Everyday For A Month: Day 22

So at around 8 p.m., it occurred to me that I'd forgotten to write today's blog post. I am committed to blogging everyday for 30 days in a row, no matter what. (Lord willing)...

About 6 hours ago, I had this miraculous idea about something creepy falling from airplanes and wreaking havoc on a single woman's life (who just happens to live near the airport)😜. I haven't brought that idea completely to fruition yet, but as soon as I do, I promise to post it and creep you guys out.

Right now, my aunt has flown in from Illinois to visit. I'm super excited that she's here and I'm looking forward to hearing some scary stories she says she has to tell me. So this post is going to be a short one.

As far as my writing life is going, I'm working on a story that incorporates the Seven Gates of the Egyptian Underworld, also known as Duat. 

The Duat story is weird and creepy. I would even say that it is "a different kind of writing all together". Something I've never written before, in a 'style/tone' I'm not used to. The character is odd, and as of right now he doesn't have a name. I'm not sure if I will even give him a name because I think for some reason, it may take away from the story. So right now, I'll just refer to him as X.

I'm excited to write X's story. Right now I'm planning seven stories, each one focusing on how he passes through each gate of the underworld. The story starts when he dies.

That's all I know for now!

Thanks for reading, you guys! I'll be back tomorrow, and hopefully it'll be with a story!

Boo yahhh!

Everyday For A Month: Day 17

A single writing prompt:

It wasn’t until after a few years of marriage that I began to have the sneaking suspicion my wife, Leandra, was made of bees... 

Everyday For A Month: Day 16

So, all day I was worried about what I might write for the blog today, when it occurred to me that I have a true horror story to share with you for once, and it happened today IRL.

My mom and I went out to eat at a local burger joint today after we finished our errands. We ate in the car, because we both like to feed the birds as we sit in the shade and munch.

I took the burgers and fries out of the plastic bag and casually tossed it into the backseat. 30 minutes later, we were rolling down the highway with all four windows open and I noticed there is a police car behind me; (but I'm actually going the speed limit, so I'm not too worried). Two seconds later, the plastic bag comes crawling upside my face, and wiggles its way out the window heading straight for the cop car behind me😱. 

At this point I'm thinking, "F#$%. I'm for sure gonna get pulled over for littering and reckless driving".

But luckily for me, nothing happened. The officer simply swerved and merged into to the other lane when our bag came flying at him. 

I'm so grateful that Houston PD did not pull me over. Because I did not want to pay a fine for accidentally littering. Nor did I want to be asked to trapse my not-so-happy-ass halfway down the highway (in this heat) and pick up my fast food bag.

Needless to say, when we pulled up at the house, I was sooooo happy to be home and off the road. 

Moral of the story: don't wait until your starving to eat, because then you'll be in too much of a hurry to secure your bag safely underneath something before you pull off on your way to go haunt somewhere else.

Lesson learned.

♡

Everyday For A Month: Day 12

(This is the only thing I've written all day, so it'll have to do... lol)

Telephone: Alice, y won't you tt me? 

Alice: Leave me alone. 

T: I can't. All the time we've spent together, the laughs we shared. ily, Alice. 

A: You ruined it when you spoke out of turn. 

T: Just hold me again. 

A: 

T: Just look at me again. 

A: 

T: ily. ttys.

Everyday For A Month: Day 10

“Murderous Intentions; Honorable Mentions.”

“Don’t you think that’s a little long for a rapper name?”

I shrugged. “MIHM isn’t.”

Kit rolled her eyes and poked fun at me by miming the letter ‘L’ across her forehead. “How many raps you got?”

“Several.” I said, looking away. Across the street, there was a man sitting on a bench, and he was staring straight at me. I felt a chill.

“Beats too?”

“Yup.” The bus pulled to a stop in front of Kit and I. “Some are even on the radio.” I added.

“Well, I guess that’s not so lame then.” Kit didn’t know that the radio station was being run out of someone’s basement, and even then, only on Tuesdays, when the guy was off work. She got up and waved goodbye as the bus doors squeaked open. “See you later brother MIHM.”

“Toodles.” I shot her the peace sign and she laughed at my weird goodbye. “And I’m not your brother Kit, I just happen to like ya.”

“Whatever,” she said walking backwards towards the open doors. “You may as well be, you're the only one who looks out for me anymore.”

I shook my head ‘no’ and tapped my ear like I couldn’t hear her. The sad reality of what she’d said was true. I was the only one who looked out for her anymore. She was only twelve and she lived across the hall from my apartment with her crackhead mother. I basically just walked her to the bus stop every morning and made sure she got on okay; for that, she called me her brother.

As the bus pulled away, the dude from across the street was standing just on the other side of it. He warbled aimlessly in the middle of the road, staring at me. He was well dressed, for the most part, and wore a bluish gray bowler hat.

