Camp NaNoWriMo Weekly Update #2

Week two of Camp NaNoWriMo has just ended. For those who don’t know what it is, Camp NaNoWriMo is basically a smaller version of NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month), in which you can set your own goal. For NaNoWriMo your goal is 50k, but for Camp NaNoWriMo I set my goal to 15k. This is not a lot but I’ll be going on a vacation in the middle of July and won’t be able to write from then on.

I am currently in a small writing slump, I’m at a chapter and I don’t really know how to finish it. I’m sure I’ll figure it out once I get myself to actually write some more. Yesterday I wrote only 60 words and that’s a big disappointment for me. I can do better! I’m going to try to write at least 1000 words today but I’m pretty sure that won’t reach it. It’s already late afternoon, and I haven’t written more than 150 words… I’ll try though!

I found that I am really good at randomly improvising and adding in characters or storylines on a whim. Sometimes it just clicks and I write a thousand words about stuff that isn’t even in my outline. I created a character that I think will have quite an important role later in the story. I’ve also gotten to know my characters better, especially Noa. I really like how all the characters come alive on the paper.

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Camp NaNoWriMo: weekly update #1

I’m cheating and writing this way ahead of time. When you’re reading this, I’ll be at a festival and not writing (haha nope I forgot to schedule it so it’s Monday now and I need to go to uni). As I’m writing this it’s Wednesday, and Camp NaNoWriMo hasn’t even started yet.

For those who don’t know what it is, Camp NaNoWriMo is basically a smaller version of NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month), in which you can set your own goal. For NaNoWriMo your goal is 50k, but for Camp NaNoWriMo I set my goal to 15k. This is not a lot but I’ll be going on a vacation in the middle of July and won’t be able to write from then on. I also have an exam this week, and well, today I’m at a festival so I won’t be writing much either.

My novel idea is an adapted version of the one I wrote about a few weeks ago. It’s called Our Shattered Minds (I think you heard about it by now, I’ve talked about it so so much haha). It’s about four outcasts: an assassin who loves playing with other’s hearts (Emery), a blacksmith who just wants to be left alone (Felton), a nanny with anger issues (Noa) (I hate the word nanny almost as much as Noa does xD) and a wanderer running from his past (Brim). They live in a world with magic, but it’s rare and special. They all hide their powers, which are blood, fire/smoke, seeing the future, and electricity respectively. People with magic have been disappearing and an underground rebellion arises, and all four of them get caught up in different ways. This is where their stories come together.

I finished my outline, which I’m super proud of because last time I made a super shitty one. This one is much better and I actually followed some guidelines and tips. It’s basically: we’re all okay – wth is going on?? – okay we can fix this – we’re screwed – maybe we can? – rising action – epicness – omg point – the end 😀

Doesn’t that sounds good?? But in all seriousness, I divided my book into 11 parts, which I then divided into 4 chapters which are written from the four different perspectives. I’m not sure how that will work in the second half of my book because then the characters are often together but I’ll see what happens.

So with 44 chapters, which I think will be about 2k each, I’ll hopefully end up with an 88k manuscript. Which kind of scares me a lot because 88k is so much *help*

I’m kind of writing this with the idea in mind that there might be a sequel? One day? I’m seeing a future of more epicness with my characters.

This part of the post I wrote on Monday.


Beginning: 5,096
Day 1: 1,263 (total: 6,393) (something is wrong in this calculation but I don’t feel like checking it haha)
Day 2: – (total: 6.393)


I worked on the third chapter, which is about Felton. Today I’m going to try to write the fourth about Noa today.

It was silent in the room again and normally he would love the silence, but this silence was loaded and heavy, like an anchor pulling down his mood.


He was good at judging people, at seeing through the smile they plastered on their face, and this girl definitely had her secrets.


In these moments, all he wanted was to just leave. Leave this city, leave his job, the people. But he knew that if he left, he would truly not have anything left.

How is NaNoWriMo going for you guys? Have you written some things you’re proud of already? What are you most excited about in your WIP?

Writing: A Poem, A Snippet and Some Writing Ideas

I normally post on Sundays and I was planning to do so yesterday as well, but life got in the way (and also this thing I did on twitter). Oops. Anyway, I’m going to make it up to you by posting today! It’s even more elaborate than I initially was going to make it, because I got inspired yesterday night (as in: in the middle of the night because who needs sleep when you can write? Me, obviously.).

A Poem

Maybe I didn’t rise
from the ashes
of my shattered heart,
Maybe I just
got up
and started walking

Maybe I didn’t mend
all the pieces
of my fractured heart,
Maybe I just
picked them up
and hoped for the best

Maybe it didn’t
make me stronger,
I did.

~I’m not strong because of it, I’m strong despite of it.

