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Monthly Journal – September 2018

Hello, everyone!

Welcome to my blog series, Monthly Journal. This post is late too…I know. I’m trying to catch up. Thankfully, it’s only a few days late. If you haven’t been following my blog series, and you’re seeing this for the first time, you can check out the other posts here.

https://melindamariealexander.com/monthly-journal/

Unpacking is so not fun! I’m exhausted, not to mention hurting all over. There is such a mess in my workshop right now. Everything is everywhere. I think it’s going to take me awhile to fix this mess. I really hope I have enough room for everything. Fingers crossed! I really wish I was Samantha on Bewitched right now, just twitch my nose and be done already.

After eight days of unpacking, my whole body was hurting really bad and I had a migraine all day. Having Fibromyalgia, really sucks! I just want to get my workshop unpacked and organized, so I can start making pottery again. It feels like every step forward I take, I end up taking two steps back. I had to take some time off to rest.

While I was resting my arms and shoulders (I have arthritis in my shoulders) I spent some time researching on ancestry, more glaze research and worked on my characters a little. I had a few empty journals lying around, so I decided to use one for my main characters and minor characters that are nice. I started listing all the important information about each character, this way I don’t have to go get my huge series bible, or go upstairs in my office when I need some information, while working downstairs. I can carry them with me, wherever I go. Another journal will have the antagonists, villains, and people who are not nice (haven’t started on that one yet), and the other journal is a catch-all notebook, for things I have to do, ideas about my story etc.

After some much-needed rest, I had to go back to my workshop and do more unpacking.

  I’m plowing through it!

Because I can’t wait to feel clay squish through my fingers again. I can’t wait to make something, glaze it and open the kiln when it’s done. Every time I do that…it’s like Christmas.

So, my book has taken a back seat, because I’ve been busy with my workshop. There’s so much to do! I haven’t worked on my book in a while. I think my characters might be mad at me. Not to mention, all this unpacking and moving things around is taking a toll on my body. I think I’ve been over doing it. I ended up having to take more time off again, because I was in so much pain. Seeing how difficult it’s been for me, my son Nick came up with a really good idea, so I don’t over do it all the time. I kind of think I’m Superwoman, and then I pay for it after. He told me that I should set a timer, and when it stops, I need to stop. So that’s what I’ve been doing. It still causes me pain though, but not as bad. Thank you Nick, your idea was brilliant!

I swear these boxes keep multiplying at night. It doesn’t look like I’ve made any progress. I had no idea I had so much stuff! The other day I was so overwhelmed by the mess and all the boxes, I just wanted to stop. But then I took a deep breath and continued unpacking. This is so not fun! I’m not a fan of unpacking…just saying!

On September 24th, I took another day off from unpacking, and decided to clean my office. I’m not sure why I wanted to clean my office? I could have done so many other things. However, I’m so glad I did. I found some notes for my book, stuck between a pile of papers I needed to file. Not really sure how they got there? My notes seem to disappear sometimes.

On September 28th, I finally started unpacking my inventory. Looks like everything made it through the move…so far. Suddenly, I can see some progress. The boxes are disappearing, and my inventory is on the shelves, along with all my other stuff. It won’t be long now, I’ll be able to make pottery soon. Just a few more boxes to go and then more organizing. Then I can order some clay and new glazes, and start cleaning up…vacuum the floor and wash it etc.

Thanks for stopping by!

Hopefully, I’ll have more time to write, plot and edit in October

 

 

 

Inspiration Board #7 – part three

Images, make my story come to life!

They inspire me, they help me see my characters, where they go, what kind of trouble they get into, and sets the mood of the story. That’s why most of the images are dark and moody…with a little touch of color here and there. Just like my story!

Images are such a useful tool for me, especially since I’m an artist/designer/potter/photographer and writer. They help me design my story world. I can visualize my story in my mind, but seeing images related to my story takes it a step further.

That’s why I make these inspiration boards.

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Inspiration Board #7 – part two

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Images, make my story come to life!

They inspire me, they help me see my characters, where they go, what kind of trouble they get into, and sets the mood of the story. That’s why most of the images are dark and moody…with a little touch of color here and there. Just like my story!

Images are such a useful tool for me, especially since I’m an artist/designer/potter/photographer and writer. They help me design my story world. I can visualize my story in my mind, but seeing images related to my story takes it a step further.

That’s why I make these inspiration boards.

Inspiration Board #7 – part one

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Images, make my story come to life!

They inspire me, they help me see my characters, where they go, what kind of trouble they get into, and sets the mood of the story. That’s why most of the images are dark and moody…with a little touch of color here and there. Just like my story!

Images are such a useful tool for me, especially since I’m an artist/designer/potter/photographer and writer. They help me design my story world. I can visualize my story in my mind, but seeing images related to my story takes it a step further.

That’s why I make these inspiration boards.

Inspiration Board #6 – part seven

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For a split second, I thought I saw something in the window on the second floor. Suddenly a gust of wind blew my hair in my face, and I couldn’t see. I pulled my hair away from my eyes, and that’s when I saw it. I froze. I couldn’t move. I was afraid, but yet I was fascinated. I took a couple of steps closer, so I could get a better look. It looked like a girl standing in the window, but not a real one. It was a misty white cloud in the shape of a girl. I stared at the window, then suddenly the misty white girl looked real, and she was staring right at me. I gasped. I couldn’t look away, I don’t know why. I just kept staring at her, and she kept staring at me. Then she put her index finger to her mouth, like she didn’t want me to tell anyone. I shivered. The hair on the back of my neck was standing up, and I could feel goose bumps all over my body.

