This is Heidi, my Siamese.
Unless it is to moan at her new cat roommie, Slugg.
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| Slugg’s chillin |
Tomorrow is another day sweet pea.
This is Heidi, my Siamese.
Unless it is to moan at her new cat roommie, Slugg.
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| Slugg’s chillin |
Tomorrow is another day sweet pea.
Throughout the years my own stories tried to get out. I wrote diaries at 15, switched to poems, penned a few flsh fiction pieces. Wrote a screenplay, attempted at directing a feature movie that turned into a short seen only by the crew and the actors. Even dabbed in animation.
Then in 2008 on one pre-Christmas weekend I asked my 14 year old daughter if she could suggest anything to read. Something light. She handed me Twilight by Stephenie Meyer. ”All my friends have read it, it’s light and romantic, and it’s got vampires.”
I wrote a synopsis. Shelved it. In 2009 a trip to Lake Crescent led me to reading the legend of the Lady of the Lake. That stirred memories of rusalkas and prompted me to write a few chapters more. In 2010 I’ve written another 30,000 words and shelved it again. This year my friends who knew about the story, talked me into finishing it. The 4th time proved to be it. The story started singing.
THAT is my magic – allowing myself to accept the fact that I’ve been a storyteller since I can remember reading, quitting my career to write full time and finally letting myself be.
SIREN SUICIDES is my first novel. It’s a young adult urban fantasy set in Seattle about a teenage girl who lost her mother, hates her father, and decides to escape reality via suicide. Her name is Ailen Bright, and she is a dreamer and a believer in all things magic.
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| Photo by Marco Leone |
Before I go too far (and you would have to yank me back to reality), here is the nitty-gritty: I don’t know yet if I’ll go via traditional publishing route or choose to self-publish. My main focus right now is to finish the novel by the end of 2012. I’ve planned a few more books to make SIREN SUICIDES into series, but I want to listen to my readers. If they fall in love with the main character, then I’ll write more.
Rebecca Hamilton, author of The Forever Girl and Her Sweetest Downfall.
It’s time to plan, ladies and gentlemen.
Don’t look at me like I am an English teacher.
I’ll show you who I am.
I will seduce you to the side of the panster-plotter.
For the world of the panster-plotter is a dark and scary place.
It is time to take over the world. It is time for NaNoWriMo.
Yes, that is right, time to write, and also time to plot and plan our devious hearts out.
F&*@ outlines.
I’ve got something better for you, yes, you.
NaNoWriMo is a great way of getting yourself to finish something.
I don’t even like filling in worksheets–I get skittish after having to think about more than a few elements of the story.
But despite that, what I discovered through trial and error is: it’s better to plot. It saves a lot of time and angst.
A LOT. And the draft I have is more manageable to revise, because THAT’s how authors get books they love to death. And books they will spend months of time with to achieve the “I love you” phase.
dun dun da da!
Flashy Plotcards
When Flashy Plotcards are combined with your imagination, they appear more like this:
2. Pick separate colors to correspond to Scenes, Settings, and Characters. </>
3. Begin the scribbling! Put a couple words on each card with some ideas for your story.
When your ideas slow, move on to a new card. Repeat until tapped of evil plots.
4. Look over all your cards on the ground to see what it looks like.
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| Click for a bigger view of my 2012 NaNoWriMo Flashy Plotcards |
Clearly I need to develop my settings– I’ve written only a few generic words on each Setting card. Meanwhile the other categories, especially characters, are more detailed.
Roommates usually equal conflict, which is an inspiration for more scene cards.
5. Carry the Plotcards with you and let the ideas build.
Periodically flip through the cards, put scenes in order, add new cards, and scribble random ideas.
Let the cards guide you to more cards like in the example above. This is play, not work.
I want as many people as possible to hear of this technique and see if it is for them.
xx Sofia Wren
The first in an epic new fantasy series, introducing an unforgettable new heroine and a stunningly original dystopian steampunk world with a flavor of feudal Japan.
