Tweet Tales Tuesday Week 30

15 Minute Tweet TalesA few more new people joined in on the 15 Minute Tweet Tales fun this past week, so there have been even more great stories to read. Search on the #15tt hashtag to see the variety of stories being created from the same word prompt – I’m always so impressed!  And now here are my tales for the week:

8/1 - Watching the medal ceremonies, the joyful countenance of the US women gymnasts and Phelp's quivering lip made me a bit weepy. #truestory

8/2 - The renowned thief took a hiatus to enjoy his spoils. Missing the adrenaline, he shoplifted a pack of gum: caught and jailed for good.
8/3 - He took out his dentures to chase his grandkids with an edentulous smile. Their squeals were the perfect mixture of laughter and fear.
8/4 - Gladys hated how old age had twisted her from utile to useless. The stash of pills in the drawer called to her. It was almost time.
8/5 - With a pristine planet discovered two galaxies over, the wasteland of Earth became the purlieu of those too poor to afford the jump.
8/6 - She became abject when she walked into an empty house. She desperately wanted a surprise party & 83 years seemed a long time to wait.
8/7 - Vi had a large ass thanks to the largesse of coworkers who loved to bake. Thinking it rude to refuse, she bought bigger pants instead.
Play along and write tweet tales for the above words.  If you’re willing to share, post them on twitter with the hashtag #15tt or add them below in the comments because I’d love to read them.  Any thoughts about this week's tweet tales?

Tweet Tales Tuesday Week 29

15 Minute Tweet TalesI’m not exactly sure what happened to trigger it, but last week a bunch of new people started playing 15 Minute Tweet Tales over on Twitter using the hashtag #15tt.  Welcome to all the new players!  It’s been fun having the chance to see so many different takes on the word-a-day prompt.  We even have a few people writing micro-poetry, which is very impressive.  And if you’re on Twitter and not playing yet, what are you waiting for?  Jump in and tweet us a tale! And make sure to check out the #15tt hashtag each day for other tales because I only feel comfortable posting my own in the weekly roundup.  Speaking of… here they are:

7/25 - At her first singles’ night, Barb wonders if she was festinate in dumping Tim – extreme flatulence doesn’t seem so bad in comparison.
7/26 - Viv remembered when her mom’s hugs eased all bumps & scrapes, but she wished for a true nepenthe as she stood at her husband’s grave.
7/27 - She was adroit at manipulating people, and her morals were dark enough to exploit the skill, yet light enough to feel bad about it.
7/28 - They had a magical 1st date. Then he sent the text 'Thanx for a grate nite.' Orthography ran in Nan Webster's blood, so she dumped him.
7/29 - The rich scofflaw's lawyers always freed him, so the cop mislabeled him as a pedophile & tossed him in gen pop to teach him a lesson. 
7/30 - BIGFOOT SIGHTING FOOTLESS AS FOOTPRINT PROVEN FAKE! The Sasquatch smiled at the newspaper, satisfied his ruse had made it safe again.
7/31 - When preschool reported her son was a paladin revolting nap time, she felt he'd grow up to be President or a criminal. Turns out both.
Play along and write tweet tales for the above words.  If you’re willing to share, post them on twitter with the hashtag #15tt or add them below in the comments because I’d love to read them.  Any thoughts about this week's tweet tales?

Tweet Tales Tuesday Week 28 + #writemotivation

15 Minute Tweet TalesNow that I’ve fully recovered from The Crud, I was finally able to make some real progress this week.  I even had an INSANE night Saturday because I got on a roll and decided not to sleep and just rewrote for fifteen straight hours.  I took snack and stretch breaks, but it was pretty crazy intense.  I didn’t make up for the time I lost being sick, but I’m really happy with the quality of what I’ve done, even if the quantity is not where I’d planned.  Here’s hoping all the #writemotivation folks are super productive this last week of July!

As for the 15 Minute Tweet Tales, I thought I’d try something new this week.  In the comments for previous #15tt posts, a few people have mentioned looking up the words, and since I don’t want it to be a hassle for people to understand the tweet tales, I’m going to link the words to their definitions.  Let me know if you prefer having the definitions just a click away.  
7/18 - Her adamant belief in signs saved her from making decisions: that fatidic fascination even made her think her dog's farts had meaning.
7/19 - A traffic jam, a flat tire, pulled over for speeding: yet the bride maintained the Panglossian belief she'd make it to her wedding.
7/20 - Lea used bacon as a cumshaw to get the dog on the couch with his head on her knee. Those brief moments made her feel someone loved her.
7/21 - He cheats on her. She cheats on him. They break up and then reconcile. A cycle of lust and distrust that oddly makes them both happy.
7/22 – They believed the brave new world of genetic manipulation would cure society’s ills, but it put them on the fast-track to extinction.
7/23 - Behind in the polls, he impugns the trait giving his opponent the edge: he claims she stuffs her bra. He will be 6th grade president!
7/24 - The detective was revered for his legerity, but this suspect was so hot, the blood rushed from his brain and he missed a crucial clue.
Play along and write tweet tales for the above words.  If you’re willing to share, post them on twitter with the hashtag #15tt or add them below in the comments because I’d love to read them.  Any thoughts about this week's tweet tales?

