Writing

Sometimes when I sit down to write, I have nothing to say.
Rather, I don't think that my characters have anything to say to me.

I am not sure if it's that they have nothing to say to me, or if I am just not letting them in.

With they way that my life has been going lately, I am finding that even though I know that there is something to be said... it is taking me forever to get anything on paper.

I wonder why that is exactly?  I am normally the type of person who doesn't shut up.  Well, I am capable of the shutting up, I have been known to shut up, I have even been so silent people have forgotten I was in the same room.  This trait is something that comes in handy when you are people watching.

With me the characters speak to me, and sometimes it's as if they are right next to me.  This isn't to say that I see them and have full conversations with them.  If I did that, I think I would be admitted instantly to a ward for the mentally insane.  However, when I people watch I hear my characters talking.  I see them interacting and working with the real world to mingle with theirs.  It's funny how I see both worlds at the same time.

The funny part for me is that I have been unwittingly writing two novels in one.
Now, as I am working to break the novels apart more and more of the story is unfolding in my brain. The sad part is sometimes I get stuck on how I want to say it.  Thus, leaving me at a stand still with my work.  A stand still that tonight is driving me crazy.

I sat down to write a section tonight and nothing is coming.  A good friend of mine said not to push it.  So I won't.  Not tonight.  Maybe tomorrow.

Goodnight all! and Merry Christmas!

©Jacque Marie Fincher

Goals

As a writer you tend to write and sometimes not have a goal in mind.
The characters speak to you all the time... and essentially you are just writing what is going on in your head... and to anyone who isn't a writer... well, you could look crazy.

You could look crazy... that is if you actually start to respond to the characters....  I've done this.  I am proud of myself for admitting this bit of information.

Going back to goals... I didn't have any.  I just wanted to write what was in my head.   If anyone read my words well that was awesome!  If they liked the story that was heaven.  I didn't expect much to come from this.

However, now I do.  I keep hearing how the storyline is good, and that the characters are great!
Why not give yourself a goal?  So, I will be a published author.

Maybe instead of my writing meeting a handful of eyes... it could reach to the world?
My blog does.  I check the statistics... it's reached other countries...

So, I pose this to the readers of my blog... read the excerpts of my story... and give your honest feedback.  I'll be starting a new section of this blog.
Once a week... there will be a small section for you to read and comment on.  Keep in mind that it's constructive criticism and it should help the construction of my characters and storyline.
New excerpts will be placed on this blog every Thursday afternoon or evenings.

Thank you all for reading!
And here's to new goals!

Two Years?

Hello Everyone!!

Holy Heaven's!

It's been two years since I last posted on this blog!

Needless to say, I didn't actually participate in the competition I wanted to be apart of...
I let life get in the way!  For that I am very sorry!

There have however been new developments in this novel!  I have been writing again... I have a great friend who feels that this novel could be something great!

I have been putting two hours a day, and some days four hours!  It's been exhilarating!
My friend who read the short story Norareen believes in me and he wants to read more... i have been getting great idea's flowing and story lines running.  We even discovered that Norareen could really be a novel all on it's own.  How exciting!?

This last few weeks have become chalk full of editing, adding, rewriting, and creating!
I truly feel that this is the start of something great!

Please stay tuned into the blog for your next taste at Norareen!

Bye for now!

I Have Set a Challange

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!

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.”

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

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.

 

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.