#SongLyricSunday ♫ “Running Up That Hill” – Placebo

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Daybreakers was one of the best vampire films ever made. If you’ve never seen it, you’re missing out. Imagine, the world is completely run by vampires going about their 9-5 jobs every night, just trying to survive, pay their bills and put food on the table, while their corrupt government is hiding the drastic blood shortage to avoid mass panic, and simultaneously covering up the rabid vampire epidemic steadily growing worse – plus sending military-op style hunting parties out to track down the few remaining humans on the planet that have managed to escape capture and are undoubtedly planning a revolution.

O_o I’ll let you draw your own conclusion on where the writer was going with all those parallels. In the meantime, don’t forget to stop by Jim’s blog, A Unique Title For Me, to join in the fun or check out all of the other song picks for today!

This week’s theme is: Hill / Mountain

Although, this is a cover, I’ve never heard the original by Kate Bush. The Daybreakers soundtrack turned this Placebo version into an instant success, but I’m not familiar with the band or any of their other songs. It’s never too late to start, I suppose. 😀 Enjoy!

It doesn’t hurt me
You want to feel how it feels
You want to know? Know that it doesn’t hurt me
You want to hear about the deal I’m making?

You…
(If I only could, be running up that hill)
You and me…
(If I only could, be running up that hill)

And if I only could
Make a deal with God
And get him to swap our places
Be running up that road
Be running up that hill
Be running up that building
If I only could, ooh

You don’t want to hurt me
But see how deep the bullet lies
Unaware that I’m tearing you asunder
And there’s a thunder in our hearts, baby
So much hate for the ones we love
Tell me we both matter, don’t we?

You…
(If I only could, be running up that hill)
You and me…
(If I only could, be running up that hill)
You and me won’t be unhappy

And if I only could
Make a deal with God
And get him to swap our places
Be running up that road
Be running up that hill
Be running up that building
If I only could, ooh…

C’mon, baby, c’mon darling
Let me steal this moment from you now
C’mon, angel, c’mon, c’mon, darling
Let’s exchange the experience, ooh

And if I only could
Make a deal with God
And get him to swap our places
Be running up that road
Be running up that hill
With no problems

And if I only could
Make a deal with God
And get him to swap our places
Be running up that road
Be running up that hill
With no problems

(If I only could, be running up that hill…)

♫♪♫♪

Songwriters: Kate Bush
Lyrics found on Google and adjusted by me to match this cover
Running up That Hill lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

I do not own any rights to this song, the lyrics or the video. All rights remain with the artists and their respective agents. No copyright infringement intended.

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#WordCountWednesday

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Okay, here’s to my DIY 30 Day Challenge. Last week I mentioned that I was going to focus on one book and get the first draft done in 30 days. My muse was not impressed by my attempts to squash her fickle flightiness, so we’ve come to a small compromise.

I’m still only focusing on writing one new book, but at the same time, I’m rewriting an old, old novel that I finished like a decade ago and never did anything with. It’s just been sitting in my documents collecting cyber dust. So, below are the word counts for both the new and the revised this week…

Fox Trot (Dark Day Isle: The Ultimate Kink Resort, Book 3): 9,200 words

Mistress Wanted: 24,221 words

Revising is so much easier than writing new content, especially when the characters aren’t that talkative – but I’m really going to have crack down on Felix if I hope to reach my goal, since I’m currently stalled in his POV! Stubborn Doms…

Happy Hump Day!

#WeekyWritables ♥ Pause

I’ve made the executive decision to put my #WeeklyWritables challenge on hold until further notice – if I decide to pick it up again. We’ll see how it goes.

As I mentioned during last week’s reveal, I had started this challenge to keep my muse motivated and working, but with the new challenge I presented myself (see the DIY 30 Day Challenge Here) – this one has become more counterproductive than helpful.

It’s obviously more conducive for accomplishing my goals if I focus on the variety of WIPs I already have, rather than creating more or just polishing up excerpts from them. Maybe, when I start running out? LOL Okay, not likely, but maybe another time anyway…

Happy Tuesday!