Tweet Tales Tuesday Week 27 + #writemotivation

15 Minute Tweet TalesAs far as my #writemotivation goals for this week: second verse, same as the first.  Summer colds really do suck.  Between the Nyquil comas and the wad of Kleenex constantly clutched in my hands, the rewriting progress this week has been pretty dismal.  But I feel almost normal now, so I’m ready to use the last two weeks of July to make up the ground I lost.

Now for the 15 Minute Tweet Tales for the week:

7/11 - No one was surprised when the town quidnunc was found in a shallow grave, but they worried about who now had her laptop with all their secrets.
7/12 - Too ashamed to admit to her best friend's face that she'd slept with her husband, she dropped hints to adumbrate he was a lying cheat.
7/13 - The spume on the brownie batter made her worry she'd added 2 much ex-lax, but the jerk stealing her lunch needed 2 be taught a lesson.
7/14 - Her husband cheats on her. Again. She cries on his brother's shoulder. Consolation unexpectedly turns into an Elysian night. Upgrade.
7/15 - The cat was livid when I gave him a bath. After 2 weeks of hair balls on my pillow, I washed him again to show I wasn't intimidated.
7/16 - She wore risible clothes not because she lacked fashion sense but because making people laugh helped fill the huge hole in her heart.
7/17 – Kim couldn’t believe people called those motley blotches of paint ART; but wanting to impress her date, she agreed it was brilliant.
Play along and write tweet tales for the above words.  If you’re willing to share, post them on twitter with the hashtag #15tt or add them below in the comments because I’d love to read them.  Any thoughts about this week's tweet tales?

Tweet Tales Tuesday Week 26 + #writemotivation

15 Minute Tweet TalesJust a quick #writemotivation update for the week before my roundup of tweet tales.  I got off to a slow start because of Fourth of July celebrations drawn out over several days due to its awkward placement in the middle of the week. And then over the weekend I seemed to have acquired The Crud.  At least I feel like crud.  Lots of coughing and staring glassily into space breathing through my mouth.  And whining.  Lots and lots of whining.  I did manage to rewrite eleven pages, which is well short of my three pages per day goal, but I’m thinking I’ll attack this NaNo style and make up for the shortfalls at the end of the month.  Hope everyone else is making excellent progress on their goals!

And now for the 15 Minute Tweet Tales for the week:
7/4 - He felt streaking through town was a symbolic way to celebrate independence, but apparently public nudity was not an inalienable right.
7/5 - All the girls crushed on Ty's puckish personality; then the vampire craze swept school, and he was ignored in favor of brooding boys.
7/6 - A lifelong cineast, she finally filmed her own, but hid it due to fear. When she died, her son released it & was proclaimed a genius.
7/7 - To secure his grandma's hereditament, he visited every Sunday, yet his cousin snatched it by visiting 1x a month & bringing chocolate.
7/8 – The proper position of the toilet seat had become such a nasty Dunkirk that he started using the guest bathroom to save the marriage.
7/9 – Incisive men turned her on; meanwhile, her husband was trying to decide if the hotel receipt he’d found meant she was cheating on him.
7/10 – Filial loyalty kept her from reporting her father’s midnight digging, but when her best friend disappeared, she had to take action.
Play along and write tweet tales for the above words.  If you’re willing to share, post them on twitter with the hashtag #15tt or add them below in the comments because I’d love to read them.  Any thoughts about this week's tweet tales?

Tweet Tales Tuesday Week 25

15 Minute Tweet TalesAfter noticing July has somehow snuck up on me, I realized that means I have now written a 15 Minute Tweet Tale every day for half a year. In those first few days of this self-challenge, I didn’t think I’d actually make it this far despite my good intentions, so I’m pretty proud of myself for sticking with it.  Although I have to credit my fellow #15tt participants for keeping me on track because knowing they are also out there writing tales keeps me motivated to not skip a day even when I don’t feel like writing one.  So thank you to Steve Lakey, Alex Tomlin, Christina Holz, Evangeline Warren, and Ms. Arundel for playing along and providing such entertaining tweets tales!

