Today I finally decided to do something for me; something for my writing... I have joined the compitition called the National Novel Writing Month. The goal is to write 50,000 words.
My thought with joining in this compitition is so that I take the time I need to be a novelist.
I will have no reason not to finish the goal. Who knows I may get published.
I will be blogging about the experience.... so stay tuned!
This is where I will write about my frustrations on writing my first novel. How I will go from paper to print... the goal for me is to have a printed novel. It has always been my dream to write for others, this is my process to making that a reality. Enjoy, help, and listen... it will make the novel great if you do.
Will you take the Journey?
Journey with a first time novelist as she logs all of her fears, frustrations, and goals into one blog. Take the time to give her your feed back... and help her create something truly worth reading.
Tuesday, October 9, 2012
Friday, August 24, 2012
Chapter 1 - Condemned
Over the years Fairy had
decided to fade into the distance because of the prophecy; the prophecy that
had condemned not just fairy but the whole world. The fates had been playing cruelly these last
few hundred years, with all beings that inhabited the earth. But the only the humans maintained hold on
the world, and all other beings went to hide and became myths and legends. Fairies grew tired of the High Kings tirades
and choose to take the power from him, years passed and still he maintained
most of his gifts, still using them for cruel tortures and murders.
Never did it fail to amaze
Fairy at what had been created, just like in the human world there were tyrant
rulers in the countless other worlds that existed, but unlike the human world
in Fairy, once a ruler always a ruler.
High King Callus, made it known that he was king. But Fairy had made it known that it and its
power was ruled by nothing but itself.
So like the other beings of any power it went into hiding, fading into
distant memory. Until the day that the Fairies could prove themselves worthy of
living with the power again, or the day the prophecy was born.
The latter of the two
happened, and there was the prophecy child.
But Fairy knew that the child was doomed do a fate worse than death if
it survived. King Callus and his murderous daughter Katrina would make it their
goal to kill the child. So it took
matters into its own hands, and would bring Fairy back to the truly deserving;
the child of the Worlds Collide.
First it would have to
appeal to The Fates, because they played with cunning whit and intuition, also
they had a wild card up their sleeve, yet to be revealed. Something so big, all
supernatural and preternatural beings were going to either hide deeper into
their shells or choose to stand and move like the pawns they were in this game. Luckily for Fairy, it knew it was no ordinary
chess piece and thus had more power than the others, it had Raven. With the
child on its side, it was sure that what it chose to do next would make or
break how the prophecy child would bring about the inevitable.
Fairy only hoped that she
would bring peace. Meanwhile the
strongest of it’s kind were going to start a war with themselves.
Cannon Beach, Oregon
“While the weather seems to have stabilized here on the West
Coast, storms are raging all across the world.
In Italy
there is now a death toll of one hundred fifty people. It seems small in
comparison to Ireland
where a near four hundred are trapped in the rubble and debris after a tsunami
hit the Country’s costal region last night.
Meteorologists are saying the freak storms are unpredictable and
unreliable. Officials of all countries
are warning people to stay indoors and if you live on the coasts evacuate
immediately.”
She turned off the TV as the
reporter was moving on to more news.
“Well there are only two of us that can cause massive weather changes; you
and Airianna...” she looked pointedly at the man that was behind her, “Where is
Airianna now Father? I mean Your Highness…”
“Where she has been for the
last sixteen years…” His ice blue stare
reached her green with a hint of anger, “in hiding with that traitor of a
husband, course he wasn’t a traitor to us… I am sure his house is searching for
them all the same.” His rage subsided
long enough to look in his oldest daughters eyes with some sort of longing, “Do
you know where the child is? I feel a
power unlike any I have ever known… a power wild, raw, and mixed.” He said the
last word with disdain.
“No. The last I saw of the
child it was being taken away by a nice family, with no magic running through
their veins” she gave him a level green eyed stare.
“When Airianna left the
child in your care did she leave t with anything explaining what it was? Or a
name for it?”
