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My book is about to come out on a dark October night. It’ll be a perfect addition to the great season of death (Fall I mean). I just got back from beautiful London and amazing Poland and thus is why I have been away. I had no internet connection and although it made me anxious about not updating, I felt like I had no choice but to accept the misfortune lack of communication and explore the beauty and the horror that makes up London. I have been spending my time making notes of really awesome and sometimes funny stories about my visit and I plan on releasing small narratives about my experiences with pictures. Be aware, I will talk about my trip to a Polish hospital and a wound that refused to heal properly. Of course, on my favorite holiday, I will publish here, only here, a special Halloween story full of all dark things that should give your heart a jump.

I will also be showing my cake creation special for Halloween (the featured picture is what I want to make but we will see what I come up with because my cooking skills is a horror movie within itself.

Back to my novel:My novel comes out on October 28, although you can preorder for two days. Here is the link to my paperback but it also comes in kindle form: http://a.co/beiNDb4

Back From the Crept

Back From the Crept

by BritNoonan

 

Health issues crippled me in the past ten months,

near comatose with bitter content I spent my days in a fog.

struggling to find the dreams that once seemed sensible,

while fools distracted precious time with their suicidal charms,

Now, alone, I vulnerably start over, a virgin in the arts,

unsure if the damage had already outlived my creativity ,

having the talent to express what I wish to accomplish,

failure’s possibility is high but only fools fear its pleasure.

Can I get out of the love affair with failure and befriend success,

or will I succumb to the sadistic game of a dying clock,

whose time seems to stall, a delusion of the reality,

of actually speeding with no brakes without realizing,

leading to a deadly collusion with other fools coned as well?

Still, regardless of the clock’s smirk and failure’s gleam,

I will reach for success even with a noose around my neck,

and continue writing regardless how little talent I possess.

 

(this slightly depressive poem is the result of the mixture of a melancholic movie with jetlag and injuries. Once you realize that time will run out, you tend to get more motivated to successfully accomplish your goals, even if there is no possibility of success, because once death collects you, you can never come back to finish what you never started or stopped working on)

Two Sentence horror stories 7/30/2016

 

2016-07-30 13.16.20_resized (1)1.Opening a bag of chips and sitting down to watch my favorite horror movie sounded really nice after a long day at work. What I didn’t know as I dipped my hand into the bag was that it was full with hundreds squirmy midgets.

IMG_20150418_1242512. For the last three days my cat has been looking at the ceiling above my bed, growling, I make a point to never look up. Tonight laying in bed, my cat starts doing the same thing and I found the courage to look up only to see two bloodshot eyes staring down at me.

 

2016-07-30 13.36.14_resized3. I visited a cemetery today to pay my respects for the dead. The dead only saw me as they next meal.
4. On a camping trip, I fell and sliced my leg  (my pic)open on a rock. Two months later, I was putting lotion on my legs when  I noticed that there was something wiggling under my skin.

Thoughts about writing my novel

What makes a productive writing session? That is the question to ask. Giveb the opportunity to sit down and finish editing my first novel and write my second novel, I had dreams of writing during the day. I thought it would be perfect and everything will go according to plan.

The first week, I was met with disappointment. Not only did I lack motivation but I found myself making every excuse not to right. Now, I did just end a very stressful job that had caused me a lot of emotional and physical exhaustion, and because of that found myself relaxing and sleeping a lot for my body can repair itself.

I since had found a groove of sorts. I realized that the time that everything is perfect in both myself and the environment to write is during the nights from eight at night to one in the morning. During that time, the words just fly off my fingertips and excitement rushes through my body as I picture the scenes play off in my mind like a movie.

However, it wasn’t until I started to play the Ouiji Board that everything just all came together. I don’t play often, but I find if I play once a week, i stay motivated to write every day and since playing, has already made huge improvement in both the quality and quantity of my workload. I think it is due to my own superstitions with the board that just sparks nervousness which is the emotion I need to be fully motivated.

To stay motivated, I take breaks to drink water, exercise, and to eat. I also make sure to watch something light before and after I start writing because it gives me a break from the horror that I am writing. It clears the head of any self-doubt as well.

So what makes a good productive writing session? I think anytime is good. Even if there’s struggling going on, its part of the process and overcoming struggles will lead to becoming a better author. As long there is time dedicated to writing and you use it to write, its a productive writing session. Its when you know when you need to stop or take a break and do so. Its when you realize tricks that you need to stay motivated and taking those steps to complete it.

Most importantly, never give up

Two-sentence stories

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  1. Driving in the woods in the silence of the night always made me feel nervous. Maybe it was because of the pitch darkness or maybe it was because every night I would see a figure just barely in sight, waving at me.
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  2. I never had to worry about the monsters under my bed because I have a custom made wooden bedframe that went all the way to the floor. However, yesterday night, I was woken up by a fearful scream as something punched and scratched at on the bottom my mattress.
  3. IMG_20150303_085309Every night my parents told me that ghosts are not real. I don’t have the heart to tell them that they had been dead for a decade.

 

 

 

 

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4.  Every night I hear shuffling outside my door. I try to ignore it the best I can but then the doorknob turns as if something is testing to see if I remembered to lock the door.