Story Ideas

I’ve been “working” on my current writing project for a few months now and I like it but it doesn’t really interest me that much anymore, so I’m giving myself a break from it. Maybe I get back to it, maybe I don’t. At this moment, I honestly don’t care that much… But I do have several new ideas I’d like to work on of which one you might have heard about before (on Mahriya’s blog, because I won this round of The Typewriter’s Project :D).

  • Our Shattered Minds

This is a story/novel idea about 4 very different people who sort of share one mind. I’m not 100% sure whether it will be a multiple personality disorder kind of thing, or a more sense8 kind of thing (in which the characters are connected without them being the same “person”). But there is magic and in some way, the characters split their lives which messes up the magic in the world (which is called Caligan). They’ll have to fix it. It’s all very vague yet but I really like it. If there ever were a sequel I would call it These Fractured Shadows.


If you click on the image and press show full size you can read the small text 🙂

  • What We Wrote on the Bathroom Walls

This is a story idea I had a few weeks ago and it kept me up half the night. I really need to get back into a regular sleeping schedule that doesn’t involve me falling asleep past 1 am every single night.  The story is in it’s entirely told by things people wrote on bathroom walls. It’ll be a story about high school and bullying. I’m still struggling with the format and how it’s supposed to look and work but I really like this idea.


A Snippet

This is a snippet from the first story/novel idea I wrote about, Our Shattered Minds. This is about one of the characters (she’s an assassin and badass).

This was the part she enjoyed most. The flirtatious eye-lid fluttering, the giggling about silly jokes, the hasty brushing of fingertips and lips, the pleasure of luring someone in. It was the part of anticipation, of wonder. The part of seduction and sensation.

What came next was something that Emery wouldn’t gladly admit made her feel at ease. The power of having someone’s life in your hands, completely and utterly, was something that topped every drug she had ever tried. And she had tried a lot. She liked it bloody, knifes and swords, sometimes even a gun, but her orders were to be swift and clean. So she was. With a quick swipe of her fingertips along the man’s jaw her magic did its job. She could feel his heart beat slowing, like it were her own. Every single drop of blood in his body slowed its movement, finally coming to a stand-still. His heart stopped, and hers bounced louder in her chest.

Euphoria. That was what it felt like.

I hope you liked this! I’m going to try to do bi-weekly writing posts, which means on Sunday I’ll alternate between Newbie Bloggers and writing. Are you also a writer? Had any cool story ideas lately?

Some Writing and Poetry

I wanted to share some things I wrote recently, and well… that’s basically all I wanted to say, so enjoy! (I have never written poetry before so don’t be too hard on me pls)


There is infinitely more space
between the stars,
than there is between us
right now
but you are like a star
far on the horizon
and I am standing
here on earth.

Your brilliant eyes meet mine
across our universe
But you don’t see me
not anymore,
You drift faster than
the speed of my light
and my radiance
can’t reach you.

With everything I have
within my bones
I wish I could touch you
if only,
for a single second
black holes engulf me
and I am drowning
in our everything.

~I miss you.



Sticks and stones
might bruise me,
but words break me
and broken things
don’t heal

~if only.


I travel too wide
searching desperately
for the true and magnetic
of secrets
found between a whisper and a smile.

~and I haven’t found it yet.


This is something I wrote for the second task for The Typewriters Project by Mahriya from My Bookish Life. It is the beginning of the story that I talked about last week, over here.

The ropes of Wren’s fate were hard to tie together. He had tried for days, weeks, months, years but he just couldn’t make it fit. Aeriel would keep trying, because He had given him this task, and that probably meant He trusted that Aeriel could make it work. The ropes were rough to handle, and it seemed like this fate, that lied in his hands, was much harder to tie, compared to all the other angels’. Or it was just his incapability at work again.

His inner eye showed the girl being kicked out of her home and his grip on the ropes loosened. He feared what would happen if he let go. Not only the girl’s fate would be ruined, but his too. Aeriel would lose his home, just like Wren did.

He felt strangely connected to this odd girl. Her skin, as white as snow, just like the rest of her appearance. She was a blank, in a world of colour. She was seen, even when she didn’t want to be seen. Aeriel, on the other hand, was not seen, he was a wallflower. He wondered whether the other angels in his ranks would even know his name.

The girl, now broken in tears, lay crying on the steps to her former home. It broke Aeriel’s heart in a million pieces and before the angel realized it, the ropes slipped from his bloody hands, exhausted from the constant pressure. He caught a glimpse of the rope, falling into the nether below. Less than a second later, his eardrums started shaking from the loud noise. It was God’s voice and it was angry. This was it: the end, Aeriel thought.

