I have no idea what I’m doing

I have no idea how but my wordpress randomly decided to switch to a different language. Not any language I’m familiar with (German, French, Chinese, Korean), just some other random language. Yay wordpress!

I discovered this week that I have a new secret ambition… to write for soap operas!


The writing is so deliciously cheesy and yet I LOVE it. Just love it. Here’s hoping!


Bad Days… Good Days…

Writing is a daily struggle. Some days are bad. Some are good. If we glance at our progress and see the bad we think; “Gosh. I suck at this. I should give up!”

Don’t do that. Everybody has good days and bad days. Just keep writing. Later you can go back and edit and polish and turn those bad passages into good passages but if you stop just because of a bad day, you’ll never reach your goal.

As I work through this process I keep thinking of learning piano. It wasn’t always fun, it wasn’t always easy and a lot of time the noises I coaxed out of that piano were terrible but because I never gave up, because I practiced every day, eventually I learned how to make pretty music.

Writing isn’t any different.

Don’t give up! Just keep practicing. You may not be able to play Beethoven today but if you keep trying, you’ll get there.

Work in Progress

Trying to focus on writing while simultaneously maintaining two jobs, a casual job and other hobbies is no easy task. I slip in writing time on my lunch breaks, my breaks and pretty much wherever I can without interrupting my other hobbies (piano and knitting). As a result this is slow going. I average 1000 words a day, sometimes more, sometimes less. But I get those words in.

I admire people who do more. Maybe one day I’ll be able to afford doing more but for now this is my life and this is my way.

All that said… it’s so difficult to get into the head of my characters and then have that timer go off announcing that it’s time to get back to work. ):

Greetings Earthlings

Welcome to my world, or worlds as the case may be.

My name is N.R.Tupper and it has been my dream, ever since I was old enough to consider the future, to be a writer. A proper, published, telling stories to the masses writer.

At the age of seven I have vivid memories of telling horror stories to my cousins. I hated them, they scared me, but gosh did I love making them up.

I still scare myself with my stories sometimes but hey! That’s good, isn’t it?

Thank you for your patience and I hope you find something to amuse you in the mix of things!