“No father, nothing”
She felt his anger before it
landed on her shoulders. The pain ebbed
on her cheek. “Find that half-breed child and bring it to me! Otherwise you’ll be more like your mother
than just in looks alone!”
“Yes father”, as she turned
to walk away she almost refused to bow, then she turned and lowered her head ever
so slightly.
“Katrina…”
“Yes Father?” she raised a
red eyebrow.
“You will also find that
blasphemous sister of yours and be rid of her.”
“And the husband?”
“Kill him. I will have no
more unwanted heir half breeds in Fairy.”
“Yes Father.”
Katrina walked away as the
windows shattered with the booming thunder.
“You’d think the ancient bastard would have a castle with the way he
orders me around, or mistake me for a servant the way I do his bidding… but he
lost his castle because of this…Fairy didn’t want him…” She stopped the nearest servant, “I need a
car, a ticket to Rome
to leave tonight, and… have someone fix the windows that my father is so fond
of breaking.”
“Yes Ma’am” the servant said
and started to hurry off.
“Wait.”
“Yes ma’am?”
“Find something to calm the
crazy old bastard. Rain is fine but
world wide catastrophes that kill hundreds is not…”
“Yes ma’am.”
She started down the main
steps. “I’ve worked hard to keep that child from her fate. Now I will have to kill her. As much as I can’t stand my sister, her vial
husband, and the spawn that they created, no one should die at the hands of
that High King of Fairy. Not even them.”
Tuesday, July 24, 2012
What you don't know
For some reason I have stepped away from my writing.
Maybe it's because I have lost interest in my passion; or maybe it's because I am so drained from school that I can't seem to focus.
Maybe, it's because I have decided to take me back.
Most of you don't know me; so you don't know that I was once an Irish Dancer, or a Classical Flute player. You may no know that I love kids and hate most adults. That I don't have a filter and tend to say what I want without really thinking of the consequences that follow. One thing I know for sure most of you don't know, because I was always so good at thinking I hid/hide it, is that I have a food issue. For most of my junior high and high school days I was a bulimic and anorexic. I had morbid self loathing problems and this great grotesque view of myself. I was never as confident as I seemed. I was more shy then I let on. And, I was one of the saddest people I knew. It took years of help and beautiful Friends to get me through those dark days, I am no longer starving myself of food.
In fact, I love food. Suffice to say, I did not gain weight because of food. I went from being a size 12 to a size 20 in roughly 7 years. I know... it sounds like I quit dancing and got lazy. I didn't.
I suffer from a syndrome called PCOS (it would be easier if you just look it up rather than me explain). That is not all of how I gained my weight but, it is a hindrance in the loosing of it. I have tried to do this with just one support system; however, it's proving to be really hard. When I was a dancer, I was surrounded by people with like minds, food preferences, and drive. Now that I am not, I realize that I thrive with help and support. I have successfully lost 45 lbs! The goal is another 60 and I will be at my ideal and healthy weight (I am trying to not have triggers, and not see myself as a grotesque figure).
I am trying to decided if I want a food diary. I am not sure I do, being that it's not the eating that I have an issue with, normally I don't eat much. I just need a kick start to go to the gym everyday.
Who out there is willing to text me everyday and say "really? you go to that gym!"
Thanks,
Me
Maybe it's because I have lost interest in my passion; or maybe it's because I am so drained from school that I can't seem to focus.
Maybe, it's because I have decided to take me back.
Most of you don't know me; so you don't know that I was once an Irish Dancer, or a Classical Flute player. You may no know that I love kids and hate most adults. That I don't have a filter and tend to say what I want without really thinking of the consequences that follow. One thing I know for sure most of you don't know, because I was always so good at thinking I hid/hide it, is that I have a food issue. For most of my junior high and high school days I was a bulimic and anorexic. I had morbid self loathing problems and this great grotesque view of myself. I was never as confident as I seemed. I was more shy then I let on. And, I was one of the saddest people I knew. It took years of help and beautiful Friends to get me through those dark days, I am no longer starving myself of food.
