I have been struggling with finding time to write my first novel since I first developed the main character in the spring of this year. Between, work, school, and getting this blog off the ground, I am no where near as far along in the process as I hoped to be at this point. However, a catalyst is approaching quickly. November is National Novel Writing Month , where the goal is to write a 50,000 word novel in 30 days.
"Valuing enthusiasm and perseverance over painstaking craft, NaNoWriMo is a novel-writing program for everyone who has thought fleetingly about writing a novel but has been scared away by the time and effort involved.
Because of the limited writing window, the ONLY thing that matters in NaNoWriMo is output. It's all about quantity, not quality. The kamikaze approach forces you to lower your expectations, take risks, and write on the fly."
I decided that this year I am going to participate in NanoWriMo. I Will be taking a break from tweeting to make sure that I am putting my best effort into my novel. I am hoping that fellow writers will join my in the task so that we can all chip away at our dreams, one keystroke at a time. While my novel will undoubtedly be longer than the 50,000 words once I do the rewrite, getting my story out of my system in such a short time with undoubtedly be an extremely cathartic experience as I take a huge step toward achieving my major life goal.
I am going to spend the time between now and November 1st preparing for this journey. This woman I carry in my spirit, I feel her story is too good of one to not be properly plotted and researched. I also feel that this will keep my need to pick apart my own work as I just get the story out in those 30 days.
The main thing I've learned in preparing for NanoWriMo is to set a word count and hit it everyday, whether or not you like the words or not. You can go back and edit after the 30 days and perfect the manuscript then. If you aim to write 7 days a week, then you daily word count would be 1,667. If you only want to write 5 days a week then your word count would be 2,500.
We can do it, if we all band together as a community of determined writers, we can all help see one another through this difficult but rewarding task.
I've posted some links below That give good tips for successfully completely and preparing for NaNoWriMo
I will be reading lots of Alice Walker, Jessica Holter, Kola Boof, Toni Morrison, and Eric Jerome Dickey to feel inspired. I will also be doing a lot of research to ensure that I feel knowledgeable enough to let my fingers do the walk for 30 days straight. Feel free to share for favorite authors, music to write to, and websites with tips for writers as we prepare for NaNoWriMo. Good luck!
Janet Jackson is perhaps the greatest natural seducer of all time. Before you interject, learn your seduction types and continue reading. The natural seducer is an individual that radiates a child like innocence about them while they are still teeming with sensuality. The world would have you to believe Marilyn Monroe was the queen of this persuasion of seduction, but I would like to take this time to put in a bid for Ms Jackson. She is innately sexual at her core. However, even with her being in her 40s , she has a light in her eyes that makes you want to cuddle her and tell her everything will be okay. It's in her shy demeanor and soft voice. You want to protect her from all the evils of the world and fuck her brains out at the same time. Who else can flash a pierced tit to the entire nation and still manage years later to appear seemingly innocent. Think about it.
I was in love with Velvet Rope Janet. With her wild hair and a sensuality that seemed to seep from her pores. When I was in the eight grade I was in the choir my current crush had the same class as me. So our teacher decided to let us have a free day to perform what ever song tickled our fancy. Me, being a bold woman aware of her feminine wiles at even a young age, chose to perform "I Get Lonely" . I studied the video and when my moment came I was ready. I sang along with the song and under my white button up shirt I had a gray and purple tank top and at the pivotal moment I popped it open to reveal my black and grey spaghetti strap shirt underneath. Oh yeah, I was a rebel, even then. My poor teacher turned red as the apple I had given her at the beginning of the class to remind her why I was her favorite before I tested her boundaries. You see, young Bliss has been a master manipulation of women since I was able to talk.
Let's journey back to 1997 with The Song of Day. "I Get So Lonely," - Janet Jackson.