A DYING LAND
The Shima Imperium verges on the brink of environmental collapse; an island nation once rich in tradition and myth, now decimated by clockwork industrialization and the machine-worshipers of the Lotus Guild. The skies are red as blood, the land is choked with toxic pollution, and the great spirit animals that once roamed its wilds have departed forever.
AN IMPOSSIBLE QUEST
The hunters of Shima’s imperial court are charged by their Sh?gun to capture a thunder tiger a legendary creature, half-eagle, half-tiger. But any fool knows the beasts have been extinct for more than a century, and the price of failing the Sh?gun is death.
A HIDDEN GIFT
Yukiko is a child of the Fox clan, possessed of a talent that if discovered, would see her executed by the Lotus Guild. Accompanying her father on the Sh?guns hunt, she finds herself stranded: a young woman alone in Shimas last wilderness, with only a furious, crippled thunder tiger for company. Even though she can hear his thoughts, even though she saved his life, all she knows for certain is hed rather see her dead than help her.
But together, the pair will form an indomitable friendship, and rise to challenge the might of an empire.
At other times this detail is overwhelming and forces me to skim. Some things doesn’t even seem necessary. He tells us there are three different kinds of dragons..we only see one..why does it matter?
Clearly Stormdancer could have used another round of editing. Cut, cut, cut.
4. There a few perspective problems.
This is common mistake of starting authors. Generally when writing from a single point of view, in this case, Yukiko, one doesn’t want to switch to another character unless really necessary. This because the reader doesn’t tend to care that much about characters they don’t see much.
Description:
Becca Chopra, best-selling author of The Chakra Diaries, takes you on a wild ride as she journeys from aspiring actress to respected yoga teacher and chakra healer in Chakra Secrets: On the Path to Love and Happiness.Through the betrayals and brutal loss of her husband, the illness of her best friend, and beyond grief and guilt, she explores yoga, meditation, kundalini, tantric sex, macrobiotics, and even past-lives.
She not only shares her personal secrets, but the extraordinary “instant healing” technique she learns in Hawaii from shaman and Huna philosopher, Serge Kahili King, Ph.D.
This book resonated with me because I, too, am a healer who has overcome trauma through chakra work. Chakras are energy centers in the body that embody certain emotions or themes at work in our life.
If this sounds too outlandish, stop now. This book contains description of not only chakras but tantra, macrobiotic, past life regression, meditation, yoga, etc.
Anyone interested in these modalities and how they related to someone’s life, read on.
While reading I was very impressed with the pace of the story. The writing was interesting but easy to read. The pages flew by and I completed this book in a weekend.
Chakra Secrets does not hold back! It covers alcoholism, drug use, corrupt teachers, believe-it-or-not soul mates, and lifelong struggle.
It definitely puts the writer in a vulnerable place for the benefit of good for others. Admirable.
As I read good stories I get grumpy when interrupted.
Especially by advertising grumble grumble. This book advertised two products in the middle of the story, by using links in the footnotes on the same page.
Ads take away from the narrative and are tacky. This may seem like a small things, but it’s unheard of. The standard for ebooks is that ads go at the end.
The end already includes information about other products. The ads in the middle irked me and have caused me to give a lower review.
During summer vacation when I was a little girl, my favorite cousin and I would play Indian Princesses in the desert hills behind her small home in Central Heights, Arizona. I took pride in the Native American ancestry that we shared, imagining being swept off my feet by a tall, dark, and handsome stranger that would whisk me away to his castle where we would live happily ever after.
Inspiration started for me in the Southwestern desert, but I have come to realize that it is everywhere. It’s listening to the chatter of a small child who thinks she’s alone, watching a couple stroll down the street, hand in hand, or witnessing a soft summer breeze set an aspen to shimmering in the sun’s rays. It is every particle of light that illuminates a perfect, blazing sunset. Even though inspiration is everywhere, it can often be hard to find.