In fact, I love food. Suffice to say, I did not gain weight because of food. I went from being a size 12 to a size 20 in roughly 7 years. I know... it sounds like I quit dancing and got lazy. I didn't.
I suffer from a syndrome called PCOS (it would be easier if you just look it up rather than me explain). That is not all of how I gained my weight but, it is a hindrance in the loosing of it. I have tried to do this with just one support system; however, it's proving to be really hard. When I was a dancer, I was surrounded by people with like minds, food preferences, and drive. Now that I am not, I realize that I thrive with help and support. I have successfully lost 45 lbs! The goal is another 60 and I will be at my ideal and healthy weight (I am trying to not have triggers, and not see myself as a grotesque figure).
I am trying to decided if I want a food diary. I am not sure I do, being that it's not the eating that I have an issue with, normally I don't eat much. I just need a kick start to go to the gym everyday.
Who out there is willing to text me everyday and say "really? you go to that gym!"
Thanks,
Me
Wednesday, January 25, 2012
Character Developmet... and just a little bit more of the story...
Hey Guys,
These days I have not been focusing on the character development like I should be. For that I am sorry.
As the story has been neglected by me lately. How do I bring you guys into something that is all in my head? How do I form a story that would keep you involved. I am not sure if I can. So, what I feel like doing today is giving you another glimpse on the story. Please, if you have critiques; give them to me. However, I would like to focus on the idea the story is exciting, understood, and flow. I would love to hear if you are wanting more. As a writer it is important to me; know that I am making a story worth reading.
These days I have not been focusing on the character development like I should be. For that I am sorry.
As the story has been neglected by me lately. How do I bring you guys into something that is all in my head? How do I form a story that would keep you involved. I am not sure if I can. So, what I feel like doing today is giving you another glimpse on the story. Please, if you have critiques; give them to me. However, I would like to focus on the idea the story is exciting, understood, and flow. I would love to hear if you are wanting more. As a writer it is important to me; know that I am making a story worth reading.
Cannon Beach, Oregon
“While the weather seems to have stabilized here on the West
Coast, storms are raging all across the world.
In Italy
there is now a death toll of one hundred fifty people. It seems small in
comparison to Ireland
where a near four hundred are trapped in the rubble and debris after a tsunami
hit the Country’s coastal region last night.
Meteorologists are saying the freak storms are unpredictable and
unreliable. Officials of all countries
are warning people to stay indoors and if you live on the coasts evacuate
immediately.”
She turned off the TV as the
reporter was moving on to more news.
“Well there are only two of us that can cause massive weather changes; you
and Airianna...” she looked pointedly at the man that was behind her, “Where is
Airianna now Father? I mean Your Highness…”
“Where she has been for the
last sixteen years…” His ice blue stare
reached her green with a hint of anger, “in hiding with that traitor of a
husband, course he wasn’t a traitor to us… I am sure his house is searching for
them all the same.” His rage subsided
long enough to look in his oldest daughters eyes with some sort of longing, “Do
you know where the child is? I feel a
power unlike any I have ever known… a power wild, raw, and mixed.” He said the
last word with disdain.
“No. The last I saw of the
child it was being taken away by a nice family, with no magic running through
their veins” she gave him a level green eyed stare.
“When Airianna left the
child in your care did she leave t with anything explaining what it was? Or a
name for it?”
“No father, nothing”
She felt his anger before it
landed on her shoulders. The pain ebbed
on her cheek. “Find that half-breed child and bring it to me! Otherwise you’ll be more like your mother
than just in looks alone!”
“Yes father”, as she turned
to walk away she almost refused to bow, then she turned and lowered her head
ever so slightly.
“Katrina…”
“Yes Father?” she raised a
red eyebrow.
“You will also find that
blasphemous sister of yours and be rid of her.”
“And the husband?”
“Kill him. I will have no
more unwanted heir half breeds in Fairy.”
