accomplish with it. Further than that, why do you write? Where would you like to see yourself as a writer 5 years from now, 10 years from now… really reflect on what you want to do, and get it down into words. Making a statement that other people can see is like making a commitment.

I want us all to commit to our dreams and ambitions — that way, we can keep each other on track.

I can’t wait to see what you guys say and come up with <3!

Author Amanda McCormick

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Oh, is it that time again? I think so! It’s time for another Blog Challenge! I wanted to switch this one up a bit again… so, instead of me giving you a writing prompt, I want you to make a list. Write down the last five things that you can remember dreaming about. After you’ve done that, use at least three elements from those dreams to make a short story! Doing this, you’re going to kind of delve into your own mind to write a story and practice what a lot of writers do to create new worlds!

(For those of you who will say: I can’t remember my dreams. I don’t dream. I don’t want to do this. Blah. Fine. https://wordcounter.net/random-word-generator Pick five words here and carry on as instructed.)

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

So, let’s get to it, shall we?

Author Amanda McCormick

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I guess I should probably get to posting my own response for this blog challenge #1, shouldn’t I? The prompt was to write a story including the following three elements: A stolen ring, a fear of spiders, and a sinister stranger. So… let’s get to it then, shall we?

–WARNING: Mature Rating–

“You shouldn’t have taken it, Kaleigh!” My voice was damn near an octave higher than usual, and I could hear the fear tremoring through the tone in nearly palpable waves. I knew it was stupid — legends were just that, stories that had no proof of truth. Maybe I was superstitious, or maybe I was smart. I wasn’t sure — but my girlfriend was looking at the ring that she’d snatched with reverence in her eyes. The stone was almost garnet, but the color was even deeper than that.

It almost swirled red like blood. From the moment that I’d seen it, I knew it was trouble. Every story that I’d ever heard as a child said that to take anything from the catacombs was to court a demon. The fact that we’d even come down here at all was almost more than I’d been willing to do, but Kaleigh had wanted to, begged me to… and in the end, I’d given in to her demands.

“Oh, Sarah, stop it. Nothing’s going to happen. See,” she wiggled her curvaceous body back and forth, “I’m still alive and kicking. There’s no demon.” And then, with a happy grin, she picked my hand up before I could stop her and slid the ring onto my left hand. “And now you have the prettiest damn engagement ring that anyone could ask for.”

I opened my mouth to protest, and I started to yank the band off… and then what she’d said hit me.

Engagement ring. My eyes widened, and my breath caught in my throat. She was asking me what I thought she was…

“Really, baby?” My nervousness was still there in the background, but I couldn’t hold back the smile that split my features. Suddenly, the whole idea of the curse wasn’t so bad.

“I love you, Sarah.” And her lips crushed against mine in a hot, excited kiss that made me all but forget the sensation in the back of my mind that something was going to happen.

I didn’t notice him until the next day. I was walking home from work when it happened; the dark shadow was a few blocks down, making sure to stay in the darkness so that I couldn’t make out his face. I had to assume that it was a he, because the figure was big and hulking. It was either that, or some Amazon Warrior had decided to follow me. My eyes continued to flick behind me, and I twisted the ring on my hand nervously. With my other, I quickly reached into my purse and wrapped my fingers around my mace.

I’d use it if I had to. Hopefully, whoever it was following me was just walking the same way that I was, and there wasn’t anything to worry about.

When I turned around again, the figure was gone. I breathed a sigh of relief, but it quickly turned into a scream that caught in my throat when I turned back in the direction fo my path. Before me stood the man that had been following me — of course, saying the word man was a very loose term.

The creature hulked at eight feet tall, and its skin was a solid, liquidy black that left him looking like he’d rolled in wet ink. Its eyes were slits, pointed and catlike, though blood-red in color.

The same red as the ring that I wore, which burned hot on my finger.

Its body was huge, though it wasn’t muscle so much as presence — and its spindle like fingers that stretched out towards me had two too many digits. I stepped back, raising my mace and spraying it, though I already knew it was pointless. Whatever I was seeing, which threatened to tear the sanity away from my mind altogether, wasn’t human.