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Rebecca Hamilton, author of The Forever Girl and Her Sweetest Downfall.
<pGotta love magic, right?
This month has already blazed by, leaving summer behind. So much is changing in my life, I feel I am dropping leaves to shed old habits and an old life.
In two weeks I move in with my boyfriend of almost two years. I have also been hired for a new job focusing on just massage–no office work required, yes!
The transition to less desk and more massage will be insane. I know a great upheaval will be taking place in my life, so please forgive if mid-October I skip a review or two.
I feel good about the way things are trending.
I’m a loyal person. I want to please my Dad, my friends, my boss, my coworkers, my clientele, my prospective clientele. Basically, for these twenty-five years of my life, I have been catering to what other people think of me. And when one or two people have a problem, it consumes me.
One time a boyfriend dumped me, followed by a ‘friend’ who dumped me, followed by crap from my boss for trying to take off work to seek counseling. I spent a day in the back room at work crying my heart out.
After that, I no longer have faith that others will take care of me during the fallout that occurs when I give up too much. Even though I gave myself away to make others happy, they weren’t there for me.
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| Katherine Hepburn: known for sneaking a smoke indoors at my aluma mater BMC |
It is a journey to pull away. Some of it happens on its own. I’ve lost friends I thought would be in my life forever and I am not sure why. I changed, they changed. I would be fine to continue as changed people but I suddenly started disappointing people without really altering my life.
It sure sucked that friends I held in my heart didn’t like me anymore. But some essence in me solidified since leaving college. Friends can turn against me, mentors can edge away, but I don’t want to budge anymore.
I’ve sculpted myself into a person, and no one gets to dig their fingers into my form, no more. Not unless it is right for me and my dreams. Sometimes I feel so shoved around, but mostly it’s because I’ve let it happen.
Let’s be larger than the opinions of everyone else in the world. It’s OK to be wrong, to drop the expectation of perfect. Let’s aim for perfect effort.
Call me, friends, tell me you are disappointed and we will talk, but tough luck if all you want is to talk at me.
The way I feel now is I am a relaxed person and will give friends the benefit of the doubt—but if I am criticized over and over again for things that are really not a big deal, then deal over. Life is too short to adjust my compass 24/7.
Personally I am really pleased when I enter a mind shift. If someone gives me information that changes my world, I am astounded. I like hearing a friend’s perspective when I’m clueless. When someone is mad, let’s put it all on the table and deal with it.
Yesterday my friend told me, “America has probably provided the guns for every coup in Africa since WWII.” This means we are responsible for hoards and hoards of death, poverty, political unrest, and the crumbling of nations.
Mind shift. The only thing I can do about it is post it here and ask readers to look into it and decide whether to tell others. Here are two reports from the World Policy Institute from 2005 and 2000. Talk about disappointment, sheesh.
This may seem like an aside, but this is the stuff I really care about. The issue for me has always been how to save the world. And is it possible to do it from my couch? Because transforming into $an independent woman$ is already a lot of work…
Will people reading this be mad I switched subjects? Am I being too political? I dunno, this upsets me but I still like being an American. Blogging about this is the only outlet I have. This is a large topic.
Saving the world is hard. I’m too sensitive to use my Political Science BA. I don’t even like arguing. I worked for an education nonprofit and lost myself. Wiping the smile off my face to discipline kids is just not possible. I adore my current path of massage therapy, but I can only help one person at a time.
There are plenty of other people to hold someone’s attention if I don’t feel good. It’s not like I am causing real harm. If I don’t hold a little back, how will I save the world or make my dreams come true? Because not following my heart is the most disappointing thing I can imagine.
Have you been disappointed by a friend? Are you still friends now?
Have you held back on your dream or thoughts because of what people will think?
With a little meddling from Moonlight Dating’s Jeanette Lagrange and a dash of magic, the two embark on the trip of a lifetime to bury the ghosts of the past.