“Yes Father.”
Katrina walked away as the
windows shattered with the booming thunder.
“You’d think the ancient bastard would have a castle with the way he
orders me around, or mistake me for a servant the way I do his bidding… but he
lost his castle because of this…Fairy didn’t want him…” She stopped the nearest servant, “I need a
car, a ticket to Rome
to leave tonight, and… have someone fix the windows that my father is so fond
of breaking.”
“Yes Ma’am” the servant said
and started to hurry off.
“Wait.”
“Yes ma’am?”
“Find something to calm the
crazy old bastard. Rain is fine but
world wide catastrophes that kill hundreds is not…”
“Yes ma’am.”
She started down the main
steps. “I’ve worked hard to keep that child from her fate. Now I will have to kill her. As much as I can’t stand my sister, her vial
husband, and the spawn that they created, no one should die at the hands of
that High King of Fairy... not even them.”
London, England
“Storms are raging all across the world and the death toll keeps
rising. When asked, meteorologists have
no explanation. According to some
experts in America
it could be Global warming finally making a full frontal appearance. While people in Ireland claim it to be just a world
wide massive coincidence. Not unlike much
of the world, London
is getting its fare share of chaos with Earthquakes shaking Big Ben and having
bridges move as if on a dance floor.
Officials are saying the Queen herself may even call for a “State of Emergency”, like America, Ireland, and China. Italy has not yet declared it, but
with such a death toll they are expected to soon…”
Her crystal blue eyes
reached her husband pacing the flat.
“This just in… a hurricane is forming off the island of Capri
in Italy…
Meteorologist Monroe
Sterling reports…”
“Thank you Marie. The
hurricane is reaching wind gusts of one hundred fifty miles an hour and
climbing. It looks that the eye of the
storm is about seventy miles off the coast of the small island. It doesn’t look to let up and as if it’s
moving toward the island at an alarming rate.
Back to you Marie”
A pale hand turned the TV
down but not off, “Landon…” her husky voice was soft.
“Do you know what this
means? He’s found her Airianna. They’ve found her…” his violet eyes glanced at but didn’t touch
his wife’s blue.
“We don’t know that for
sure.” The voice found a bit of strength
in the softness, “It could be her… You said yourself that she might possess
power like mine or yours.”
“Or maybe not at all,” he
reminded her.
“It could be her… I had
strong powers at her age… but even at sixteen I didn’t have that kind of
power.”
“But I did. Witches get
their powers before a year old. How are
we to know she didn’t get hers then? We aren’t, because we wanted her safe… not
dead. It’s not her…”
“But Landon it could be…”
“Could be… but if it isn’t
her… it’s him… or…” his voice trailed off.
“Or them…” she finished.
“All of them… if it’s your
father and my whole family… We’ve condemned our daughter to die.” His violet eyes glistened with tears.
She however showed no sign
of emotion at all.
Sunday, January 22, 2012
The Prophecy....
A friend of mine asked "in a good way" what at was going on with my story?
So I thought I would put up the very "The Prophecy" up for you all to read.
Hope you enjoy!
Please Note: this is the first draft... and it's probably filled with grammatical and punctuation errors.
"The Prophecy"
Along time ago, when royalty
still meant something, and time would stand still with the slow passing of
days; Vampires went bump in the night, Witches weren’t burned at the stake for
being something they couldn’t control, myths and legends didn’t have to hide
who they were, and Werewolves were the protectors of villages; there lived a family.
They were prosperous and had
more wealth than many could dream of, they were healers and seers, with powers
only to be told as otherworldly. In the
winter there was born a son. A child of untold beauty: with blood red hair, purple eyes, and an olive
complexion, he didn’t look of the human world.
At first, his father deemed him a changeling, and was to be thrown in
the snow to die. But soon after his
birth his beautiful mother begged them not to; she had seen his destiny and it
was tied to The Fates like no other could be.