He took a few more steps towards me. The man moved slow, so I tried to wrap my head around how he’d gotten all the way from one side of the road to the other so quickly when the bus pulled up. Still, he stared at me.

Everyday For A Month: Day 9

Hi, 

You may not know me, but my name is Thierry Adler. I'm a Warlock and my author is Avrin Kelly. She thinks I'm pretend. 

*Chuckles*

Anyway, Avrin is one of those people that likes obsess over stupid shit---rather than doing what she should be doing, (preparing for the apocalypse), she's worried about writing a book. I can't entirely blame her, because that book is about me, and obviously my story needs to be told. But---- I suppose, if I could give her a few tips on writing about me and my world/life, they would be the following:

Everyday For A Month: Day 8

"We Belong Together"

It was convenient having this gift. She could keep an eye on Roger more easily now than ever before. It was nothing for her to dematerialize and slip between the cracks of a closed door, or slither down a gutter pipe and come out on the 'safe side' of Roger's fenced in backyard.

Everyday For A Month: Day 7

Wow! Day 7! I DID NOT THINK I WOULD GET THIS FAR!!!

I thought for sure I'd forget to post enough times in a row that the idea of blogging everyday for a month would be moot, but alas, here I am! 

Everyday For A Month: Day 6

About My Missed Day:

Welp, I forgot to do Day 5. That blogging streak lasted a long time...

*Eye roll*

Rather than dwell on the fact that I have the memory of an eggplant, I'll just say that Day 5 would have been pretty funny if I'd have written a post about it. I went to a wedding. Got snockered and live tweeted it instead... 😊

Day 6:

Today I woke up at 5am and had this really strong urge to write. I haven't felt that way in a long time, so I think this daily blogging thing is working. I wish I could say that work on my novel(s) wasn't slow going, but I'd be lying if I told you I was writing five words and only deleting two of them per paragraph in "Trigram". 

It's more like a 5:6 | write:delete ratio right now. 

Everyday For A Month: Day 4

I'm still pretty happy that I'm going strong. Well, not as strong as I was going yesterday, but still. I'm here, that's gotta count for something right?! = )

I don't have much to share today, other than I've been thinking of a way to find other horror writers like myself. 

Does a #forum for #horror #writers sound interesting to you?

Do you feel like as a writer of horror, you can't find other like-minded people to bounce ideas off of?

Lemme know your thoughts! (If you have time! 🤗)
💗💀

— Avrin Kelly (@AvrinKelly) July 6, 2018

Everyday For A Month: Day 3

Whew! 

You guys, it's been a DAY, that's for sure! I did a lot of stuff that I'm super excited to talk about!!!
So, let's review.

I've set my mind to blog everyday for one month (30 days), whether I have something to say or not. Know what it's teaching me? To write what I want and not worry about whether people will read it or not. Or even if they will like it. I hope they do, but I definitely can't dwell on it if they don't (wink).

I know that sounds harsh (and it kind of is). But it's also freeing. A few surprises along the way were/ are:

1. I'm not as boring as I thought I was.

2. A lot of crap I read totes blows my mind on a regular basis. 

3. I'm having a lot of fun!

4. I'm beginning to look forward to writing again... 

*Gasp!*

Everyday For A Month: Day 2

Well, well, well... Look who made it to day 2!

My very own library card. A big deal for me,
because I haven't had one since I was a kid.

I'm feeling a bit better today. Not only did I FINALLY get a library card out here in Texas (yesterday), my local librarian, Angie, is awesome, bubbly and sweet. They even have a self checkout spot where you can rent out books when all of the people working behind the counter are busy. 

This is a crappy photo, but you get the point...

Technology meets paperbacks--♡ it's a beautiful thing. For my books, I selected "A Perfect Blood" by Kim Harrison and "Black Widow" by Jennifer Estep. I'm looking forward to reading both of them (even though things have been crazy lately and I really don't have the time). They are part of a series, and I think I'll be reading them in the wrong order, but we'll see how it goes...

Everyday For A Month: Day 1

Journaling: some people say it's cathartic. 

I'm inclined to agree, but I've never been able to journal without being self conscious. Am I doing it right? Why is this so embarrassing? Who the hell would want to read this? ( I don't even want to read this...) But, I digress.

I suppose the first step, when it comes to journaling, would be to think about what it is I want out of it. For me, journaling goals would be about my writing, working through plotting problems, highlighting the methods that work for me and shitcanning those that don't. What has helped me with my writing? What hasn't?

When I thought about trying journaling-- about doing one entry everyday for a month, my mind kind of went blank. Then, after I got my barings, my first thought was, "would it be cheating if I wrote them in advance?"

(Yes, yes it would. Duh.)