New Yeat Resolutaion: Change

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The new year is almost here.  I've been thinking about what my new year resolutions would be and I think I have it.  It's time for a mental change.  Writing has always been a fun hobby for me.  Something I loved doing and hoped one day to do for a living but only when I was grown up.  Well this year I will change that.  I'm still thinking like a want-a-be writer.  If I want to get better I need to change that and start thinking like a professional writer.  So that is my goal this coming year.  Take writing seriously and put all my effort into it instead of a casual attempt.  The way I think has to change before my writing does.

So what are your new year resolutions?

Have a great week 

Morgan J

Bright, Colorful, Loud,

Merry Christmas.  I thought it best to start out with something cheerful because I have been so blatantly neglectful of my blog the last month.  Christmas is almost here.  The tree is up, the lights are lit, hot chocolate has been made and drunk, all the presents have been bought.  Food still needs cooking, still some presents need rapping and the last few candles wait to be light.  This is a bright season.  Bright and colorful and loud.  With lots of demands for my attention and time and money and focus.  I'm trying to remember that this year.  Last year all the hubbub depressed me during one of the happiest times of the year.  Not this year.  This year I will laugh at the business and find the joy and funny behind all the noise.  This year will be the best Christmas ever.  And next year will be better.  Can you tell I'm feeling optimistic?  This a really short post, sorry.  Christmas has been on my mind sense Dec 1 and everything about Christmas has already been said.  I'm happy, excited, and ready.  What else can I say?

All of you have a joyful Christmas.
Morgan J 

No Excuses November Is Here

I don't like excuses.  Excuses are me trying to blame someone else or circumstances for my own failures.  But still I catch myself saying things like "I got busy and forgot."  Yep I confess I made that excuse just a few minutes ago when I looked at my documents and it suddenly hit me that I had not written a post yesterday.  But honestly it is not true.  I remembered yesterday at lunch time and decided to put it off and get my NaNoWriMo writing done first.  So it was my fault and I'm sorry if any of you were waiting in agitated expectancy for my post.  
Speaking of NaNoWriMo how are all you novelers doing?  I'm just keeping up with it.  I have a little friendly competition with Della.  Every time I get ahead she goes on a writing spree and passes me.  Then I'll write a few thousand on the weekend and pass her.  It's really funny how excited we both get about it.  Yesterday when I passed her word count I was bouncing in my chair with joy and telling everyone in ear shot that "I passed Della!"  It's more fun when your doing it with someone. 
For lack of anything better to say I have picked out some samples of my writing so far.

"Everyday he pushed them all harder, moved quicker.  He could feel the forest and mountains closing in on them each day."

"Two mountains loomed on either side marking the end of the Salto Mountains.  Between them ran a great valley with flat open land that sparkled green and lush under the summer sun.  It looked like the welcoming arms of Cypress to the tired group."

"They have traveled hard at your warning for six full days now.  We have reached the end and I say they deserve a night to catch their breath and sleep without the forest to bring bad thoughts."

"The grass smelled sweet and comforting, but the way it constantly rustled in the wind made it hard to catch foreign movement.  Kneeling down the Jaden dug his hands into the cool damp earth.  It gave way under his weight.  The grass rubbed against his shoulder.  There, a movement.  Two, no five dark shapes against the silver grass.  The young man froze."

"One of the big men grabbed her up and carrying her back to the corner dropped her down harshly.  As the girl bounced up immediately he hit her a ringing back hand to the cheek.  The blow spun her around and her head cracked on the wall.  She slumped to the floor, her crazy red hair spread over the floor like a puddle of blood."

Yes I tend to beat up my characters.  "I'm sorry Resh."  She is alright I promise.  You all have tons of fun writing and have a blessed week.
Morgan J

Long Weekend

Well I completely forgot that I had to write a post this weekend till Friday night.  On any other Friday night that would have been fine, I would have spent a few hours Saturday and written up a post, but last Friday I was at Devils Den State Park for a weekend camping trip.  Our phones didn't have service most of the time much less internet.  So I'll just give you all an over view of what happened.
Friday night it was just me and big sister.  It was freezing even with a heater and a big blanket.  During the night my air mattress deflated and I was on the ground freezing.  Big sister also had to have a corner of the tent door open so it was really freezing.  Did I mention that it was a really cold night?  And being the brilliant prepared person that I am I had forgotten my jacket and hadn't packed any long sleeves shirts.  So Saturday morning I have to get up and get the grill going in the 50 degree weather in my short sleeves.  I could see my breath in the air, and my arms were going numb.  Do you get the idea?  It was a bit cool that first night and morning.  But the sun came up as it always does and soon I was all warmed up and we went off to find cell service.  Little sister was suppose to join us and we were worried that she wouldn't know where to find us.  There wasn't room in the camp grounds so we were allowed to camp in the horse camp and we couldn't remember if we had told little sister that.  Well we got in touch with her and gave her directions.  By the time we went to the store and got back to camp she was there and after lunch we all went hiking.  We went on Devils Den trail.  The Devils Den was locked up though.  Because of the White Nose Syndrome that is spreading south west from New York state that is killing 95 to 100% of the bats in the caves it hits.  There were overhangs that are not officially caves and we could explore those.  Those were cool.  I discovered that I love rock climbing.  After that trail little sister wanted to go back to camp so we dropped her off and big sis and me went up Yellow Rock Trail.  It was pretty.  No caves but a good view and a funny group of East Texans at the top.  That night was much better.  Every time I would wake up I would think how much better it was this night then it was last night.   Sunday we were going to go hiking in Ozark National Forest but we couldn't find any hiking trails.  We spent the day driving around looking for trails. Though we did get sleeping bags and that made that last night a lot better.  This morning the sisters wanted to head straight home but I wanted to go on around the Devils Den trail again.  It was a lot of fun the secant time.  I got to explore a bit more.  It felt like we were exploring Middle Earth.  I'm already thinking about when we could go back.

