Friday, October 29, 2010
What I wouldn't do to lose myself to hours of writing. Where thoughts become people and places and lives. Where a story unwraps its self from my mind and that tiny courser blinks at me, ever ready to record my whims. I become a woman possessed. Chapters are written in hours that pass like minutes.
Stories I wish others would write cry for my attention like babies do mothers at ungodly hours. I wish others would write these because they are the stories I always wanted to read. These are my children because they are indeed laborious endeavours. How easy it is to create, how timely it is to mould. These trials matter not, because of the wonder of creation, the fulfilment of the craft. How I wish I had the time to write.
*sigh* Well, I guess it's back to my technical math homework I go. :s
Thursday, October 14, 2010
I have not worked on my novel The Male Amendment in over a month now. *sniff, sniff* I haven't had much time to even think about it. Though now I can calculate the added arced distance a plane must fly to avoid a storm. LOL!!!!! On a writerly note we are currently covering affirmations in my Communications class. I have a serious problem with when to use 'is' or 'are' in certain situations. I am still confused, but am getting closer to the root problem. It's funny that when all my classmates, and I do mean all, complain about going to another "useless Communications class" I laugh. It's my favourite class. I wish we had it more than three times a week. I've been proofreading some of my school buddies reports and it's needed, big time. I thought my grammar was atrocious, and believe me it is. After reading other authors works for the last three years, I've discovered reality has a mad left hook. The average person has a lot of grammar issues we can all thank our school systems for. A focus on more than just "basics" in school would help native speakers comunicate better in their own language.
Thank you to Botanist for wondering if I was still alive. I'm hanging in there and when I get a chance I'm definatly criting that peice of yours on CC that I never got around to. >_< I'm such a bad writer-friend. Stella out!
Wednesday, September 1, 2010
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Monday, July 5, 2010
What Amazon says:
Destroying a deadly prince, in a violent court far from her home, was not what Alina expected when she was chosen to serve on the Isle of the Weavers.
Fifteen-year-old Alina comes from a long line of women who have gone to serve on the Isle of the Weavers, and she has always dreamed of doing the same. Her older sister is going to inherit the farm. She hasn't found any boy in the village that she's attracted to, like her other sister. And she loves her 10-year-old brother, but he's getting to be a pain to look after all the time. Still, a girl must be chosen to be a weaver, and Alina's already older than others were when they were called.
Then the weavers come. Her dreams come true, and she's taken to the Isle of Weaving, where the destiny of the world is born. Alina enters a long period of mental/spiritual training to prepare her to be a weaver. But she struggles with her trademark impatience.To the amusement of her trainers, she's anxious to begin weaving after only a few months training.
Then Alina is asked to take spools of thread to the weaving room, and she gets her first glimpse of the awesome tapestry, with its multitude of threads, and colours, and shifting patterns. Left alone for a minute, she discovers a red thread - red like her own hair - which is short and broken, and she impulsively takes a strand of her hair and ties the red thread to a tawny thread nearby. Immediately, thousands of other threads in the tapestry break.What has she done? The tapestry reflects what goes on in the world, as well as affecting events. By reconnecting a thread that was meant to be broken, she has caused the end of thousands of other threads/lives. She must undo what she has done and the story begins.
Get lost in a magical time where adventure and danger abound and the strength of our heroine, Alina, is put to the test.
I was so happy to read a story that didn't involve: vampires, werewolves, shape-shifters, angels, or demons.
The author, Linda Smith, passed away suddenly in her home in 2007. She died before this, her last book, could be published. The Broken Thread has gone on to win many awards. Click here to go to her site.
I read this book in one sitting and was glad I didn't have to fetch my foam missile gun. Thank you, Linda, for making me believe in Canadian authors again.
Thursday, July 1, 2010
Here's a little something I wrote over a year ago for Canada Day:
This day holds a cornucopia of images and memories in my mind. Most of those memories call back to my childhood. Summer times spent camping at the lake, spreading blankets on carpet like grass to watch in wonder as the evening’s focus ended underneath the sky. The sky, which entertained me as televisions did others.