Aeriel falls, millions and millions of miles, a bright light engulfing him. His angelic wings had made place for a smoother, more streamlined kind, black and small. Ironically, he had become a bird, again showing his connection to the girl. The first thing the no-longer-angel thought was, when his little feet hit the ground, that if he couldn’t save Wren from up there, he’s going to have to do it from down below.

And here is a more recent snippet from my work in progress:

Margo continues, “I never was brave, but something in her made me walk up to her and ask what was wrong. She showed me one of the most wonderful drawings I’ve ever seen and said in broken English: this. This is what’s wrong. It just doesn’t work.

She smiles, reminiscing her happy memory, “and I said, if that’s wrong, I don’t want to be right.

That was all! Let me know what you think! Do you want to read more of my writing? If so, I might make this a regular thing on my blog.

Online BookCon, Series Readathon & the Typewriter Project (updates & announcements)

I got several announcements to make so I thought I should just make them all in one post.

The Armchair Book Expo

For all those people who never got to go to bookcons either because it was too pricy or because you’re an international like me, this is the perfect solution. The Armchair Book Expo is an online bookcon with twitter parties, daily discussion topics, instagram challenges and giveaways. It runs from May 31th to June 3rd and I will be participating. Though, I am not really 100% sure how it works, I’m sure I’ll figure it out as it goes.

Series Crackdown

This readathon is organized by Mel from The Book Moo and it is focused on reading series. It is a ten-day readathon from tomorrow May 26th (oh, I didn’t realize that was tomorrow… oops) to June 4th. My TBR will consist of the Raven Cycle by Maggie Stiefvater, of which I already started the first book. My plan is to finish The Raven Boys, and read The Dream Thieves, Blue Lily Lily Blue and The Raven King. I am halfway through The Raven Boys, so 3 and a half book is my goal. I will probably be reading some other books simultaneously though, since I like reading multiple books at the same time and I am already reading We Are The Ants right now.

The First Task of The Typewriter Project

This project is organized by the wonderful Mahriya from My Bookish Life and I am participating. My guest post will go up on her blog soon so keep your eyes out! The first task entailed writing a blurb with a diverse character and the word “tranquil” in it. So here is my submission (I also included a cover/image thing just because I liked it):

(Mini-)Snippet: The foundation and coloured lenses I stole can only change so much. For someone like me, being stared at is the rule, not the exception. Sometimes I think that the world is in full colour and I was intentionally left blank.


For Wren, life has never been tranquil nor easy. With her mother (who thought she was some kind of demon child) dumping her on the streets when she was a baby, she had to fight to stay alive. Sometimes she wished she was a demon, and did not have a rare genetic anomaly that left her without skin pigment. Looking at her was like looking at the sun: too bright and making you want to avert your eyes.

She moved from orphanage to orphanage, and when she thinks she finally found herself a home, she gets kicked out for hurting the only person she cares about. An unfortunate fall left the girl she considers her little sister in a coma. With nobody to prove her innocence and all odds against her, will she be able to convince her guardians it wasn’t her fault? Or will she have to live on the streets once again?

“A story of an extraordinary girl, living an extraordinary life, struggling to be normal.”

The main character is albino which counts as diverse, and I only just found out this is inherited so actually this story is a mess and can never be true, but you haven’t heard that from me okay.

Last but not least, I’ve only gotten a few submissions for the Blogger Newbies project, and I would love to get some more, so if you are new at blogging go check out this post! Also it would be nice if you are planning to participate but haven’t send your post yet, that you could let me know, then I know people are working on it and that I’m not a failure.

Are you participating in any of these projects/events/readathons? Have you ever been to a bookcon or are you just like me and would you love to go but can’t?

Camp NaNoWriMo Weekly update #5 | The end.

Wow, just wow. It’s Wednesday evening as I’m writing this and I just finished my final words. I just went to the camp page and entered my final word count and just wow. I feel so incredibly good. I feel like dancing and screaming and crying and just everything at the same time, but first I’m going to finish this post.

So what happened since Sunday, I wrote wrote wrote and then wrote some more. When you’re reading this I’ll be camping (yeah for real this time), I’ll be away from Thursday until Sunday and writing is not really the easiest thing to do on a camping, so I decided to just go for it and write so much I won’t have to write much anymore when I was camping. Due to my horrible math skills (seriously writing is eating up my neurons, one by one, until I can no longer do math), I miscalculated and was done a lot earlier (as several thousand words and one evening earlier) than I thought.

My book is far from complete. There are a million things I have yet to add and I’m only about halfway through my story. I’ve added so much and wrote so much more words than I had planned, so it all stretched out a bit. I’m planning on continuing writing during May and June and maybe participate in Camp NaNoWriMo in July, although I will probably go on vacation and miss most of July. I’m planning to make it to 60k and wrap it up as my first draft. Yes, that’s right, there’s going to be a second draft. As I was writing, I was already thinking up things I wanted to add and relationships I wanted to elaborate on, characters I wanted to put more depth in, conversations I wanted to improve.

