Welcome, lurkers. As you may know, I'm a writer of speculative fiction and poetry. While I publish short stories under the name A.D. Spencer, feel free to call me Ariyana. Here you'll be able to read about my upcoming projects, learn about new releases from my favorite small publishers, and maybe even read a few free stories of mine.

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Monday, October 27, 2008

NaNoWriMo: All the Cool Kids are Doin' It

Well, I'm breaking in my blog for its first post of the NaNo season.

It's that time again. The coffee bags are sitting anxiously in my top drawer, candies await on my roomie's side of the live-in closet we call home, my laptop wallpaper is presenting a word count a day calendar for the month of November, OneNote is hosting a new folder with pre-NaNo notes...Yes, indeed, National Novel Writing Month approaches.

My project this year is an idea I had four or five years ago for a young adult novel, The Last Crusader. I'm excited. I could vomit. Character sketches, plot outlines, and writing soundtracks are all in the works this week as I prepare for a month of novel writing. I'm especially excited about this year. Not only do I have a solid idea for a story, I'm going to have several friends participating. That means the pressure to finish is on: a great thing for a struggling novelist.

So here's wishing my fellow novelists good luck. I won't promise, but I'm pretty sure the procrastinator inside will make me its whore this upcoming Nov.--which means several blog updates for my handful of readers. Actually, I'm pretty sure that handful will also be procrastinating by writing blogs about their novel writing process....

Well, happy reading...and writing, everyone

Monday, October 13, 2008

Alrighty. If you think that someone might be slightly peeved with you, calling them 15 times in two days will not make it better. Especially if you're going to meet said someone face to face by the end of the week. An old associate has been calling relentlessly to talk about important things in his life and is now complaining that the answering machine has a better relationship with him that we (my roomie and I) do. If it thinks that calling that often will make us sensitive to his needs, he obviously didn't have a good relationship with us in the first place.

Why won't the madness end.

Oh, I'm sorry, the phone's ringing...Gotta go.