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It’s Wednesday – Wicked.

Some would say Hump Day.

I’m so tired of that phrase.

For the past month, I have been struggling with my wip to the extent that I was threatening to bury it out back. Good thing the ground is still frozen.

So after visiting a bunch of fellow ROWers today I was able to inspire myself to write 400 words on that crappy file.

This is a feat. First off, my Mom decides that it is time to chat. She always knows when I’m getting ready to write or am writing. I swear she watches for me to reach for the keyboard and takes this as a signal to strike up that conversation that never happens any other time. It’s just one of the dangers of working in the living room during the week.

I could go off to my office, but if I do that then she gets all pouty cause there is no one else who will sit with her while she watches TV. She’s going on 74 this year, and I don’t know how many years she has left to share with me, so I try and make the best of it, even when I’m trying to write.

Shhh – please let me finish this post – There we go again.

Well after attacking the file tonight I figured I would come up with a check in post. I like adding pictures to my posts many times, and I was trying to think of what it would be for today when it dawned on me, I don’t know what Treea looks like. She is my main character so I had to go and find a suitable model of her and here it is.

It might even help me by knowing what she looks like. I already know what her counterpart looks like. He’s my cover art.

Do you know what your characters look like?

Have you searched for a model of them?

I’d love to hear about your latest work in progress. Tell me a little bit about your main character, your welcome to share in the comments below.

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Okay, I’ll admit it. Writer’s Block has set in, or so it seems to have happened to The Dubious Heir. I’m gonna dig a hole in the ground and bury it, that’s what I’m going to do.

When one talks about making plots, isn’t that what they mean?

Graveyard plots for manuscripts you can’t make heads or tails of?

I’m sure I can bury it like a dog buries a bone and maybe go back and dig it up sometime way – way in the future. Probably light years from now.

Archeologist hits a tin box with a shovel. “Hey Max, I think I found something. It is a box with a wad of paper inside with these strange symbols inscribed on it.”

“Wow, those symbols haven’t been used in over a thousand years. Maybe we can translate these papers back at the lab, what do you think? Could it is a lost history file.”

Just in case, I should hide this manuscript better than that. Don’t want some alien come along and think our world is world different than it is.

Pirates, and Gigolos, bah, who needs them. At least I wasn’t writing about vampires and zombies.

Once again I dig a hole – a plot. I used the last plot to bury the manuscript.

So while at work today all I could think about was my Orgarlan Saga. “How the heck am I to plot this story out?” I feel like I have to many characters to keep track of. Maybe I should kill some of them off like was done in the Hunger Games.

I hate killing off characters. I would majorly suck at writing horror, I’m sure of it.

But then again who would have thought that I would be able to write a teen romance and have it come out kind of good?

I can report that I did write two lines for the next book in the Orgarlan Saga. They may not be the lines that I keep in the end, but I did write them down. I made the file – Opened it – it has two hundred words in it. Does my plotting count as word count? I hope – tee he –

The plan is to open this file every night and attempt to write one word, maybe two until this writer’s block breaks. They say it is the only thing one can do to get the muse functioning once again.

How’s your work in progress going?

Dig any plots lately?

Bury any manuscripts where no one will ever find them?

Come tell me about them – I’d love to hear how you went about hiding them.