HELLO LOVELY PEOPLE. I hope you’re enjoying this beautiful Sunday. (We’ve been busy this weekend, which is why this post is late! Way late. Sorry.) I am so excited about getting back to blogging, though, that I just couldn’t force myself to take the day off! Also, I wrote a few posts during my (lengthy) hiatus, and this is one of them.
So, quite some time ago, I was tagged by the lovely Angela @ The Peculiar Messenger for the Back to School Tag. Obviously I’ve been on break, and haven’t been doing any new posts, but this is horribly overdue. (Yeah… it’s only three months after school started, ZANE…) So… here are the rules! (which I am obviously breaking because haha when do I EVER follow tag rules?)
LET US PROCEED TO THE QUESTIONS.
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It’s four minutes until six on Thanksgiving morning, and I’m in my warm, cozy bed pounding away on my keyboard. Everything is silent. I am the only one up.
And yes, I’m writing a stereotypical Thanksgiving post. If you don’t like it, well… that’s okay, you’re entitled to your opinions. ; )
Here are ten things I’m thankful for today.
If you haven’t been getting email notifications of my posts, there’s a reason for that.
The simple answer is: technical difficulties.
The long answer is:
I stopped getting email notifications for my blog posts about a month ago, and a few times, randomly, before that. I thought maybe it was just because I was the administrator, or because WordPress was acting up. (I haven’t been getting notifications of my comments either. Still haven’t figured that out.)
So, as you can probably tell by the title, I’m going on hiatus.
Hiatus (hahy-ey-tuh s):
Ho, wayfarers! It’s September. I can’t even believe that it’s not June anymore and it’s September already… Everything is going so quickly.
So, if you couldn’t tell by the title…
I’m finally going to do it.
I’m posting my writing online.
Yeah… I don’t really do the whole sharing-my-writing-with-other-people thing? I’ve gotten better about it, but this is a serious stretch for me to even be willing to post this.
You’re welcome. ; )
So, the story behind this is: I’ve been in a bit of a writing slump all month. BUT, when we were watching a cartoon movie one night, there was this monster getting killed (bear with me, the next line might not be for the faint of heart), and there was a blood-like substance going everywhere. (It was greeny-blue, not red.) And this one line popped into my head.
OKAY gross part over. Sorry. I get inspired by weird things, okay?
So, here’s the story! It’s flash fiction, which means a short story under 1,000 words. I also posted it on Wattpad, if you’re into that kind of thing. 🙂
(I’d really love to know what you think of this, so please leave a comment below! I’ll just go… and hide underneath my covers while you do that, mmkay?)
(and here are the mood boards/collages I made, a.k.a all the images that wouldn’t fit into the cover.)
Now presenting… Leak.
“You’re leaking,” said a voice floating somewhere above me.
I groaned and my eyes flickered open, slowly bringing the world into focus. The face of a girl was about two inches away from mine, peering inquisitively at me.
“Did you hear me?” she said, louder this time. “You’re leaking!”
“I heard you.” I tried to keep the agony out of my voice. My head felt like it was exploding and the rest of me felt a million times worse.
I felt my side, and my hand came away sticky with blood. Ugh. I had gotten myself into a mess, hadn’t I?
“What model are you?” she said, her voice cheerful. “Because you look younger than me but I think we might be able to use the same parts, and I have spares.”
Oh, brother. All I wanted was somewhere to hide out for a while until I could walk without passing out, and the shack looked so abandoned… But now it seemed like I had wandered into the home of a lunatic. Way to go, Ephraim.
The black spots were finally clearing from my eyes now. “What on earth are you talking about?” I rubbed my head. “You know what? I’m probably delusional. This whole thing is just a dream.”
The girl was squinting at me. “Wait – what are you?”
“Mighty good question. Sometimes I’m not sure myself.” I tried to pull myself into a sitting position. “Look, I’m sorry about crashing here… I couldn’t make it any farther.”
She ignored me and instead knelt beside me, prodding at my stomach. Her hands were cold as ice.
“Hey – hey, lay off!”
“You’re squishy,” said the girl, looking at me with wonder.
“You’re not?” I said sarcastically.
“Oh.” Then again, louder. “Oh! That explains it. I’ve never seen anyone with red oil before, but I didn’t want to be rude, you know?”
“Um. What are you?”
“The question,” she said, circling me, “is what are you. Believe it or not, I have never seen a human before. You’re quite fascinating! I’ve read all about you but quite honestly I thought you all were extinct.”
“Um,” I said again. My head pounded. “You’re an old service droid, aren’t you?”
“Correct! B-2537 at your service. I know it’s a mouthful but my friends call me Bee…” Her voice trailed off and she smiled sort of unhappily. “At least, that’s what they would call me if I had friends.”
A twinge of pity rose in me that I suppressed. I had no time for pity. “Well, um, Bee… I think I’m probably about to pass out again, so… I’m really sorry for bleeding all over your rug and… can you call a medic please?”
“Oh. Oh.” Bee leaped up. “I am so, so sorry, I don’t have any experience with humans and I didn’t think…”
“Of course you didn’t,” I grumbled as the world began going black. “You’re… just a… droid.”
Night engulfed me and I fell into a dark, nightmare-filled sleep.
Hope you enjoyed.
Hello, all you lovely people! Guess what time it is.
It’s time for Beautiful People again! *cheers* I am once more participating in the link-up hosted by Cait at Paperfury and Sky at Further Up and Further In. Hopefully it will help me break out of the writer’s block I’ve been having this month… writer’s block combined with “do-I-really-have-time-to-write-this-story-and-is-it-even-worth-my-time” block. YES, THAT IS A THING. (That I just made up. Shhh.)