The annual fireworks display was the main event of the entire day for me. The parades were fun, remarkable and festive. But year after year, no matter where our family was we would gather with the sea of mounting aficionados to marvel at the nocturnal show. I clutched mini Canadian flags in my tiny hands covered in matching temporary tattoos. I waited in anticipation for the first lone bang that signaled the start of the show. I folded my legs underneath me and watched.
Multi coloured sequins were dashed against the black abyss of night sky. The shimmering pinpoints of light brightened the many upturned faces captivated by the spectacle. Arcs of fire blazed in an orchestra of life; random, burning, intense, fleeting, fiery, wonderful, and deliberate life. Silence encapsulated the thousands of enthralled spectators inside one sentiment, awe. No one presumed to move a muscle as the radiant vision performed for all, no one dared shatter the magic.
The show ended, as eventually all must. Some would scoff at the mediocrity of the display. How government funding must have been cut this year. They would tell of how grand the display had been in years past, for in our memories we hold the standard against which we see the world. The magic had ended and all had returned to their own realities. For some, the cynicism was a safety net against their tainted veracities.
I would wait with my family as the flock of people scattered like seagulls. I stared at the star speckled sky willing the magic to stay longer. The twilight calm punctuated the crescendo of enchantment for me. So quickly the delight ended, but long after, the emotion stayed. To be remembered on this patriotic day as one of the many things we should all be thankful for.
Happy Canada Day everyone!
Thursday, June 24, 2010
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Tuesday, May 25, 2010
1. Parallel world transporter device that Vuri uses to travel to Earth from Gaia and meet Mia. It looks a lot like a classic iPod and can instantly ship one through wormholes to parallel universes where the women are svelte amazons that can kick ass. Funny, my gym pass does the same thing. That iPod is slated for release in 2020. Ha ha!
2. The GAU-19 Gatling gun Mia uses in Iraq. It’s mounted on the roof of her Humvee. It can fire 60 rounds in less than 2 seconds and has an effective range of 1,800 m, and a maximum range of 6,000 m. My foam missile gun sounds pretty weak to the fire Mia’s packin’.
3. The hover vehicles of Elysium. I secretly LOVE hover vehicles. Everyone who reads my story thinks they are some kind of futuristic automobiles that can fly, when in reality I just mean HOVER vehicles. They only float over the ground and water. I don’t know why there aren’t more hover vehicles around today, seems to make more sense creating a vehicle that can go over different terrains instead of leveling the planet so you can get around. Fewer taxes this way, the chicks on Gaia figured this out. Hee-hee!
4. Wireless power. A concept only in its early stages on Earth. I remember my husband reading me an article he’d found on the matter. I recycled the idea for my novel. Imagine, no power lines anywhere, all the power you need is sent to you by an antenna on your car or house. Sweet! Imagine all the shoes that couldn’t be pranked by tossing them on power lines anymore.
5. Elysium, a city run by solar and wind power alone. It will happen one day. Woo-who!
6. Shock rods, weapons used by the women of Gaia to electrocute and bludgeon men into obedience. Those amazons are brutal! :)
7. The Grid, a type of motion detector/sonar-like device that watches the forest around the Ant Hill. The Ant Hill is a camp the men have hidden in the woods, were refugees can escape from the cities where rebellion is synonymous with execution.
Your objective is to tell us about the seven most fascinating characters you’ve ever dreamt up. Are they villains, heroes, psychopaths, egomaniacal friends, or janitors? I gotta to know.
Monday, May 10, 2010
This debate brought to mind a preference of mine that not everyone shares. When faced with the choice of Corny Superhero, or Battle-hardened Cynic my choice in favorite character will always be option two. I know there is merit and entertaining stories centered on the Corny Superhero type character. Just look at Superman, Spiderman, and the Fantastic 4. People love those comics and movies. But when ever I watched those movies I always felt some things were missing, reality and good dialog.
“ICK!” Stella fans the stench of Corny Superheroes away from her and swallows a breath of realism.
These goody-two-shoe personalities piss me off! All the villains these Superheroes face usually want to destroy the world. I say, “Hey, why not? Go big or go home, I guess.” They kill innocent people all the time, but when the Superheroes go out to stop them, they end up handing them over to the police to take care of them, because killing them would make them the same as the villains.