#SongLyricSunday ♪ “Not My Time” – 3 Doors Down & “Castle of Glass” – Linkin Park

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I was too busy stuffing my face with corn beef, cabbage, taters, carrots, biscuits and brownies last weekend to remember to schedule my post, so I’m making up for it today. My bad, it was my sister’s birthday dinner and I was distracted with all the good eats and family fun. There may have been old school music and dancing that I most definitely probably shouldn’t have done, but…Oh yeah, it happened. LOL

This post will cover the last 2 week’s themes: Ocean & River

For ocean, I pick a great hit single from 3 Doors Down which combines human resilience and beliefs with a great kick-ass vibe. The video was released around the same time parkour was really taking off and becoming more popular. Brad Arnold, the band’s lead singer, was in a major car accident earlier in his career and I thought perhaps this song had been the outcome of that, but it turns out he’d written it for a movie, which the producers then decided not to use. Huh… learn something new everyday.

*Fun Fact: Even though we’ve been in love with Brad Arnold’s deep timbre since Kryptonite first hit the airwaves and rocketed 3 Doors Down to the top of every chart, he was not the band’s original lead singer! He actually started out as their drummer and still prefers to sit at the drums when songwriting. Enjoy!

Looking back at the beginning of this
And how life was
Just you and me and love and all of our friends
Living life like an ocean

But now the currents slowly pulling me down
It’s getting harder to breath
It won’t be too long and I’ll be going under
Can you save me from this?

‘Cause it’s not my time,
I’m not going
There’s a fear in me
It’s not showing
This could be the end of me
And everything I know
Ooh, but I won’t go

I look ahead to all the plans that we made
And the dreams that we had
I’m in a world that tries to take ’em away
Oh, but I’m taking ’em back

‘Cause all this time I’ve just been to blind to understand
What should matter to me
My friend, this life we live in
Is not what we have, it’s what we believe in

It’s not my time
I’m not going
There’s a fear in me
It’s not showing
This could be the end of me
And everything I know

But, it’s not my time
I’m not going
There’s a wield in me
Now I know that
This could be the end of me
And everything I know
Ooh, but I won’t go

I won’t go

There might be more than you believe
(There might be more than you believe)
And there might be something you can see

But, it’s not my time
I’m not going
There’s a fear in me
It’s not showing
This could be the end of me
And everything I know

But, it’s not my time
I’m not going
There’s a wield in me
Now I know that
This could be the end of me
And everything I know

There might be more than you believe
(There might be more than you believe)
There might be more than you can see

But, I won’t go!
No I won’t go down!
Yeah

♪♫♪♫

Songwriters: Bradley Kirk Arnold / Christopher Lee Henderson / Matthew Darrick Roberts / Robert Todd Harrell
It’s Not My Time lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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For River, I chose my favorite song off of Linkin Park’s Living Things album, which I think was their first album to feature their ‘new’ sound. A sound that many fans criticized, but that I really liked. Anyway, the video may be a little upsetting for anyone who has military connections, past or present – it’s not graphic, but it is sad – just a head’s up. I absolutely love the lyrics of this song. As a storyteller, how could I not? But the whole of it is just captivating. Enjoy!

Take me down to the river bend
Take me down to the fighting end
Wash the poison from off my skin
Show me how to be whole again

Fly me up on a silver wing
Past the black where the sirens sing
Warm me up in a nova’s glow
And drop me down to the dream below

‘Cause I’m only a crack in this castle of glass
Hardly anything there for you to see
For you to see

Bring me home in a blinding dream
Through the secrets that I have seen
Wash the sorrow from off my skin
Show me how to be whole again

‘Cause I’m only a crack in this castle of glass
Hardly anything there for you to see
For you to see

‘Cause I’m only a crack in this castle of glass
Hardly anything else I need to be

‘Cause I’m only a crack in this castle of glass
Hardly anything there for you to see

For you to see

For you to see

♫♪♫♪

Songwriters: Brad Delson / Chester Charles Bennington / Dave Farrell / Joseph Hahn / Mike Shinoda / Robert G. Bourdon
Castle of Glass lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

I do not own any rights to these songs, lyrics or videos. All rights remain with the artists and their respective agents. No copyright infringement intended.

#WeeklyWritables ♥ Self-Inflicted

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Self-Inflicted

Henley sat at a small, window-side table in McCallan Point’s only café and glared at the screen of his laptop. The reports staring back at him couldn’t be right. He would’ve sworn he’d dumped far more money into his offshore account than that. Just in case. Fuck, this was his just in case, and now it was worse than he’d already believed!

