Thursday, January 30, 2014

G is for General (That counts, right?)

G is for General Hondoel (from POV)

He's very strict, and the twins are afraid of him (Thalace might be a little bit as well).

General Hondoel wanted to attack Thanit’s men immediately, but Thalace wanted to wait for them to attack.
“We can’t fight against Ventwenoians! I am their king. We should wait until they attack us.”
“They have! We must retaliate.”
Thalace frowned. “But at the present moment, something must be done about the twins. Thanit and Safem will want to get them first, especially Lachi. They should be sent away,” Thalace said.
General Hondoel nodded. “They should. I would suggest sending them to my sister’s house, about sixty miles west from here.”
“Um, maybe. I don’t know. They’d be a lot of trouble for your sister.”
“Oh, not at all,” General Hondoel said smoothly. “I’m sure she would be happy to have them.”

“I’ll think about it,” Thalace said uncertainly. “I think they’d have problems ...getting used to the change.”

Monday, January 27, 2014

Monday's Minute Challenge at Christ Is Write

Over at Christ is Write (brilliant blog name, isn't it?) Tessa is hosting a writing prompt. :) If I win her contest, I could win her book, Purple Moon! Click the link, because the book sounds amazing. I totally want it. :D



The prompt is "Every minutes that passed was one minute closer to my worst nightmare."

Here it goes!

Every minute that passed was one minute closer to my worst nightmare. I was about to hurt the one I loved the most.
"Please understand!" I sobbed as the wind blew my hair like a tornado rips through a desert. "Please, James, I hate this. I hate everything."
"What are you talking about?" he asked, with concern in his voice. He pats my old t-shirt. "Hey, maybe you and I should--"
"James," I cried. "I'm sorry." Before he can reply, I pull the rope, throwing him down.

F is for Fafom

F is for Fafom (from the nameless book)

It's a woodsy town.

The trees towered hundreds of feet above Fafom village. Cottages lined the circle, and in the center of the clearing the councils debated. There were four councils: Justice, Safety, Emergency, and Family. There were seven members on each council, and no one could be on two. All males from Fafom over twenty years of age had to be on a council for at least two years.

E is Also for Nothing

E's got nothing in my books. :P

Sunday, January 26, 2014

Saturday, January 25, 2014

Revising

Yes, I am revising POV again. I'm at the library, and I just printed out my entire manuscript (yes, the librarian was surprised at my request to print 70-80 pages). And hen I stabled every one of those pages and stuck them into a binder. And then I took out one of my blue pens (I have, like, five) and dug into the first five pages. And then I decided to blog about it before my dad picks me up.

Chances are, I'll find out that self-publishing with CreateSpace will be incredibly frustrating, and I'll give it up. I'll try, yeah, but I get frustrated easily. So I also want to do traditional publishing.

Man, that's a whole lot scarier.

I have to edit POV until it shines. I have to edit POV until I can't possibly edit any more, and then edit it once again. Then I write a letter about it (a query), and then I send it to publishers. Then I hope they accept me.

That's a ton of 'then's. (I have no idea who to form that grammatically. If you do, please comment and let me know. ;)

Because this is so hard, I'll be using thing to help me out. After a while, I'll (hopefully) figure out my own way of editing, and everything will be smoother.

See how hard this is? Oh man. But it'll all be worth it if someday I get to hold a copy of my own book in my hands. :)


I want a movie of POV too. I want to be in it. ;)

Monday, January 20, 2014

What Book Covers Say Link-up

At the Notebook Sisters, they're having a link-up about book covers. Check theirs our, because they're hilarious.

*NOTE* None of these have to do with the content of the book.

What The Battle of the Labyrinth says:
"I've got a knife, and there's goop in front of me, so I should totally eat it."
The Battle of the Labyrinth (Percy Jackson and the Olympians Series #4)

What That Hideous Strength says:
"You have a hood, and I have a hood, so we're buddies. Let's go eat rocks and leaves."
That Hideous Strength (Space Trilogy Series #3)

What The Children of Hurin says (I haven't actually read this yet):
"I am 500% done with these shenanigans. I won't even stand next to m fellow warriors down there."
The Children of Hurin

What The Hobbit says:
"I'll just sit here and try to ignore that deer that's about to murder the owl below it."
The Hobbit: Illustrated Edition

What The Fellowship of the Ring says:
"Look at my eye. LOOK AT MY EYE. Isn't it pretty?"
The Fellowship of the Ring: Being the First Part of The Lord of the Rings

What Moon Over Manifest says:
"Some people said my over-alls are ugly, so I'm going to leave. I hope a train doesn't hit me."
Moon Over Manifest

Friday, January 17, 2014

Clothes, again

INTJ - Stress
*Second paragraph is so accurate I don't even know what to do.*

Remember that brilliant, thoughtful, well written post about body image? Remember that? You can't always live up to things like that.