Shout out to the Dash Mane for putting me up on this earlier in the week. I've been listening to it everyday at least ten times a day ever since. 3 Stacks has a way with word manipulation that few can touch, you can quote me on that. I look forward to his solo album, he is mos def in my top five. This song makes me want to seduce a pyt, cook her breakfast in the morning, the wash her hair and grease her scalp for her, but the feeling only lasts for the 2:05 minutes the track is on ;D
Nothings more attractive than a heavy praying woman to a him and those and them been defecating on me (ughh) her would sense the heaven, and him when Andre omen baby I’m hell save it on bail crazy I tell you all of this in the middle of a club where words tend to get thrown around lightly like love and friends and rockstars and so and so’s a genius so him bow to never utter him do unless he mean it her proud like her mother and ooohh momma’s sweet so you just know that juicy fruit dont fall too far from the tree so if we ever whoop the whoop i want all that bleep to bleep on this nasty carpet bigsby-fresh on one knee say I do I do I do I do I do so we can float up outta here in this hot air balloon lets put a baby butterfly up in your lil cocoon and maybe 2030 our baby, she’ll be nerdy make the whole club swoon
And she'll love books, and cook, and look Just Like you.... And when she's done being young... She'll Dress like you.... We'll call her Love 22 She'll tote a 22....
Nikki Davinci played the Persia White cover of strange fruit for me today. She then played the Nina Simone version. She then played the Billie Holiday version. My heart shifted to a dark place. The lyrics are below.
In my mind I can call you by only your first name with the same sense of urgency that I would grab you with if you were in my presence. Strange that I'm writing this letter to you today being that I just did a post that included some of my favorite pictures of you yesterday . I could take the time to compose a sonnet for you, but you and I both know that you'd appreciate the directness in my approach, a welcome breath of fresh air from the unoriginal men you that throw themselves at you everyday. You make my breath catch anytime that I see you grace the silver screen, and I can't shake the feeling that you have dabbled on the lady side of love and time or two in your life. What can I say, you have that freaky bone structure, love.
How appropriate is it that my favorite song ever is tinged with your voice and laughter? I'm playing it right now as I pen this for you.
When you did that ax kick at the end of Grindhouse and caved dudes face in my heart jumped, and each time I watch you do your sexy striptease in Rent I fall for you again. When i saw Percy Jackson, I realized that I would have stayed in Hades with you too.
While you are a seemingly unattainable crush, I just thought I'd take the time out to let you know that you that I am indeed not afraid of the love below.
"It's yours, I'm yours, for sure... play baby play......"
Rosario has been on my radar since she first played Jesus Shuttlesworth's conniving girlfriend, Lala Bonilla, in He Got Game. She exudes sensuality and I love her features, especially the structure of her mouth. She status in my heart was cemented with her ass kicking role in Grindhouse, despite those horrid bangs, but that's neither here nor there. This is a visual confections post, so let me stop yapping and present the eye candy.
Love brings to light a lover's noble and hidden qualities, his rare and exceptional traits; it is thus liable to be deceptive as to his normal character - Friedrich Nietzsche
"You've changed." We have all heard that one before.
"You are not who I thought you were." Raise your hand if you've heard that one too. Oh its just me? Fine then, moving on.
I often find myself in the throes of lust, at battle with my hedonistic nature, my alters, and my ever changing ego. I love to be in love, I love seduction, I am also a sucker for the seemingly unattainable. Which, depending on the day you ask me, could vary.
When I'm the midst of falling, the euphoria can often be overwhelming. I find myself drowning in the object of my desire, and I fine tune my seductive qualities and traits to suit my mate at the time. We all do, whether it is a conscience effort or not.
The longer we engage in trysts with a particular individual, we begin to experience the inevitable symbiosis that comes with the continual horizontal (or vertical if that's how you like it, get down with your bad self) bodily entanglements. Our genitals and our hearts become harder to separate. The rose colored glasses are hastily removed, and we each for who really are...
Human . Flawed.
The same traits that attract can eventually repel, and how often do we see an unfavorable trait in someone and proceed anyway, hoping we are that special one that can change them.