His fists clenched under the table and he counted down from a hundred, combating the urge to throw his laptop across the room. What the fuck was he going to do? He’d lost everything overnight. Every business, every penny and worse, every ounce of respect his name had commanded for years. Over two decades, he’d busted his ass building an empire and with one blind spot, it had all come crumbling down. It killed him that it had been someone he’d spent half his life thinking of as a brother. His best friend. The one who’d been with him through it all. To be betrayed by the only person he’d ever trusted enough to divulge all of his secrets to, was beyond crushing. It was a living hell. A nightmare Henley simply couldn’t see a way out of. He was in ruins. Even if he could start over, take what little capital he had left and rebuild, his name was dirt. Vic hadn’t been satisfied with just ripping his wealth away from him, he’d made sure Henley couldn’t even get a fucking loan!

Nobody trusted the Crane name now. That was the worst of it. The hilt of the knife Vic had stabbed him in the back with. The salt he’d maliciously scoured into the open wounds. How had he not seen the signs? Henley prided himself on his ability to read people better than he let on. He’d always known who his enemies were, both socially and professionally. Vic had never made a blip on his radar. They’d done everything together; college, startups, women. There had been nothing secret between them and nothing they hadn’t shared. That kind of bond, that level of trust…

Henley’s thoughts were just as jarred as the bells hanging over the café door, when it was thrust open and a woman tripped inside with a shocked expression on her face. Though, that was mostly covered by stylish sunglasses. Embarrassment reddened her cheeks until they almost matched her gaping lips, and Henley felt a dangerous, familiar stir low in his gut. It was a good look on a woman. One he’d personally triggered countless times.

“Wow, I’m so sorry.” She recovered quickly, turning to apologize to the baristas behind the counter. “I had no idea it would open that easily, that is…really light.”

Henley nearly sneered at the dimwitted remark and drank in her tall, statuesque form from behind. Designer jeans hugged slender legs under the pale gray sweater that draped over her ass with a rounded hem. Even from twenty yards, he knew it was cashmere. Just like he knew her over-sized, deer hide handbag was real and carried a price tag in the thousands. Her hair was layers of golden browns and blonds, salon produced, not natural and pulled into a fashionable ponytail at the back of her head. The sunglasses she perched atop her perfectly styled hair couldn’t be found in any store in America. They’d undoubtedly been shipped directly to her doorstep, along with other accessories some Italian designer wanted to impress her with. Anything to have their brand advertised on the most effective billboards in existence: famous people.

But who was she? Henley couldn’t draw a name, not that he always expected to. Contrary to popular belief, not all rich people knew each other. There were still cliques among the elite, and they rarely overlapped. He’d spent all of his time rubbing elbows with other wealthy businessmen and women, networking among the corporate moguls and Fortune 500 tycoons. He hadn’t dabbled in the realm of celebrities, and the only time he’d entertained conversation with a trust-fund kid, was when they were actually in the game, getting ready to take their place as a rightful heir to a throne within his world. More than her name, though, Henley wanted to know why she was there. A sudden feeling of distrust settled atop the other nonsense he was struggling with. McCallan Point wasn’t a tourist destination for the wealthy. It was better known for local artists, crabbing, fishing, boating and people who just wanted to be left the hell alone. Like Henley. That’s why he’d chosen it. So, why was someone from his old life there and why so soon? He hadn’t even had the chance to lick his wounds yet.

With half an ear, he listened to her order some fancy latte to go. The moment she asked for directions, she had his undivided attention.

“Would you know how to get to White Rock Landing?”

Henley rolled his eyes to the ceiling and barely managed to keep his groan checked. She had to be joking. It was just more cruel punishment to dump on the head of someone already down and bleeding. Because fate hadn’t gotten its rocks off yet, or what? Fuck.

“Yeah, of course, I do, I mean sure.” The teenage, pimple-faced boy behind the counter grinned, causing Henley to smack his lips dryly.

Keep dreaming, kid.