What do you do when the guy in charge of your school is making clothes rules that you just can't do? What do you do when you're in between sizes, so nothing fits? You can't wear "flow-y" blouses. It's physically impossible.

What are you supposed to do then?

Thursday, January 16, 2014

C is for Ceceria

C is for Ceceria (from The Princes of Ventweno).

She's Thalace's daughter, so she's Ventweno's little princess.

The twins followed him inside, where their mother, Titam, was embroidering with the wives of Ventweno’s senators. Ceceria, Thalace’s daughter, was playing by a window. She jumped up when she saw her father.
“Hi! Nania made some lemonade. It’s really yummy! Dere’s a bunch of it too, in the nursery. She said dat you can have some wif the boys.” She squealed as Thalace picked her up and swung her onto his shoulders.
“Oh good! We are very thirsty. Come, boys.” Thalace carried Ceceria and went with the boys into the nursery. “How about you go see Mama?” Thalace suggested. “You can...help her sew.”
“She’s not sewin’. She’s nappin’. Nania sayed Mama’a sick.”

Monday, January 13, 2014

Fifteen Things to Do Before I'm Fifteen

Totally stolen from the Notebook Sisters. I'm starting this list quite a while after my birthday, but here we go anyway.


  1. Cut my hair six inches
  2. Read The Count of Monte Christo
  3. Read another novel of Charles Dickens (I've only read A Tale of Two Cities. I once tried Oliver Twist, and in my most humble opinion, it was terrible. So I'll do a different one than that.)
  4. Finish the Seven Novels of Jules Verne
  5. Publish The Princes of Ventweno
  6. Finish writing the Nameless Book (and give it a title. :P)
  7. Finish a Mexican meal (whenever we go to a Mexican restaurant, I either order a hamburger or a quaesadilla, which I never finish)
  8. Have all of my final grades be A. I believe that's called being a straight A student (in case you're wondering, I was not a straight A student last year. Stupid science.)
  9. Traditionally publish a book (probably POV, because the likelihood of being able to finish the Nameless Book, edit it super well, AND successfully query for it in one year is pretty small.)
  10. Go to Starbucks (I don't think I've ever done that.)
  11. Figure out what to do in college (forensic sciences? AKA, super epic crime fighting. Sounds good.)
  12. Watch an old Disney movie that I didn't watch when I was little because it either scared me or I wasn't born yet.
  13. Read something of Shakespeare's (I've only done The Tempest.)
  14. Walk outside during the thunderstorm (I lvoe storms. They're so beautiful.)
  15. Actually have a conversation with one of my friends besides Ria and Mary. IN PERSON. (Oh. Mah. Gosh. I'll try, but I am more than a little bit awkward, making this incredibly difficult.)
Submitted by Anonymous
Let's see how I do. ;) I'll let y'all know when I turn fifteen.

B is for Boan

B is for Boan (from the Nameless Book).

Boan is Hesi's older brother.

(Similarly, I had a character in POV named Boama, but she's only in it for a little bit.)


“Hesi!” A loud voice boomed. “You are in huge trouble! The council demands your presence immediately. (Go away, Sami.) Come on, little brother. You’d better hurry.” Hesi’s brother, Boan, stormed up to them. Sami ran away, her small feet barely touching the ground. Boan dragged Hesi to the clearing where the Council of Justice waited. The trees towered hundreds of feet above Fafom village. Cottages lined the circle, and in the center of the clearing the councils debated. There were four councils: Justice, Safety, Emergency, and Family. There were seven members on each council, and no one could be on two. All males from Fafom over twenty years of age had to be on a council for at least two years.

He's not very fond of Sami. He thinks she makes Hesi do crazy things (such as accidentally killing most of Fafom's livestock).

Sunday, January 12, 2014

Alphabet, Tolosil, and the Book With No Name

At Mercy Ray's blog, she planned to write blogposts about her book using a letter a week (like, A is for --). She didn't end up using it, but I think I will. :) Much more often than a week, though.

By the way, "Tolosil" is a series of books I'm writing, POV being the fourth book. I might reference some of the others though.