I was hoping I’d simply gone crazy, but I could smell sulfur in the air and feel the cool sting of the night air sucking out the oxygen in my lungs from terror. I wasn’t dreaming. I wasn’t crazy.

The thing didn’t flinch when I sprayed it. Those long, needle-like fingers wrapped around my throat and lifted me into the air as though I was nothing more than a rag doll.

“You are the one who took my ring.” And though he spoke, the words that he said were whispered in my head. What came out of his mouth was dark, vicious speech that no human had heard before.

“N-no. I–” I struggled to choke out the words around its grip, to let it know that I hadn’t taken the ring at all… but my fiancee’s face sprang into my mind, and I knew that I couldn’t betray her. “Take it back.”

My hands struggled to pull the ring off, but it wouldn’t budge. It felt glued to my skin, and I yanked and pulled until my finger was raw and bleeding, and the thing was laughing richly in my face again.

“It’s too late for that now.” It leaned in, inhaling my scent and grinning — its teeth were stained the same inky black as its skin. “You smell like fear. I want more.”

Those red eyes flashed bright, and for a moment nothing happened. I felt it slowly — a soft trickle of eight legs trailing along my neck. I knew the sensation, and I brought my hand up to smack, a scream trying to rip from my chest around the choking sensation on my neck. I saw the fat, black spider a moment before another crawled along my arm. I tried to scream again, and I flailed in his arms like a thing on fire, a wild cat caught in a trap. I wasn’t afraid of many things, but spiders… spiders were on the short list. I screamed again, and felt something tickling on my tongue. Huge, fat, it crept from my throat and against my lips, all fangs and legs and itching, scraching hair.

I screamed over and over again, but the creature holding me seemed to drink the sound down, and soon there were spiders pouring out of my mouth, my nose, my ears. I could feel them trickling from between my legs — they were coming from everywhere. And then, with a rip of pain, they began to spill from beneath my nails, until every part of me was alive and crawling with them.

I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t think — terror made my heart throb so painfully in my chest that I thought I would die from it; the hot stream that soaked along my leg was evidence to that fear… and just as I felt I was going to faint from it… suddenly…

They were gone.

I was limp in its arms now, and it brought me forward to cradle me almost affectionately against its chest. Its words were a dark rumble, and its fingers held me tight when it spoke.

“Oh, this is going to be so much fun.” And, paralyzed by his touch, by my fear, by my trembling body and my aching throat, I couldn’t manage the strength to break his grip and get away as he took a few steps and walked into a swirling dark shadow, passing us through the world of humans and into his realm.

Uh… dang. That was dark guys. I apologize. Still, really fun prompt! I hope that you guys enjoyed it! I am going to be running this challenge for the foreseeable future, so if you want in on this awesomness, just start responding and link back to my page! You’ll get free shares out, and become part of our writing network for better exposure, blog comments, and just all around fun!

My Awesome Participants!!!:

http://www.readlistennibble.com/home/2018/6/5/blog-challenge-prompt-1

https://www.myloeyeager.com/2018/06/09/mirandas-ring/

http://torylynnwriter.blogspot.com/2018/06/escape-working-title.html

https://hrstephens.com/2018/06/08/the-duke-and-the-thief/

https://heretherebegames.blogspot.com/2018/06/egos-blog-challenge-1-all-for-wish.html

https://havenofchaos.org/2018/06/08/when-a-stalker-follows/

https://wp.me/p9W30w-1G

http://flyingkittystudio.com/?page_id=43

https://plotbunnywhackamole.wordpress.com/2018/06/09/ring-phobia-stranger

https://thewritingkennel.wordpress.com/2018/06/06/blog-challenge-2-tyra-part-3/

https://giannarobbin.wordpress.com/2018/06/09/challenge-prompt-1/

 

Stay tuned for the next portion of my blog challenge! I’ll be getting it up tomorrow! Until then,

Author Amanda McCormick

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