“He is to be the reason; for
the Worlds Collide”, she said… And every one listened, for when she spoke the
truth came to be.
I was small then… a mere
puppy, but I understood her words… they made sense to me. They thought me a dog, a companion for him,
the child…they never guessed that we existed.
They with all their power didn’t believe in the magic of the earth; and
so they spoke freely, ignorantly in front of me. I remember her words clearly, for I had to
hold them dearly, soon there was to be another wrapped in fates cruel hands the
way that we were.
She spoke:
“There will come a day, long from now when this son of mine, will create
a child. That child will bring one world
to its knees and another back to its former glory. That child will be of untold
beauty, you will know it instantly as it will have coal black hair the color of
the darkest night, with red streaks running through like the blood that will
fall to the ground as people die. The eyes will be the bluest blue matching the
ice the will come with the cold that will surely grow with each passing year
that the child exists. The child’s skin
will be so white that it will look as the moon was brought down just to be with
it. This child will bring death as it will bring life. It will bring peace as it will bring danger
to us all. The child will bring the
Worlds Collide. It is as The Fates command we shall not kill this boy; my
son. He is the to create something so
wonderfully gifted and so powerful, that only the child’s mixed blood will save
it from true death. The child to be is
immortal and cannot die. Many will try,
but none will succeed.”
With that she fell into a
sleep so deep we thought her dead. She
woke up and remembered what she saw for it was unlike anything she had ever
seen. She watched the vision; the time
passed and decades raced by as she witnessed a much older son, a much braver
being than any of her people combined.
So she loved and protected her child.
She waited for the day, that
he would meet the woman that will bare the baby of her vision. The woman would
have raven black hair, white skin, and ice blue eyes slightly larger than
most. His mother knew not what she was;
just that this woman was not of the human world nor was she was not a
Witch. She was neither Vampire, nor
Werewolf…. She just was. The beautiful
mother knew that the woman would come with her raven hair, and magic would
follow her. So would the child that none but her son and that woman would want.
Saturday, January 21, 2012
Raven... Or a section from "Bridgeman Mannor" as long promised
Hello Everyone!
It is with great pleasure that I tell you.... today I will be posting a part of a chapter of my Novel!
No, it's not more from the short stories of the characters I am writing... but it is a little peice to see if you all are paying attention! I would love plenty of feed back...
My sister is my reader normally, but, I would like more helpers.
So without further a do:
I opened my eyes to find I
didn’t know where I was. In fact I couldn’t
even see where I was; everything was red; the sky the ground. I lifted my hands
and saw the pale white was covered in the burgundy as well. I blinked my eyes hoping it wasn’t real it
was all a dream but everything looked amazingly tangible. I took in a full breath and coughed the smell
of metal out. The wind was blowing my black hair in my face, and I took comfort
in the dark color.
I took in my little spot of ground and it too was covered
in blood, what the hell was going on.
Tears started to stream down my cheeks, I felt confused and scared. No
this was more than scared; I was terrified, even more than that I was starting
to believe that I caused such a horrid scene.
But how? Only seconds ago I was in my room contemplating the choices
ahead of me… wait… the choices ahead of me?
As I looked around the red fog was starting to fade, and I saw him; Jordan
standing tall and strong and full of power. I remembered that he was in the
room with me, and he was telling me something… what was he telling me? I wanted to ask him, but then a fear pulled
at my stomach and I stopped myself… What if I did this, what if I choose the
wrong thing and it caused death.
But who’s death?
What have I done?
I looked around again, this time to find Mally. When I
found her, she crying but preparing herself for another attack. I ran to her, it seemed like I was running up
hill and against the wind. It also felt
as if I were running in water, when I looked down it wasn’t water; it was a
stream of blood. I didn’t know whether
to scream or cry… I did a little of both. Still I continued to run to Mally; it took
forever to get to her. When I ran up to her, she pushed me aside to shield me
from a deadly blow.
“Raven, you need to run to safety!” she was screaming over
the roar of something.