And now here are my tweet tales for this past week:
6/27 - Each year on the day he died saving her son, she sent his family $. She didn't have much, but it was a devoir to help them stay afloat.

6/28 - The lines on the road became undulant snakes intent on eating him, so he pulled over to nap. The mutant reptiles enjoyed the easy meal.

6/29 - After Tim's bike stunt, his mom's relieved his body is sound even tho his thinking was not. She takes his camera & access to YouTube.

6/30 - Her voluble nature attracts lots of guys. Like her increased speed & strength, it's an ability brought about by the turn to trap prey.

7/1 - Her dating profile said she wanted an Apollonian man. She didn't mention she herself was more Medusa than Daphne in looks & character.

7/2 - He jinked across the gym, avoiding the sting of the red dodgeball; each miss upped his punishment when they cornered him after school.

7/3 - She listened with trepidation as he promised it wouldn't hurt. He lied. She even bled. But one lollipop later, she forgave the shot. 

Play along and write tweet tales for the above words.  If you’re willing to share, post them on twitter with the hashtag #15tt or add them below in the comments because I’d love to read them.  Any thoughts about this week's tweet tales?

July's #writemotivation

#writemotivationUh, could someone please tell me where the heck June went?  I couldn’t believe it when I saw it was time for another one of K.T. Hanna’s #writemotivation goal check-in months – since they only happen every other month that means it’s now JULY.  Seriously?!?  I never even got around to posting my wrap up for May’s goals!  Although I guess that’s probably because I was a little embarrassed. 

My goal in May was to make serious progress on rewriting my WIP.  And I really did… as long as it counts as serious progress even if I didn’t rewrite a single word.  I spent May doing in-depth thinking about my five main characters, figuring out a new approach for the tone, and working out plot issues that were tripping me up.  I feel like I finally have a deep understanding of my characters and story, but by the time that last minute of May rolled around, I still had not cracked open my manuscript.

Fortunately, all that prep work went to good use in June, and I actually, finally, I know it's hard to believe, started rewriting.  Progress has been slow as I’ve settled into a new voice for my protagonist, and after I finished chapter one I had a crisis of confidence and had to be talked off a ledge by some truly awesome critique partners, but I’m now getting into a rhythm.  I was the speedy hare when I wrote the rough draft several years ago during NaNo, but for the rewrites I’ve turned into the slow tortoise, possibly the slowest tortoise on the planet.  However, progress of any kind puts me in a much better place than I’ve been in years.  

I have scenes that need to be added, other places that need to be completely rewritten, and some places that just need a bit of tweaking, so my pace will vary throughout the month, but I don’t want to settle for the vague goal of “progress” this time.  Therefore, I’m keeping my goal for July tangible yet realistic: edit, rewrite, or add three pages a day on my WIP.  I’ll push to do more, but I won’t feel bad if I don’t.

Best of luck to all of us this month as we work towards our goals!

Are you participating in #writemotivation this month?  Are your goals aggressive or comfortable?  Are they concrete or more general?
Photo credit to Hugh Lee and licensed under CC BY-SA 2.0.

Tweet Tales Tuesday Week 24

15 Minute Tweet TalesThank you to everyone who helped test the spam software yesterday.  It asked a few more valid commenters to enter a CAPTCHA than I would have liked, but it’s doing such a great job filtering out the real spam that I’m going to keep it installed for a while and see how it goes.

And now for this week’s 15 Minute Tweet Tales:
6/20 - The residents’ endemic pale green eyes can be traced back to an early settler who knew how to charm the ladies. Even the married ones.
6/21 - She pretended to like her gifts, but an unconscious moue revealed her true feelings. Who had told everyone she loved cow figurines?
6/22 - Her sexy brand of chicanery gained her access to exclusive clubs where she worked her wiles on many rich victi— uh, boyfriends.
6/23 - She stayed quiet as he visited various quacks. Many of the nostrums caused more pain than the cancer, but she hated to dash his hopes.
6/24 - The judge gave him a bright-line list of tasks 2 complete for probation. He thought she was joking, He didn't laugh much back in jail.
6/25 - She flinched when her husband walked in the room, then relaxed realizing he was a phantasm. She'd buried the jerk out back 2 days ago.
6/26 - Honored to be chosen as rapporteur for his group, Tom still remembered the guy who gathered info tended to end up in jail. Or dead.
I’ve always liked the word ‘moue,’ but it’s tough to use in casual conversation without people thinking you sound like a French cow.  And I always forget about the fantastic word ‘phantasm’ – that’s definitely one that needs to be brought back to the forefront.  
Play along and write tweet tales for the above words.  If you’re willing to share, post them on twitter with the hashtag #15tt or add them below in the comments because I’d love to read them.  Any thoughts about this week's tweet tales?

