Words Written for July 11, 2014

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*shame face*

Yet again, I produced no words. And it pains me to say it, merely because I’m reporting to you all daily.


You must all make me a promise. You see that e-mail button there at the top right hand side?

If I ever go a day without a report, use it. Yell at me. Badger me. Beg, plead, and force me to continue doing so unless I have a valid excuse. Also, if I go three days with no words written. Send me encouragement. I need it.

So, I’ll end this with an announcement. Until further notice, I am no longer participating in WriMo’s of any kind. This may change in the far future, but for now. No more. I will write, and will aim for five hundred words a day, but I’m burned out of WriMo’s. Even if I only do two a year.

If you want an explanation, here it is. (If not, keep writing!)

WriMo’s tend to get people into a mindset of “This is the only time I should write.” And that’s not true. I, myself, have fallen to that mindset, putting my writing off until WriMo time.

However, I will still be active on the JulNo forums (cheyenne.r.trumbo is my username there) and the NaNo forums (Pardon me while I go figure out what that username is. Oh look, it’s C.R. Trumbo) during their respective times of the year. You can add me on either or both site and I will be your buddy!

And I believe this post has gone on long enough.

Keep Writing!


Short Snippet Sunday – Shadows Fall – 1

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Hey all!

Two posts in a row, look at me go!

I’m also starting in on editing proper and it’s not that scary at all! It’s a little daunting though, with how much is changing and being removed, but a lot is also being added. Maybe it’ll resemble a proper book when it’s done!

Anyway, this weeks snippet is from¬†Shadows Fall¬† which WAS going to be my JulNoWriMo novel, and as such would be almost done if it weren’t for me finding an editor and getting a deadline for editing, but what can you do?


Around the sun’s zenith, someone took up a song; it was a song all knew by heart, whether they had been taught it or not. Gerald sung as loud as anyone, his voice surprisingly strong.

The drums of war are sounding the beat

to which we march our aching feet.

The hounds of hell are nipping our heels

waiting to rip us if we should fall.

We march for our wives

We fight for our daughters

Awaiting the day that He shall arrive

A fire bird rising from ashes

Who knows what horrors we shall find

But we cannot back down, we will never survive

Awaiting the day that He shall arrive

Our savior shall rise from the shadows.

He will deliver us from this darkness

but this cannot happen without a price.

From death and war he shall be forged

For peace and love will he fight.

Don’t critique too hard the poem/song. It was written while under the duress of a WriMo, remember.