Great! Now when the villain busts out of prison-like they always do-they’ll kill more people and we have to repeat it all over again. I think writers just don’t want to have to keep coming up with new villains.
I’m my opinion, the deaths of those innocent bystander’s are on the Superheroes hands, they should have put the villain out of their misery and saved tax payers millions of dollars from having to build expensive prison cells to contain these Supervillains. LOL!
P.S.- Oh yeah, I also love Forest Gump, he’s a hero too! LOL!
Friday, April 30, 2010
Stella narrows her eyes and clutches her foam missile gun. “I’m no Canuck and neither is Kelley Armstrong.” Stella looks down at the book in her hands, “She’s probably a Leaf’s fan.” Stella throws the book across the kitchen and the little voice of optimism vanishes.
Stella picks the book off the floor. “I’ll give you another chance Kelley, but only because our teams didn’t make it to the playoffs, unlike those vile Cunucks!”
Ahem…where was I? Ah, yes, The Reckoning. In reality the book was progressing with much promise until Chloe and her gaggle of supernatural misfits gets taken back to the Edison group. Then things happened in such rapid succession and in such random ridiculousness that I’m insulted as a reader that I’m supposed to take such a mangled disjointed ending and be satisfied with it. Are you effing kidding me? Chloe enlists the help of a demi-demon (big bad stuff here) she pretty much makes a quick deal with the devil to free the demi-demon if she will help her and her friends escape. This added great tension, how was it going to end, I wondered. The demi-demon saves Chloe and disappears. WTF!! Then Derik busts in to help save them all only to have everyone end up hiding in a storage closet waiting to escape from the…what was it called again (leafs through book to find the name) oh, yes. *enter scared voice* The Cabal SWAT team.
Yeah, that’s right, THE Cabal SWAT team. Ooooooooooooo!!!!
ARE YOU KIDDING ME?? Hello!!!! This was supposed to be the end of a trilogy! End! FINI! FINITO! BUENAS NOCHES!! CABO! FINAL! TERMINO! ACABAR! CONCLUIR-SE! TERMINAR!! FINALIZAR!! …I think you get the idea…
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
For those of you who don't know, a query letter is something a writer sends to literary agents and publishers. It is based on this one-paged letter that the author must sell his/her story. If the author does a good job of writing this letter, it will entice the agent/publisher to request sample chapters from the manuscript the author is attempting to sell. If the agent/publisher likes those sample chapters (usually three chapters) they will request a full manuscript. If they like the manuscript-and if the author has the luck and odds of a lottery winner-the agent will represent them, or the publisher will publish. Many publishers-especially the big ones will not even consider reading a letter from an author that is not represented by a literary agent. Then the agent does this same process when searching for a publisher on the authors behalf.
If this letter is poorly written, the author will receive a form rejection letter. What is a form rejection letter you ask? Well, here is one such letter copied and pasted here for your benefit.
Thank you for querying us regarding your manuscript. Unfortunately, after careful consideration, we have decided to pass on this project. Thank you for considering our agency for representation.
Yup, a form rejection letter tells you about as much as a mime. Form rejection letters get irritating, fast. I should know, I've received tons of them. Can't say I blame them. Agents receive hundreds of query letters a day. Hard to personalize that many letters.
After discovering a very helpful blog: Query Shark , I know what I have been doing wrong this whole time. I was too focused on telling the reader what I thought the premise of the book was instead of focusing on the characters struggles. The characters are the reason a person wants to read a novel, and I had given the characters a backseat to what I thought the novel was about. This can make the delivery of the story sound preachy, which is a fate worse than a Lindsay Lowhan career death. *shudder* Rest assured, I have learned from mine and Lindsay's mistakes.
I have written a new letter, one that focuses on the character's conflict.
Now all I have to do is finish editing the novel and write a synopsis. *presses hands to sides of face and screams until the neighbors complain*
For those of you who don't know how horrible writing a synopsis is, see this post. I never did end up writing a synopsis yet. I must save that torture for another day.
Duh duh DAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!
Saturday, March 20, 2010
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
But as series go along I tend to be quite critical of sequels because most of the time it seems that the story should have ended much sooner and the author was forced to stretch out the plot to make more money. *Bleck!!* I hate it when that happens. Just end the bloody story already!