“Why?! What is this? What’s going on?” I couldn’t hear
why she was screaming. I knew that there was a war going on around us but I
couldn’t hear it.
“Raven, it’s the World’s Collide now go!” she pushed me
aside again, this time to the other direction…
Just where the hell did she want me to go? Every where I looked there was blood, and death. By
The Fates… did I do this? I started feel as if I had to know, Mally would know…
“Did I do this?!”
She didn’t answer me just kept fighting; in fact she
refused to look at me.
“Mally! DID I DO THIS?”
“Yes, Raven, you did…” it was quiet, so quiet I barely
heard her words.
“Why? Why would I do this?” I didn’t have
vindictive-dictating bone in my body.
This right now; that is going on, was evil. No I wasn’t evil, angry, angst ridden, but
not evil. Was I?
As I was looking around at all that was transpiring, it
reminded me very much of a story I heard when I was a little girl, but for the
life of me I couldn’t remember what it was. How could I be thinking about children’s
stories a time like this? For some
reason it seemed valid, it was a story about good and evil and the battle to
save all of humanity; and a whole world.
It started to rain, but it
was warm; almost like the rain in Italy during the summer time. When
I gazed up at the sky; what was raining down on me and everyone else made me
gag. It was blood. I wanted to get out of the rain, away from
the blood. I had no where to run. I started to hyperventilate, that’s when I
remembered the childhood story. It was the “The Lion, The Witch, and the
Wardrobe” by CS Lewis. The ultimate
battle. But that story was about God,
and the Devil. Something I wasn’t sure I
believed in. I wasn’t even sure I
believed in The Fates. If they existed,
they like God had a lot of explaining to do.
I continued to freak out, I felt like I was going to faint at any
moment.
I started to fall to the
river of blood just as the world flashed around me, and I was hit by something
fierce and full of magic. The next
thing I knew I was standing on the hill with Jordan and Mally looking down.
I looked at them and then the dead, did I even protect
myself? Or did I tell them to die for my cause only to find there was no cause
at all.
How was this all my fault? I
didn’t want to be a murderer; I just wanted peace for my kind and the human
kind.
“Raven, there will be no peace as long as you are full of
turmoil inside. You have to set yourself free and trust The Fates” it was a
voice I have never heard before, and it was in my head and very, very familiar.
I looked at Jordan, “Did you hear that?”
“Raven I heard nothing, but the cries of the dead and the
dying.” When he looked at me tears were streaming from his beautiful eyes.
Again the world shifted
again and we were talking to what obviously was a very human person. He was a messenger for their race, and he was
scared. I could barely make out his words he was talking so softly. It
sounded as if he were saying that the humans were declaring war, and that the
entire supernatural race was destined to be eradicated. He was declaring that the humans were openly going
to attempt a holocaust.
“Are you serious? Holocaust?
Just because you don’t understand my kind?”
“I have no say Ms.
Bridgeman, I am just the messenger.” He turned and walked away. When I followed
him with my eyes I noticed we weren’t on the hill any longer but on the valley
floor, with all the dead and dying. In
my head I heard the sorrow, and sadness. Everyone’s thoughts were pounding in
my brain, and I knew that I was the bearer of all that had come to pass. Jordan was heart broken and Mally
was furious. I was in absolute shock. I
glanced at Jordan who had tears streaming down his face. Then the world went black.
I woke up in my bed, alone. I was covered in sweat and my eyes were
swollen with tears. I flung myself up from my bed in a panting rage. I could
not, would not do this. I will not be some prophecy child. I didn’t care, the
dream I had was horrible it was so real.
Wait, I didn’t remember falling asleep. I was talking to Jordan. Mid-sentence, I was in mid-sentence when I
ended up where I was.
I had a vision… that must
have been it.
It was starting, all the
changes that were to come, I could feel it.
I could not, would not bring Jordan through that. He already went through this, he would
understand if I didn’t want him around.
I stood and paced my room, but ended back where I started, on my bed
sitting.
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