I’m going to do a more elaborate post on things I’ve learned from Camp NaNo later but this is just my initial thoughts on my process and finishing.

As I’m finished writing for this month (I don’t think I’ll be writing much for the rest of it), I’m thinking of a new name for my book. Currently, I’m using Drive On as my temporary title, but that was back when most of the book was about the road trip, now it’s a smaller part of the book (about half probably). The idea behind that title was that it was about continuing life after something horrible happened, keep on going, drive on. However, I kind of dislike it. I’ve got a list of titles I like but none of them are perfect, either I think they’re cheesy (this book is not cheesy) or not fitting.

It’s so weird to call it a book, like, I’m no writer, how can I call it a book, but on the other hand: I write. Which in conclusion means I’m a writer. I think, therefore I am, right? I write, therefore I’m a writer.


You pass so many faces every day and yet you never stand still and wonder who these people are. They’re there, but they might as well not have been there at all. Ghosts, with a face and a name, but nothing more.

The city sparkles below us and the sky above us. “You know how stars that shine the brightest, burn up the fastest? I read about it online a while ago, it’s because of the heat of the fuel, I don’t really remember.” I trail off, “It reminds me of mom. Mom was probably the brightest star on the horizon.”

Random thought #1: this last one is actually the final lines in my draft at this moment and oh my gosh it’s the perfect way to end this project.

Random thought #2: I should call my novel: Bright Stars Burn Fast (or quickly? or swift? What do you think?).


aes week 5 (2)

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Happy writing! How did your Camp NaNo end? Happy or not?

Camp NaNoWriMo Weekly Update #4

Not only am I very tired (I was up reading until 2 am last night), I have also had the most stressful morning. My laptop decided it was time to crash and burn (not literally), it didn’t do a single damn thing anymore. I don’t know who performed some wicked wicca or to whom I accidentally sold my soul, but it magically started working again.

I thought that I would have lost all my progress since I last backed-up my camp NaNo file and that all of my outlining and character profiling would have disappeared into the dark pit that is called a crashed hard drive. BUT IT’S SAFE. I immediately backed-up every single file I could find and thought was even remotely important, so I’m sure that won’t happen again.

So. Writing. My current word count is around 22.5k and I’m hoping to write about 1k tonight. That is, if I won’t fall asleep or something. My recent obsession with Stitchers has distracted me from writing this week. As you can see in my stats I’ve had a weird week. On one day I wrote a lot and then the next… not so much. I’m in a wave function. I’ve had a couple of unproductive days and a couple of very productive days. I realise that I’ve gotten into a repetitive cycle: during the day I procrastinate doing my homework, and in the evening  I write. On a few days, I simply had very little time at night or little inspiration, so that explains the weird flukes.

I’m trying very hard to keep up with my schedule and not get behind anymore. It’s working until now, so I hope to keep up. Next weekend I just found out I’ll be going away (okay I knew this before but somehow it slipped my mind), so I’m going to have little time to write that weekend. I hope to get some writing done then, but for now I’m just going to have to work even harder to keep up and maybe even work ahead.

I did have a very productive bookstagram week, which is pretty rare because usually I’m a very irregular bookstagrammer. I also reached 100 followers which is pretty big for me! (my instragram is lost_in_a_story btw)


Day 1-2: 2214 (week 1; words written: 2214)
Day 3-9: 7685 (week 2; words written: 5671)
Day 10-16: 16415 (week 3; words written: 8730)
Day 17: 17625 (words written: 1210)
Day 18: 18429 (words written: 804)
Day 19: 20154 (words written: 1725; now that’s what I call a productive day)
Day 20: 20643 (words written: 489; whoops)
Day 21: 21833 (words written: 1190)
Day 22: 22359 (words written: 526)
Day 23: 22428 (words written: 69)


“Are you having fun?” I ask, simply for the sake of saying something.
He smiles slightly, “yeah, I always am with you.”
Again, that tingling feeling in my stomach, if those butterflies could only stop being hyperactive.
“I recall some lesser pleasant times.” I laugh softly, not knowing whether it’s okay to laugh about something like that. Especially since those lesser pleasant times were usually caused by either me crying or me yelling at him.
He shrugs, “more good than bad though.”

With mom it was always so easy, I could say whatever I wanted, she wouldn’t judge or make me feel bad. With Margo and Stephen, however, I’ve always felt like I needed to match some nonexistent ideal of me. I need to be the perfect daughter, whatever that means.



How was your writing week?