Only a Test

Emergency Broadcast SystemThis is a test. This website is conducting a test of the Emergency Spam-fighting System. This is only a test. Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.

In the last few weeks, the spammers have hit my site with a vengeance. My blog is self hosted, so I don't have the might of Blogger or Wordpress to swat away those annoying flies and have been getting around 500 spam comments a day. Since I don't have a penis to enlarge or need a payday loan, it's super frustrating and time consuming to delete all of them. I really don't want to add CAPTCHA because everyone thinks they are so annoying, but I have to do something.

I consulted my good friend Google and found this service called Mollum, which I've added to my site. If it does everything it promises, it will be so awesome. When a comment is submitted, it is immediately analyzed: if it's definitely identified as valid, then it is automatically posted; if it's definitely identified as spam, it is automatically deleted (or sent to a moderation queue like I'm having it do while I evaluate its accuracy); but if the system is unsure whether it's spam or not, then it displays a CAPTCHA for the user to identify.

I've had it installed for two days so far, and it's doing an excellent job isolating out the spam comments. But now I want to make sure I won't get false positives or even false unsures because that would mean my awesome commenters are getting hit with annoying CAPTCHAs. So if you've made it this far, I would really appreciate your help with testing this.

1. Write a comment like you normally would. Either pretend I just said something truly witty and inspiring or something really idiotic you disagree with.

2. Press the Save button for the comment and notice whether it posts automatically or if it asks you to identify a CAPTCHA.

3. Reply to your own comment and tell me whether it automatically posted or if it displayed a CAPTCHA.

Thank you so much for helping me! I really hope this works as promised.

This concludes this test of the Emergency Spam-fighting System. And now back to your regularly scheduled program....

My So-Called Teenage Life Blog Hop

My So-Called Teenage Life Blog Hop.In my wanderings around the interwebs, I stumbled across a blog hop happening this marvelous first day of summer called the My So-Called Teenage Life Blog Hop.  It’s being hosted by Christa Desir and Amy Sonnichsen and we’re supposed to “Dust off those old sappy journals or high school notebooks filled with bad poetry” and pick something to share.

It sounded like so much fun I decided to participate.  Just one problem – I didn’t keep a journal in high school.  I know that probably puts me in the minority of writers in general, but especially YA writers.  I think I spent so much of my time reading books and living fictional adventures that it never occurred to me to think deep thoughts about my own super boring life.

I did write a few poems, although none of those angsty, yearning, romantic sonnets or deep, philosophical, navel-gazing poems from me.  Instead, my masterpiece was a spoof of Lewis Carroll’s Jabberwocky.  We had to memorize Jabberwocky one year, and it’s now the only poem I can still recite in full, which is strange considering all the bizarre words.  Anyway, at some point I rewrote Jabberwocky as Jabberflu-y.  I remember being mighty pleased with myself when I wrote it, and it still makes me smile when I think about it because it was so fun and silly.  I'm not sure it really fits the blog hop theme since it doesn't have Angela Chase-type teen angst, but it is a peak into how my weirdo adolescent mind worked.  
Unfortunately, I looked in all the likely hiding places, but I couldn’t find it.  I hope it’s in storage because the world should not be deprived of the awesomeness that was Jabberflu-y.  But in another instance of my brain retaining the most random stuff, I do remember parts of it.  So since I signed up to share my teen writing, I’ll post the parts I can recall.  And I’m certain the sections I’ve forgotten were the truly hysterical parts that practically sang with their mastery of language. 
‘Twas feverish and the snotty nose
Did run and dribble down the face
Beware the Jabberflu, my son!
The body that aches, the eyes that itch!
A-choo! A-choo! Bless you, bless you!
The clogged up lungs went hacka-hack!
He felt dead with his stuffed head
And collapsed upon his back.
“And hast thou caught the Jabberflu?
Come to my arms, my poor sick boy!
Drink your OJ, you’ll get better I pray!”
And that’s all my creaky ol’ brain can muster up - although I’m kind of impressed since it’s more than twenty years later.  I actually wouldn’t be that upset if my brain decided to relinquish that particular hard drive space to, oh I don’t know, remembering where I put my keys.
Did you keep a journal or write poetry when you were a teen?  If so, what do you think when you read it now?  If not, do you wish you had kept one?