Change comes from within. Someone else may be the catalyst for it, but in the end the actual transformation is internal.
"Dear lust, I am love. The beginning of me will be the end of you" - Nikki Davinci
"I am a woman. Every artist is a woman and should have a taste for other women. Artists who are homosexual cannot be true artists because they like men, and since they themselves are women they are reverting to normality."
Many men express disdain for the sexually ambiguous man. Be it his jeans to tight, his hair too long, his testosterone not raging enough. While the alpha male does have his appeal, many women fall for the sexually ambiguous man, being that at our core, every woman is a narcissist , and loves to indulge of a reflection of her own skills from to time. Hence the appeal of lesbian lovers to some seemingly straight women.
I meant to post this about two months ago and never did, smdh at myself. I found the pics from my at at home masterpiece in my phone and decided better late than never.
So I tried Sephora's at home alternative to minx nails. They are reasonably priced at $15 a pop, and last for one to two days. This is a considerable savings on the in salon minx which, depending on your design of choice or location can run up to $80 , or for women that don't have salons that offer minx as an option in their city.
It's pretty simple to use. Match the applique to your nail size, cut to to fit, smooth out any bubbles, and file for smoothness. ( tip: cut it just below the tip of your nail to prevent the applique from lifting).
I received lots of compliments when I wore mine. Now I only wore them once and they only lasted for two days, so I would recommend them for a night on the town over everyday usage as the applique can peel off.
Final say : Worth the money for a temporary fun look!
And it was here that I found myself at the most puzzling of crossroads; do I walk away completely and try to piece back together what was left of my heart, or do I continue forward in this dynamic that leaves me both confused and sometimes drained? You see, LB was more than just my lover, LB is my best friend in the world, the only individual to become familiar with all sides of me, even the deep, dark, ugly side I try to keep shielded from the world at large. And through it all, the love was unwavering. Now I can openly (with a small bit is shame) that I am not the easier woman to date. While I am a protector by nature, I also can appear to be uncaring as I am not an overly emotional woman. Well, to add to the previous sentiment, I can get emotional but after years of emotional and physical abuse at the hands at the first woman I truly loved (another day, another story), I built a huge emotional fortress around myself , complete with a moat and shooters in the towers armed with flaming bows and arrows. Oh yeah, its not a game. The human heart is a slippery slope that has to be handled with both abandon and care. A seemingly impossible task, no?
"Fearless enough to love, cautious enough to not submerge yourself in it and lose touch with the world." - Bliss
We all are familiar with that friend that falls in love and promptly falls of the face of the earth for six months and then reappear as if nothing changed. Imagine almost four years into a love having those moments in which you can lock yourselves up on one another and get lost in each other. To maintain this sort of Passion is bliss, but intensity can be a double edged sword. When things are bad its horrid when you have have two individuals that bleed their emotions through ink, have a penchant for blissful pain, it can get complicated.
When our relationship dissolved,.less than three months ago, with the move so close, it forced me to reevaluate everything around me. I think the worst thing I could have done would have been to relocate across the country in an emotionally unstable state and risk losing everything that I've worked so hard for. My autonomy is something I hold dearly and I failure is not something I approach lightly. I'm young enough to take calculated risks and old enough to know when to pump the breaks.
Before, I digress any further, back to the point at hand. I recently went to see "Inception" with LB , and what struck me the most in the film was his love with Mal.
"Do you know what its like to be a lover? To be half of a whole?" - Mal
After the film ended, I spoke with LB on it. The feeling was the same. LB went on to add that it was amazing that in their dream world they built together, there were no projections of anyone else, just buildings, memories, and a world that was theirs and theirs alone to grow in. Oh, only to imagine a love so strong that it outweighed even their paternal instincts.
And with each passing day the dynamic continues to grow and change and what the future holds for us is uncertain, but my love is not. If I had not learned anything in relationships over the years I have learned that Love is not defined by titles or a sense of ownership.