This, however, was not what I experienced last night while reading Hourglass.
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
Bwah hahahahahaha! ha ha...ha...ahem! Now, where was I? Ah, yes, to the Batmobile!
It all starts with a scene in my mind about a couple of interesting characters (usually the MCs). If I like the characters I start thinking about them more, the story builds and gets bigger. More characters get added. I basically plan out the whole story in my mind before I ever write anything down. But it's not a plan. I don't plan. Things change, and I like it like that. The story plays in my head like a movie, if I don't like something I change it. Then I jot down a few important plot points for order. The Male Amendment is going to be a three to four book series, I think. The first book was maybe ten bullet points, and right now I have about thirty. Each point was about five words to a sentence long. I hate too much structure, it's just the way my brain works.
Then I sit down and write out everything from beginning to end, in order, like I saw it in my head, filling in blank spots with scenes I feel are needed. When I write it's totally organic, things change as the characters morph into different people as I write. The characters are all real people in my mind, who talk, and I just write out what they say, or I change what one person does and see how it changes what happens to everyone else. As I write things change, but that works even better. There are times I have to fight through dry patches where I don’t know how to bridge two scenes smoothly. What works for me is having a writing goal everyday, like four or ten pages a day. Sometimes I beat it, sometimes I don't, but I always make up for what I miss on other days. And the revisions! Revisions, revisions, revisions! I'd say revisions take about 80% of the novel writing time, for me. Everyone is different though.
Hopefully this made sense to all you sane people out there. Let me know.
Monday, February 22, 2010
I've been working on this novel for almost two years non-stop, until recently. I wanted to share a little about how I work around my schedule, since I get asked every so often. Recently I've taken a break from my writing, I think I needed to step back. I think it’s like when I paint, the longer I'm working on a part of it I'm not satisfied with, the more I feel I can't fix it. I need to walk away. The next time I return to the painting it is easy to see what wasn't working, what was out of proportion, what colour I wasn't mixing right. I think my month long sabbatical is almost over. I did get a lot of relaxing reading in. Time to get back to work.
Monday, February 15, 2010
My opinions are based on the cover art not on the authors writing. I am simply judging a book by it's cover. HA haha!
The Gathering Storm. Okay, I know this book is a bestseller. How I feel when I see this cover has nothing to do with the author or his work, but damn. This cover is so lame and melodramatic, it might as well be a daytime soap-opera. Even the quality of the drawing is terrible, the proportions are out of whack. Erg! Good thing you can get it in hardcover, so you can take the jacket off and read it in public.
Sunday, February 14, 2010
Friday, February 12, 2010
I am a book reader, I don't know if I'll ever switch over to e-books. There is just something about having a real book in my hands, that speaks to me. You don't have to worry about low batteries, if your at a pool or on the beach, that sand and water are going to get on it. And you don't have to worry about getting mugged for it.
I don't think I would ever buy Kindle or Sony Reader. But now that I've read up on the Ipad, I think I might have to reevaluate my opinion. It is amazing! It is something we have all seen in sci-fi movies and shows, and soon it will be a reality.
My only concern about using this to read books on is that I usually read books for HOURS at a time. Like 11 books in two and a half weeks. I'm afraid that the back-lit screen on the Ipad will prevent me from being able to read for such long periods of time due to the strain involved in looking at a computer screen. Maybe this back lit setting can be adjusted? Maybe it won't be that bad at all. All I know is that I'm going to get one. Oh yeah! Thank goodness I head about the Ipad in the nick of time, I was about five seconds away from buying a 64GB Ipod touch. Whew!!
Thursday, February 11, 2010
Kelley Armstong should thank Doubleday Publishing, because the cover and jacket both won me over. I had no idea that the author, Armstrong, was even Canadian. I would have stomped all over it like a flaming bag of poo had I known. See my post called "A big poo-poo on most Canadian art forms" for insight into my aversion of Canadiana.
I read two novels in a series of hers that kept me hooked from beginning to end.
I'm running for my life with three of my supernatural friends - a charming sorcerer, a cynical werewolf, and a disgruntled witch - and we have to find someone who can help us gain our freedom back before The Edison Group finds us first. Or die trying.