A is for Ain (from the nameless book).

While Hesi's in Cilyon, he's staying at Ain's house. Here's the scene where they met:

Hesi walked into the bar. It was evening, after dinner, so it was crowded. Hesi approached the bar and ordered a drink. As the barmaid prepared it, Hesi glanced around. The room was dim, with a few windows with no glass. Hesi presumed the wooden boards on the ground where put on the window sills when it was cold out. Right now the sun streamed in warmly, lighting the floor.
Tables filled most of the room, with a few chairs at each. Most of the men had to stand. The room seemed too quiet for being so crammed. Almost everyone was talking, but they weren’t shouting like men did in Fafom.
The barmaid handed Hesi his beer. He paid her and went to stand by someone who was leaning against the wall, alone. The man glanced at him and continued drinking.
“Um, hi,” Hesi said. “How are you?” The man nearly laughed at him, but just shook his head and shouted at one of the bartenders for more beer.
“I’m new to Cilyon--”
“I can tell,” the man muttered.
“--And I was wondering if the councils are good here. I’ve seen some awful ones--”
“Shut up,” the man hissed. “Stop it now.” He nodded to a short man at a table, where several others were standing. “Here is not the place.”
“Oh, okay.”
“Go outside. I’ll follow you in a few minutes.”
Hesi left his beer at the counter and left. After waiting at least half an hour, the man came up to him.
Idiot!” he exclaimed. “Who are you? What do you want?”
“I’m Hesi,” he said, miserably. “I want to, um--”

“To get in trouble with the councils. Right. And you clearly have never seen an “awful” council, if you think you can easily say something like that and get away with it.” Hesi paled. The man sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. “I won’t report you, but if I did I’d get a handsome reward. So think before you speak next time. There’s plenty of people desperate enough to turn you in. By the way,  my name is Ain.”

Saturday, January 11, 2014

Maybe

Maybe I don't like to write. Maybe I don't like to read. Perhaps I only read and write so much because I have no one to do things with.

Friday, January 10, 2014

Five (Or Three) Favorite Book Sidekicks

Over at the Book Chewers, they're having a link-up for our five favorite book sidekicks! Here's mine:

1. Annabeth Chase, from Percy Jackson and the Olympians.
     Oh, she's so awesome. :D She's strong, but insecure, if you know what I mean. "At camp you train and train. And that's all cool and everything, but the real world is where the monsters are. That's where you learn whether you're any good or not." ~The Lightning Thief
     This quote says a lot about her character: "I don't know what my mom will do [who she'll fight with in the big battle]. I just know I'll fight next to you."
     "Why?" [said Percy.]
     "Because you're my friend, Seaweed Brain. Any more stupid questions?"

2. Mycroft, from Sherlock Holmes.
     He's not in the stories a lot, but when he is, he's amazing. And super funny. "I'm glad to meet you, sir," he said, putting out a broad, fat hand like a flipper of a seal. ~"The Greek Interpreter". JOHN WATSON, IS THAT HOW YOU DESCRIBE MYCROFT HOLMES? Apparently, yes.
     Mycroft is so awesome, especially in the BBC's portrayal of him by Mark Gatiss.



3. Beleg, from The Silmarillion.
     He's Turin's friend. Turin kills him. (It was an accident, by the way.) "I will seek Turin until I find him, and I will bring him back to Menegroth, if I can; for I love him also." ~The Silmarillion, Of Turin Turambar. Oh Beleg, you cutie.

4. Um...it shouldn't be this hard to think of favorite characters. :P I don't really know what to do now. I think I'll end here.


Thursday, January 9, 2014

My Motivation Track on Spotify

On the ever-so-epic Spotify, I've got twelve tracks. In case you're looking for songs to boost you up, here's my motivation track:


  1. "The Call", be Regina Spektor. It's the credit song of Prince Caspian. "It started out as a feeling, which then grew into a hope....'
  2. "I'll Make a Man out of You", by Donny Osmond and Chorus. It's from Mulan. "Let's get down to business, to defeat the Huns...."
  3. "Let It Go", by Idina Menzel. It's from Frozen (which is one of the greatest movies out there.) "The Snow glows white on the mountain tonight, not a footprint to be seen...."
  4. "Best Day of My Life", by American Authors. I heard it at Ria's house and loved it. "I had a dream so big and loud, I jumped so high I touched the clouds...."
  5. "Roar", by Katy Perry. Because why not. "I used to bite my tongue and hold my breath, scared to rock the boat and make a mess...."
  6. "You'll Never Walk Alone", by Celtic Woman. It's from their album "Believe". "When you walk through the storm, hold your head up high, and don't be afraid of the dark...."
Very different songs, eh? :)