Back to real life.  But maybe a 9 to 5 job and bills and obligations aren't real life?  Maybe the trips and the writing are real life and we just have to put on a facade so we can interact with the rest of the world.

Sorry again for being late.
You all have a blessed week.
Morgan J

Warm Colors and Cold Nightins

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Summer is coming to an end.  The last flowers have bloomed and the nights are growing longer.  This is the season of warm colors and cold nights.  Of new sweaters and good food.  The year is rapping up and National Novel Writing Month is almost here.  I was ready to start writing a novel in the first week of October.   It has been really hard to keep focus on the stories I have going.  The first edit on the Nightin book has sunk to almost nil.  I'm also writing a story for my sister's Christmas present, and that one is still in the planning stages.   I finally figured out what I'm going to write for November, so that means lots of planning and outlining.  Fall has a lot of anticipation rapped up in it; NaNoWriMo, Thanksgiving and looking forward to Christmas.  Personally I'm expecting to write like crazy this fall.  Drink apple cider and tea.  Put flannel sheets on my bed and see Orion in the sky at night.  Cut out red, orange and yellow leaves for the thanksgiving tree.  Ware my warm coats even in the afternoon and watch the leaves change colors.

I hope you enjoy this short season as much as I do.
Have a blessed week.
Morgan J

Good Villain

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"Why is the villain always stronger then the hero?"

I asked my sister this after we finished watching the Fantastic Four. 

"So they are hard to beat."

It made sense.  You can't have a good movie when your villain isn't hard to beat.  But it started me thinking.  What does the perfect bad guy look like.  Would he be sneaky and more then a little crazy, like Moriarty?  Would he be like most super villains, extraordinarily powerful and completely bad.   I think the perfect antihero would be like Loki, powerful, manipulative and who can give the appearance of working on the right side.  He would be powerful but he would rely more on his mental powers and manipulation then on strength.  Maybe I'll write the perfect villain.  Someone who comes out on top every time.  Novel Writing Mouth is coming up soon.  Maybe I could write a book about a villain?  I'm not sure.  It's ether that or a story set in my story world, ( that I've been trying to write a story for years).  Ether way I think the perfect villain would be hard to tell from a good guy sometime.  He might help the hero for a while just to further his own ends.  Like Shield and Hydra.  Those two were so much alike at times during the secant Captain America movie that it was hard to tell them apart.  That would be a hard bad guy to catch.  Now that I know how he would acted, I need to find out why.  The best villain would need the best motive.  Greed can only go so far.  Hat is over used and not something I could easily relate to.  No, there has to be a really good motive to be the greatest villain.  I will have to give it more thought.  If any of you have any ideas I would love to here them.

You all have a blessed week.
Morgan J

Making Memory's

I'm a planner, and a dreamer.  I've grown up leaving in my dreams for the future and in my weekly check list.   People always said to write what you know and I never really listened to that advise.  What have I ever done that would be worth writing about?  That's what I thought for a long time.  Then I read an article that explained it for me.  You don't have to actually go on a quest to write about one.  Just remember back to when you spent four hours in a nature park till your feet were numb with walking.  Add to that the time you camped out in the backyard during a storm and your tent sprung a leak.  That was cool I thought, but that was all.  It didn't change anything though.  But a few years ago I realized that I was letting a lot of experiences pass by.  I preferred to stay home and write instead of going out and meeting new people seeing new sights and generally enjoying life.  Since I figured this out I've been making a conscience effort to enjoy the moment.  Instead of relaxing at home I've decided to go out of my way and out of my comfort zone to make memories. 

Yesterday I went to a chalk art contest.  Before I probably would have sat down and watched a movie, but no I was walking around the street watching people coloring with calk and talking to artists about the pictures in their booths till 10:30 at night.  It was so worth it though.  At 10:00 they had people come in and blow fire and spin burning balls.  It was really cool.  Time is moving on and I am falling asleep every few words.  Good night and God bless.
Morgan J