Torn between prolonging his misery and just getting it the hell over with, it took Henley a few minutes to shut down his laptop and polish off the rest of his coffee. Now that he knew his nest egg was more the size of a chicken’s than an ostrich’s, it would undoubtedly be the last espresso he’d be splurging on for awhile. After standing and shoving his laptop into its carrying case, he scraped the chair in with enough noise to get everyone’s attention. He hadn’t been prepared, when the woman turned and their gazes collided. Her eyes were as undecided as a storm cloud, hovering somewhere between gray and blue. Too light to be called slate, too dark to be anything else. Her stunning features were mostly sharp, yet delicate. It was her mouth Henley was instantly drawn to. Lush and glossed with that wet sheen women knew how to use to their advantage, her top lip was a little more pronounced than her bottom. It gave her the sexy parted lip look used in almost every commercial and magazine ad, except she wasn’t posing. She was just staring at him.

“I’m headed that way. You can follow me.”

Something shifted almost imperceptibly in her eyes, but she quickly smiled to cover it up. “You sure?” she asked with fake politeness, obviously not expecting him to retract the offer, since she didn’t wait for an actual confirmation. “You’re a lifesaver, thank you.”

Henley didn’t respond. He slipped his own sunglasses into place and stalked out the door, letting her scramble to catch up. Exactly when he’d turned the proverbial whip on himself and became the masochist, he couldn’t say, but apparently he felt the need to be punished for that joke of an offshore account. With a single glance at the pretend, beaming smile molding the sexiest set of lips he’d ever seen, Henley had to admit his own sadism was outlandishly worse than he’d ever believed possible.

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©A.C. Melody_WIP_Topple

Could You 30 Day Challenge Yourself Every Month?

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If we can participate in NaNoWriMo, then why aren’t we challenging ourselves to write a novel in 30 days at the beginning of EVERY month?

This is the question I just asked myself, as I’m looking at my goals for 2019 and realizing I don’t have as much time as I’d like to think. My list of books to publish this year total 3 and 1 is already done, so that’s nothing, right? But I’m staring down the barrel of February toward spring with less than a chapter written on one of those books and sweating bullets over how little time I have to get this done, because finishing the book is just the first step. In order to publish when I want to, I need to make sure it’s done in time to order a book tour in advance, get it through my editor and off to beta readers before launch day.

I don’t even participate in NaNo every year, but the last time I did, I was successful at getting more than 50,000 words written on a novel. So, why can’t I do that on my own? I’m an Indie Author, aren’t I? I’m used to doing everything myself, so there is absolutely no reason why I can’t. It’s all a state of mind. Which, is why I’ve decided that I’m going to challenge myself DIY style and will dedicate Wednesday as my word count accountability day. Granted, it’s not the first of the month any more, but in all fairness, I already have a word count going, so I think that makes up for it.

Here’s my first DIY 30 day challenge to myself: Get the first draft for Fox Trot (Dark Day Isle, Book 3) done by March 7, 2019!

Current word count is: 3,668

Wish me luck… o_O

 

 

#WeeklyWritables ♥ Word Reveal

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Well, last week was a total bust – though, I am still working on getting my video tutorial squared away. For anyone who’s just joining in, welcome to my fairly new writing challenge. Below are the guidelines for those who’d like to participate. I started this challenge for myself, primarily, to try to keep my creativity flowing more steadily. I tend to run into dry spells, where all I’m doing is nitpicking at WIPs without really writing any fresh material to get them finished. In short, I’m trying to apply more discipline to my writing, so that I’m more productive.

The #WeeklyWritables word for Thursday is: Statuesque

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Every Tuesday morning I will post a random word and anyone who’d like to join in will have until Thursday to publish their work.

The rules are simple:

  1. Your post must contain the random word at least once (using it for your pingback is probably the most familiar practice for anyone who’s ever done the Daily Prompts)
  2. Short stories, flash fiction, poems, WIP excerpts, and real life experiences are welcome
  3. Please no song lyrics, unless you wrote them yourself – there are already so many music challenges out there, I’d really like this one to be all about creative writing

That’s it! There are no restrictions on length, you can make it as long or short as you want, this is all about feeding your creative energy! Feel free to grab the badge/banner above for your posts, if you’d like. And if you do participate please don’t forget to leave a pingback so I can find your post and read it. I don’t expect this to be an overnight success, but do hope you’ll join in if/when you can!

p.s. Your feedback is more than welcome! If you’d like to join this challenge, but don’t feel the time-limit is long or short enough, I’d love to hear your input!