Wednesday, January 8, 2014

That Other Book

I'm writing a fantasy/adventure/revolution novel now, which is a lot easier than I thought it was. This is where I belong. :)

“Never reason with angry gragorons,” Hesi muttered to himself as he waded through a stream. “They’ll eat you.” He tightened his grip on the leather pouch he was holding. The gargorons, small dragon-like creatures, guarded well their hordes of syrup-y honey, called liro. There were safer places to find liro, of course, but it didn’t taste taste as good. No one was able to get the gragorons’s liro except the highly trained Hesi.
“Hey, Hesi,” a tall girl with flowing blonde hair said, skipping up to him. “What’d you have there?”
“You know what I have, Sami.” Hesi laughed. “I risked life and limb to get it for you, fighting against the fiercest gragorons--”
Sami giggled and reached into his pouch, liro oozing out of her palm. “It looks good. But anyway, the Council is very angry at you.”
“What for? I’ve been a perfect angel all week, don’t you think?”
“I wouldn't know,” Sami pouted. “You’ve been gone so much, not listening to your lowly girl at all.”
“Hey--”
“Hesi!” A loud voice boomed. “You are in huge trouble! The council demands your presence immediately. (Go away, Sami.) Come on, little brother. You’d better hurry.” Hesi’s brother, Boan, stormed up to them. Sami ran away, her small feet barely touching the ground. Boan dragged Hesi to the clearing where the Council of Justice waited. The trees towered hundreds of feet above Fafom village. Cottages lined the circle, and in the center of the clearing the councils debated. There were four councils: Justice, Safety, Emergency, and Family. There were seven members on each council, and no one could be on two. All males from Fafom over twenty years of age had to be on a council for at least two years.
Boan stopped inside the ring of people who had gathered to watch the hearing. he motioned for Hesi to continue walking. Everyone parted when they saw him.
“Poor Sami,” someone whispered.
When Hesi was in the middle of the circle, the councillors filed in. Hem, Aral, Iowli, Ris, Gerin, Dal, and Hesi’s father, Weo, took their seats. Weo was nearly trembling with fury.
“Let us begin promptly,” Hem said. “Hesi, what is your plead?”
“I don’t even know what I did, sir.”
Ris groaned and rubbed his temple. “A few hours ago you started a raid on some gragorons, correct?”
“Yes, sir.”
“It took a while to complete, didn’t it?”
“Um, yes sir. I didn’t want to be incinerated.”
“Well, as soon as you began,” Weo thundered, “A herd of them came to our vulae fields and devoured most of our livestock.” During the nine months of winter, the Fafoms ate mainly vulaes. The vulae were about the size of small children. They didn’t taste good, but they had a lot of meat on their bones and reproduced quickly. Without them, the Fafoms would not be able to flourish the way they did.
“Oh,” was all Hesi said. That had never happened before when he collected liro. Why had it now?
“As such, we must take proper measures to ensure this won’t happen again,” Dal said, in his silky voice. He seemed pleased to exploit one of Weo’s sons. “I propose banishment.”
“What!” Hesi squeaked. Some of the girls in the audience giggled.
“He is hardly out of childhood,” Aral said.
“All the more reason to get rid of him before he corrupts the minds of the others.”
“I further the motion!” Iowli shouted. Gerin agreed. Weo lobbied for a softer punishment, but the other councillors overruled. Hesi had four hours to leave Fafom, or face death for defying a council.
“The Council of Justice is adjourned.”
Boan led Hesi to their cottage to pack food for the journey.
“Where am I to go?” Hesi whispered, stunned. He had once seen a man banished for stealing. But killing the vulaes was an accident.
“I don’t know. You might be able to come back sometime.”
“What about Sami?”

“What about Father and I?” Boan demanded. He sighed.

Oh, I love it. This nameless book sustains me as I wait for some friends to read through POV to help me edit it. The wait is so long. :P

Monday, January 6, 2014

Scratch That Last Post

Miranda Knows Why sounds terrible, I know. :P I think I'll write some more fantasy-like instead, because that's so much easier for me.

Sunday, January 5, 2014

Another Book: Miranda Knows Why

As I wait for people to critic The Princes of Ventweno, I've started another book to keep me entertained. :) It's called Miranda Knows Why, although that will probably change because I don't  have a solid idea of what she knows.