I will be doing this with one of my favorite characters (shhh don’t tell my other children) Katie Aline. She’s one of the main characters in my current novel and you can read more about her here. Here’s a brief bio:
Katie Aline is fourteen years old and goes to the local high school that I haven’t named yet. She’s smallish for her age and has long, golden-brown hair, brown eyes, and a prosthetic leg. Even though she’s very extroverted and loves people, she’s somewhat shunned by her classmates because of her leg and her standoffishness. She has a secret that I can’t tell you and lives with her foster parents Jon and Chryse.
Let’s jump into the questions!
Hello, everyone! I shan’t be doing a regular post today because #reasons… but don’t worry, I’ll be back next week. (: This week has been a little bit crazy, what with school starting and everything…
I am quite honestly very pleased with the way it turned out. See the sidebar? And the header? And all my updated pages? And my pretty featured images?
I am probably way too excited about this…
So, I did update my pages, so you can go read those instead of the blog post I would have written. Or you could go read an improving book. Your call.
Have a lovely Saturday.
Hello lovely people! Today I’m doing a tag created by Abbiee. I saw it on her blog around a month ago and knew I had to do it. And then I was tagged by Amanda at SKG Fun (an amazing blog), so here I am. Thanks, Amanda!
Now, before I begin, let’s note that I didn’t finish every one of these stories, because I was a scatterbrained young writer who abandoned things she got bored with in favor of new, shiny, glorious ideas.
HAHAHA WHO AM I KIDDING. I still am that scatterbrained young writer.
I also don’t actually have real titles for most of these. The files were usually just named after the main characters. (Who had… really weird names. I kind of had a thing for them.)
All of them are fantasy, because I didn’t write anything but fantasy with the occasional splash of historical fiction for three or four years. No joke. Only recently I’ve started branching out into different genres.
One last note: I have so many files on my computer with these abandoned stories (I counted once a long time ago and the story-count was over 80) and they are all horrendous. Some more so than others. BUT SADLY there is only so much room in a blog post and nobody wants to listen to me ramble all the live-long day.
So, here are (just a few of) my cringey, dreadful stories that I wrote forever-and-ever ago. Hoorah.
Hope you enjoy.
I told you I had a thing for weird names.
So, I wrote this three or four years ago when I was obsessed with fairy tales. Like seriously obsessed. I read through most of all the different “colored” fairy books – The Red Fairy Book, Blue, Violet, etc. And I decided I wanted to write my own fairy tale, which is how this oddity came into existence.
It’s one of the few I actually finished, and it’s… remarkably short. 268 words long. I can hardly even write a scene that short now.
I’m not sure but I think I might have showed this to my family. Proudly, I’m sure. NOOOOO.
Don’t name your protagonist and her long-lost brother Raziela and Raziel. Just no.
Fairy godmothers that fix everything are cliché. DON’T USE THEM.
The absolute best way to end your story is by having ogres attack the protagonists’ home. (Kidding… kidding.)
I’m not even going to put the last part of the title because it’s just too embarrassing and why did I do that anyway.
Another of my pitiful fairy tale attempts. I honestly can’t remember if this one came before or after Razzy.
I wrote one version of this first, and it was absolutely dreadful. And then a month or two later I decided I still really liked the story and rewrote it. It actually turned out pretty funny.
Elwyn basically did nothing the entire story.
Then I rewrote it so that it was sliiiightly more interesting and actually a little funny.
Some of the additions included:
Don’t do the instalove thing. Please. Or the she’s-so-beautiful-everyone-falls-in-love-with-her thing. Blech.
Let your protagonist actually do something, and not just be transported around by magical elves and dwarfs and godmothers.
Don’t try to write romance at age eleven.
Well, it had a few names, but no real name. It was a really strange fantasy story that I’m not even sure where I was going with it because I ended it at a little over 6,000 words. It featured a widely varied cast of characters and focused on three main characters.
Some bits and bobs about the horror:
Please don’t write accents that you don’t know a thing about.
And don’t send your characters off with strange people for no good reason.
I really like writing orphan characters.
I am thrilled to be participating in Abigayle Claire’s blog tour for her latest release, Andora’s Folly! I had the pleasure of beta reading for her, which was an amazing experience.
I was able to ask Abigayle a few questions, which she answered in a vlog that you can view below. But first, a few details about the book!
A Pandora’s Box retelling
Andora is a beautiful young woman with insatiable curiosity. Raised in splendor, she is spoiled by her privileged life. When a love letter is slid under her door, her life takes a drastically unromantic turn. Nothing makes sense—her arranged marriage, the gifts her parents bestow on her wedding day, or her new husband’s temperament.
As Andora begins to unravel the mysteries around her, she ignites a chain of events that have the power to sabotage her entire village forever. Only her new-found wisdom as a desperate peasant’s wife can save her from her folly.
Abigayle has been a writer ever since her mother taught her how to hold a pencil. However, she devoted more time to reading words with her green eyes than writing them with her left hand. Inspired by a crazy dream at the age of seventeen, she set off on a journey to self-publish her first novel, Martin Hospitality. Since then, Abigayle has devoted herself to sharing what she has learned through the mediums of freelance editing, and her blog theleft-handedytpist.blogspot.com … when period drama films are not calling more loudly. None of her successes would be possible without the support of her Savior, large family, and online community.
And here is the lovely vlog! I almost squealed when I saw it. I’ve chatted with Abigayle in various ways, but it’s fun to see her talk – it puts a voice behind the profile picture. 🙂