Tuesday, February 26, 2013

Tuesday Quips


and I hate to maim a book. . .


Claude from Seraphina By Rachel Hartman

Monday, February 25, 2013

Character Update: Baby steps

          Okay, so I didn't make it very far from last week. Unfortunately. I wish I could tell you I was halfway done with the book. I might even be happy with a quarter of the way. The current scene is in Rocky's POV. He is unconscious. He has a flashback that his fever has warped. So all the events are the same, but the ground shakes beneath him, he feels ill, and his vision is skewed or going to be skewed. It needs a lot of revising. I even started the scene in present tense when the whole book is in past tense. What was I thinking?

         The wind whistled sharp in his ears. Rocky gripped the tip of a spire with one hand to keep the wind from tearing him off the roof. The roof of the Aj. He clutched the elderly shopkeepers' jeweled necklace in the other hand. He felt like defiance itself. As triumphant as ever. His stomach twisted. He had just snatched the Sinisters' pillaged goods right out from under their own glorious roof.  The sun warmed his black hood with its blue rays as the wind soared through him. He had never thought he'd go this far.

         Maybe I'm not very good at picking out excerpts. I hope you enjoyed it.

Saturday, February 23, 2013

Where Your Stories Began


         I know I was writing when I was five. I don't know what I did before that. Just loafed, I suppose.
                                           - P. G. Wodehouse

        Around the ages of twelve and fourteen, I stepped partly out of childhood's door. I could no longer play act my imaginings. I couldn't incorporate my toys into the stories that ran rampant through my mind. But the stories still existed along with the desire to pretend. So instead I search for Narnia. I was child enough that facts didn't stop me. Just for a few moments while pushing back the clothes in the closet, shoving away the boxes underneath the bed, or rounding that tree in the woods, I could let myself believe that just maybe. And when I found nothing, I would smile and sigh. Of course I would not find anything. I searched for the impossible. But what if- I could be raptured into a different world? Where animals talked, the trees danced, and the wind truly whispered. Where money was of small concern, math mattered little, and people actually noticed sunsets and the fresh smell of rain. I turned from actor of stories to dreamer of stories. But these stories screamed for an outlet that mere thoughts could not satisfy. I transitioned quickly from dreamer to writer. My stories flew from pencil to paper. And I found out that other worlds did exist. All with their own dangers, wonders, and curious people. I believe this is when I first became drawn to writing.

         How about you? When did you first start writing? Why? What is the story that began all your stories?

Thursday, February 21, 2013

Construction Zone


         At present [insert title here] is under construction. I know it hasn't even been around for long. But it needs it. So for now I'll leave you with this. Keep writing. Even when you don't feel like it, or when life overwhelms you. Write anyways. Throw all your sunshine and laughs, all your burden and troubles on the page. And edit later. Yeah, that's all I've got.


Monday, February 18, 2013

Character Update

          Every Monday I've decided to have a Character Update. I'm considering making it a link-up too. Uh, once I figure out how to do that. . . The Character Update is when I tell or show you where my protagonist is in my WIP. It's fun and supposed to motivate me to write more, because it wouldn't be great to come back next Monday and say, "Yeah, he's still hanging on the edge of that cliff I left him on last week. " :P

         Currently Oddball is in the Labyrinth Mountains. He and his postal traveler partner are trying to reach the kingdom of Vorb. Rocky, his partner, is unconscious from an infection. Oddball now has to get them both out of there alive when the only other person who has escaped the Labyrinth is now dead.

          Oddball tightened the ropes one last time for satisfaction. Rocky seemed well secured to the. . . branch sled. The guy's head rested on one of the packs where Oddball had tied all the thicker ends of the branches together. Rocky laid across the the branchier end. Oddball took a deep breath of cold air. It would have to do.
         He took hold of the rope and dug his heels into the snow. That was heavy. The thickening snow didn't help much either. But it moved, unlike that boulder in their stone prison.
         Oddball fixed his eyes north and pulled. At least Rocky had the sense to give out on level ground. 

If you want to read more about Oddball (I admit, that was a very boring excerpt :P), you can find more at the blog that I am co-author with some amazing writers at theteenwriters.blogspot.com. Just click on the label "Oddball."


          [insert title here] is launched! It is now initiated into blogdom. So let the madness begin. Okay, I shouldn't scare you, yet. But I will give you a story. The shortest story I've ever written. And I would say most terrible, but that is untrue. I've written some rather awful stuff. :P Anyhow, here you have it:

                                                                 The Never Ending Story

by Ashley G. created with computer's paint program

Saturday, February 16, 2013

The In Between

          This is the between post. [insert title here] is still only semi-launched. :P But I thought I'd post say something. What, I don't know. But things are in the process of being fixed. And it's 2 am! What am I thinking?

Thursday, February 14, 2013

Semi- launched!

          The first post! *does a dance* Okay, well, this is sort of a test post. You know, nobody's around yet, so it's just me. And I need to see what it looks, so I can make changes. And do I need to make changes! I kind of need to go to history class also. :P Later. Since this is the semi-launch of [insert title here], it must be commemorated in some way. Honestly I tried to find a photo to go with this post, but, no, the computer wants to be slow and I'm short on time. But- I do have a poem. Not a semi-launching sort of poem, but, hey, it something. What do you expect on such short notice? A full comedy routine?

                                                             I feel as if I am growing
                                                                     Not physically
                                                                   -But differently-
                                                                      And it hurts
                                                                    Not physically
                                                                  -But differently-

                                                         Because it's happening too fast