Inspiration.

Inspiration.

I just finished Mockingjay a couple of nights ago, even though rightfully I should have been doing homework instead of plowing my way through one of the most impressive series I’ve ever read.  I could fill this post with spoilers, but I’m not going to; I’d rather have people actually go read the trilogy.  I’ve actually been pushing it in the general direction of a lot of people.  Most of these people – to their own loss – have been ignoring me. The writing style really struck me as I read the trilogy.  At first, I didn’t like it.  It […]

Posted September 20, 2010 in Reading // 0 Comments //
The importance of an interesting character.

The importance of an interesting character.

I consider myself an artistic person.  If something has words or pictures, I can create it.  I’m not blessed with the gift of agility and balance, or with a lovely voice, so dancing and singing is pretty much out of the question.  Everything else, however, is free game.  Writing anything, sketching, painting, scrapbooking and other various crafty things… love ’em.  Writing (obviously) is very close to my heart, but so is one other thing – the theatre. I made my first stage appearance as Clara in a production of the Nutcracker Suite.  Granted, it was fourth grade, and I hit […]

Posted August 23, 2010 in Writing // 2 Comments //
“Thief in the Temple”:  A Piece of Flash Fiction

“Thief in the Temple”: A Piece of Flash Fiction

Thief in the Temple As Artemis’ moon hung big and round and orange in the sky, and Zandra hid behind the towering stone columns and glanced over her shoulders, down the steps of the temple at Delphi.  In the darkness, the streets were empty.  She clasped her hands close to her breast and felt the pounding of her heart.  It was so terrifying and different, it could hardly be her own.  She felt the eyes of Athena on her, and was unprepared for her wrath.  The Oracle was corrupt, and she took the sacrifices and indulges the people brought to […]

Posted August 12, 2010 in Writing // 0 Comments //
The Edit Monster goes: “OMNOMNOMNOM!”

The Edit Monster goes: “OMNOMNOMNOM!”

Yesterday I blogged about my difficulties with one of my characters and speaking in her voice.  That is part one of my difficulties with editing Fate, and this is part two: the Edit Monster. I think everyone has their own Edit Monster.  Mine has wrinkly orange skin and bronze-colored plates like a stegosaurus.  He’s reasonably well-trained and never nips at me.  Edit Monsters certainly do tend to have their own qualities.  Mine, like any child, loves eating out.  Meaning that if I’m editing a friend’s story, it will bleed.  Lots.  And when I edit my own, it bleeds lots too, […]

Posted August 9, 2010 in Writing // 0 Comments //
Hello darkness, my old friend.

Hello darkness, my old friend.

Let me set the scene for you. The air inside the cabin is dank and musty, and you feel your allergies acting up, so you step outside on to the rough wood porch overlooking rolling fields.  The sun is just creeping up behind the farthest green hill, and the sky is splattered in pink and blue.  You’re not alone on the porch, even though it’s just barely sunrise.  But you’re not surprised. Leaning against the dipped wood rail, her hands are wrapped tight around the bone china teacup.  She doesn’t say anything to you; just flicks her short red hair […]

Posted August 8, 2010 in Writing // 0 Comments //
“Guilty Until Proven Innocent”:  A Piece of Flash Fiction

“Guilty Until Proven Innocent”: A Piece of Flash Fiction

Guilty Until Proven Innocent As she blinked, red dots splattered across her vision from the interrogator’s lights.  Jyla kept her hands clasped to her sides.  Her interrogator faced the steel wall.  Jyla chewed on her bottom lip and watched him, waiting for him to move, listening for his breathing; waiting for any sign of her interrogator’s humanity. “Where were you first taken?” he asked a voice like snake. “Borderlands,” Jyla responded immediately.  Her instruments were destroyed when her aircraft ignited, so she had no way of giving more details.  Her interrogator did not turn to face her.  Instead, he stood […]

Posted August 5, 2010 in Writing // 0 Comments //