“This can’t be real. It can’t be!”

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Inspiration Board #6 – part six

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Inside…Raven Hill

Check out the sneak peek here…

https://melindamariealexander.com/2015/04/13/key/

Inspiration Board #6 – part five

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Images, make my story come to life!

They inspire me, they help me see my characters, where they go, what kind of trouble they get into, and sets the mood of the story. That’s why most of the images are dark and moody…with a little touch of color here and there. Just like my story!

Images are such a useful tool for me, especially since I’m an artist/designer/potter/photographer and writer. They help me design my story world. I can visualize my story in my mind, but seeing images related to my story takes it a step further!

That’s why I make these inspiration boards.

Inspiration Board #6 – part four

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Images, make my story come to life!

They inspire me, they help me see my characters, where they go, what kind of trouble they get into, and sets the mood of the story. That’s why most of the images are dark and moody…with a little touch of color here and there. Just like my story!

Images are such a useful tool for me, especially since I’m an artist/designer/potter/photographer and writer. They help me design my story world. I can visualize my story in my mind, but seeing images related to my story takes it a step further!

That’s why I make these inspiration boards.

If I were you…

 

I glanced at Joey, his jaw was twitching and his nostrils flared. Then I looked back at the three boys, who were crossing the street.

“Great,” complained Matt. “What do we do now?” Matt looked a little worried, but Joey didn’t look worried at all, he just looked mad.

“Well…Well…Well…boys, look who we have here,” smirked the boy in the middle. “I thought I smelled something foul!”

“Shut up Zach!” Joey’s jaw twitched again.

“What’s wrong?” Zach walked a little closer. “Having second thoughts?” a nasty grin started spreading across his face. He’d be kind of cute, if he didn’t look so mean.

“I knew they would back out, I knew they wouldn’t do it,” said the boy with red hair.

“What’s the matter Joey, you chicken?” the tall boy flapped his arms like a chicken, while the other two laughed. I decided right then and there, that I didn’t like them…at all!

“Shut up you moron!” yelled Matt. I glanced at Matt and saw his face turning red, and then I looked at Zach, who looked even meaner than before.

“What did you say?” asked Zach angrily.

“You heard him,” Joey balled up his hands.

“I’d be careful if I were you,” threatened Zach. I looked around…from one boy to the next, it looked like there was going to be a fight, a real fight.

“Why don’t you leave them alone?” I snapped. Oh crap! Did I just say that…out loud. I bit my bottom lip. Why do I always open my big fat mouth, at the wrong time? It always gets me in trouble.

“Who’s going to make me?” Zach sneered. “You!” then the three of them laughed, so I gave them a dirty look. “You guys are mean,” I narrowed my eyes.

“If I were you…I’d keep my mouth shut and mind my own business,” Zach gave me an icy stare.

“Who’s gonna make me?” I wrinkled my eyebrows and clenched my teeth.

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Nice to meet you Lacy Quinn

 

I heard someone call my name. I looked over my shoulder to see who it was. It was Matt. Then suddenly, I banged right into someone. It felt like I walked into a brick wall. Books, papers, file folders and a brief case went flying through the air.

“Oh, I’m so sorry,” I bent down to help the man pick up his things.

“It was my fault,” he bent down too and…

“Ouch!” I touched my forehead. I saw stars for a few seconds. Then I started laughing.

“Are you okay?” he looked concerned. “I’m so sorry. I wasn’t looking where I was going,” Then he laughed too and rubbed his head. “Today is just not my day,”

“I wasn’t watching where I was going either,” I looked into his brown eyes and smiled. “Are you a teacher here?” I picked up his books and handed them to him, and then stood up.

“Actually, I teach next door…at the high school,” he took the books from me and picked up his brief case. “Thank you,” he smiled. The man who was with him was still picking up the file folders, and Matt, April and Violet chased after the papers that were flying around in the hallway. Every time someone opened the front door, the papers would fly all over the place.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” he asked me again. “I’m Victor Collins,” he stuck out his hand and smiled.

I stretched out my hand and shook his, “Nice to meet you Mr. Collins.”

He raised one eyebrow, “From the look on your face, I’m guessing that you’ve meet my nephew Zach,” his smile spread across his face, making the dimple in his chin more pronounced. “He’s a little difficult at times, but deep down he’s a good boy.”

I frowned, “Actually, he’s not very nice at all,” I quickly covered my mouth. Did I really say that…out loud? Oh, no!

Victor Collins laughed. “You never told me your name,” he said still smiling. “I don’t think that’s fair, do you?”

“I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have said that. It wasn’t very nice, it just slipped out,” I looked at him and then looked at my shoes.

“That’s okay. I don’t even remember what you said. So, are you going to tell me your name?”

“I’m Lacy Quinn,” I looked up at him. He was wearing a plaid jacket, a light blue button down shirt and jeans. His smile quickly faded for some reason, and he looked a little surprised. There was a few seconds of awkwardness, but then his smile returned.

“Nice to meet you Lacy Quinn,”

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This was written during NaNoWriMo. Technically…it has not been edited yet. I just gave it a once over. I think it’s okay!