Here's the basic plot:

Miranda's social anxiety limits her to two friends: Tricia Irene, a new girl at school, and Bianca, a school senior. When a crazy gunman attacks, Miranda must find out who he is and where he came from. And why he targeted her friends.

So, yes. That's what I've got. I really want to get it published, even though I'm only on page three. ;) I've even found a few publishing companies I like that accept unsolicited manuscripts (a lot only accept novels that have been sent to them by an agent, who YOU have to do the work to find, pay, and hope they'll help you.). I might send The Princes of Ventweno to those places as well.

**POST EDIT**

I think I'll change it around a bit so it's not so...violent. We'll see.

Body Image: "Love Your Neighbor as Yourself"

Let's take the scenario:

You're in the bathroom at  your school, getting ready to go to a dance. In front of the mirror is one of your classmates. She looks at her reflection and scowls.

Whoa now, hold up. She's scowling at herself? It would be socially unacceptable if she scowled at someone else, but when she does it to herself,  that's okay?

Why?

You could praise her modesty, but in my opinion, that makes no sense. Being modest about how you think you look does not involve looking at yourself in a bad way.

"Love your neighbor as yourself", the Commandments say. Believe it or not, you can love yourself without being vain or proud. You supposed to love everyone because we're all children of God. Even you.

Because I have a feeling this is making no sense, here's a syllogism (not in logical form, but hey):

You should love all children of God
You are a child of God
Therefore, you should love yourself

Being proud is when you think you're better than everyone else. Loving yourself is when you realize that you're a human being and all human beings where created in the image of God.

Saturday, January 4, 2014

Inspired by Ed Sheeran's "I See Fire"

Here's two bits I wrote, both inspired by Ed Sheeran's "I See Fire".

No Title Yet

Down, down we went. I followed my fathers and uncles inside. We went for jewels, we went for wealth. After so many years of scraping to survive, this mine of riches was the only thing left on this earth to sustain us. We had barely any food, but we climbed inside anyway. If we made it out, we would have a new life before us. We had nothing to lose.
We ran down like madmen. There was already a path. This was easy! Life would clamor around us, each opportunity begging us to try!

But then the fire came.

At first we heard its deep roar above us. It thundered down upon us a moment later. We had to paths to choose: out or in. Out brought us freedom, if we survived. In brought us to the gems. Freedom gave us life. Gems gave us money.

Everyone of us ran in. Everyone of us died.

Pillars of beauty crumbled down around us as we caught sight of the treasure. It gleamed golden lights around us. Joining the bright wealthy light came the heat from the fire. The gold melted before our eyes. My brothers dove inside, basking in the security we assumed it gave life. I followed them.

The heat in the gold was unbearable. I would have jumped out, but there was too much gold covering me. What I thought would save me trapped me and my kin. We all perished that day. We never saw the light. The shine of the gold entombed us. It was a fake, all of it. Wealth could not save you.

It never does.


Why By Fire

     The flames flicker around me. The earth is on fire. Smoke covers the world.
     Why by fire must I die?
     Fire: a source of warmth and danger. From the cavemen to now, fire has always been with us. It can either save your life by comfort or end your life by flames. Oh, such a light to live by.
     Why by fire must I die?
     Death by over-warmth. Flickering tongues of blood. It will burn us to death, our blood matching the color of the flames. I approach the scorching building.
     Why by fire must I die?
     My people circled together in winter by the fire. It connected us. We go down with each other. The heat lashes around me. I step into the smoke and flames.
     By fire I must die. It has given so much I must repay it with the sacrifice it demands.
     I die by fire.

Wednesday, January 1, 2014

Characters From Books and Movies

Instead of a cheesy New Year's post, I've got one about characters. ;)

Hm?

1. Hm...I guess Sherlock Holmes or Dr. Ransom, from C. S. Lewis's Space Trilogy.

2. Jane from Thor

3. Hawkeye (and Black Widow). They've done absolutely nothing to make me like them.

4. Well, I guess Mycroft. People don't really hate him, though.

5. Thor and Kili

6. Hm. Passing right along. (That means Sherlock.)

7. Um....I don't know. How about Dr. Ransom.

8. ANDERSON. I don't like him. You can't be an idiot for so long, and then turn around and suddenly be a good guy. Something's going on here.

9. Percy and Annabeth.

10. Percy and Rachel. >:P