Sunday, December 27, 2015

Quotable Sundays


"You use a glass mirror to see your face; you use works of art to see your soul."
~George Bernard Shaw, Back to Methuselah

Maybe for Snow White... *pokes that plot bunneh*:

Sunday, December 20, 2015

Quotable Sundays


"Art is one of the means by which man grapples and assimilates reality."
~Ralph Fox, The Novel and the People

Double exposure:

Thursday, December 17, 2015

Journals; Why keep them?

I started writing in a Pooh Bear journal, I'm not even sure how old I was, but I was barely able to draw the letters let alone spell correctly. I've kept a journal of some kind ever since. They have ranged from college ruled spiral notebooks to fancy leather bound with a clasp. They have contained my sappy and angst filled teen poetry, my first story ideas, even some of my first figure drawings of my characters. 

Journaling has been a big part of my being a writer and passing on how it has helped seems like the most natural thing for me to do, so here it goes, the four biggest ways keeping a journal has helped me grow as a writer.

6 #handmade and recycled #notebooks for warm weather jottings. #recycling:

1. You are writing.
Oh no duh, but this is the biggest reason that it's helped me. You have a few minutes between a class and lunch. Find a quiet spot, sit down and write a little bit in your journal. I tend to prefer being tech free, especially when I don't know what I'm going to do with a new project, and my journal has enabled me to outline, experiment with concepts, and even simply write my stories away from computers.

2. It opens your eyes.
I never limit what I write in my journal. It contains shopping lists, class schedules, snippets of poetry, overheard conversations, descriptions of smells in a certain place, brain storming for class projects, alphabets for other languages (*cough*Tangwar*cough*), and so much more. This has enabled me to look at what has happened in my life and pull from everything when ever I need to.

3. Freedom to experiment.
Ever dreamed about writing poetry? Ever dreamed about writing a best selling movie? What about creating your own language? Well, so have I to all three of those. The beauty of working with a journal, it enables you to play around with your dreams. Sometimes you find out that some of them do work, and sometimes they don't. The beauty of a journal is that you see yourself grow as you play around with them.

4. Discovering your voice.
A writer's individual voice is something that each of us aspires to have, and we each do have it. The only way to discover it is to keep writing, and eventually you notice things that always end up coming out. Me? I tend to be down to earth, with a little bit of smirk thrown in now and then. That doesn't mean I found it right away. In fact, I'm still not one hundred percent certain that I've found exactly what my writer's voice is, but I have a feeling that it's something that grows with you.

Keep on Writing!

God Bless,
SDG
Joy

Tuesday, December 15, 2015

A New Age

Okay, it's by far time that I take blogging way more seriously than what I have been.
As such, I'm going to start actually writing blog posts.

Reading love:

So over the next few weeks while I'm on break I'll be brainstorming topics, finding inspiration of how I'd like to write them, and start writing them.
In fact, I hope to start writing some this very week, now that finals are done!
I'm actually really excited at this idea, and hopefully being organized with this will be a real turning point for me.

Keep on Writing!

God Bless,
SDG
Joy

Sunday, December 13, 2015

Quotable Sundays


"I'm always highly irritated by people who imply that writing fiction is an escape from reality. It is a plunge into reality."
~Flannery O'Connor, "The Nature and Aim of Fiction"

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Sunday, December 6, 2015

Quotable Sundays


"The poet's job is not to tell you what happened, but what happens: not what did take place, but the kind of thing that always does take place."
~Northrop Frye, The Educated Imagination

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Sunday, November 29, 2015

Quotable Sundays

Well, I needed to get back somehow into a groove of sorts, so I'm going back to planning ahead.
From now until who knows when, I'm posting quotes on Sundays.

Today's quote:

"When we are at a play, or looking at a painting or a statue, or reading a story, the imaginary work must have such an effect on us that it enlarges our own sense of reality."
~Madeleine L'Engle, Walking on Water

waves:

Monday, November 16, 2015

The Halt

So I have a problem.

On the 31st of October, my computer died.
A wonderful date for that to happen, huh?

I've lost a whole lot of work, because I didn't back things up.

Yup.
All writers, please heed this plea.
Backup your files somewhere.

So I'm back to square one with a lot of projects until my dad gets my data off of the hard drive.

All homework is done at the library or on my wonderful friends' laptops (my eternal thanks guys!).

Overall, I've given up on the thought of completing this year's NaNoWriMo, thanks to this unforeseen event, though as you can see, I did try at first.

The number you see on the device thingy?
That was all written on my phone.
Yup.
I can't keep doing that, as more than once I wanted to throw my phone and auto-correct at the wall.
(bad idea, especially if your phone is your only current device that still allows you to talk to family and friends without having to go somewhere else. . .)

Any who.

I might not come back for a while.

Or at least, I'll not be coming back with my A Step of Faith series for a while.
Though, I might be able to use them to still work on some story things.

Oh well, maybe I need to work on some Pinspiration posts next.

Keep on Writing!

God Bless,
SDG
Joy

Thursday, October 15, 2015

NaNoWriMo, Shakespeare, and All Else Inbetween

Life seems almost topsy-turvy to me right now.

I'm having such a hard time staying on top of things for school, that I've ended up neglecting a lot of things.
But, I really don't want to do that for long.

My current plan of action:
1. Go as far and as hard as I can on NaNoWriMo.
Work on one of my stories that I have had sitting around.
At least get a small rough draft started, if not the entire thing.
Oh, and self, don't worry too much about the details this time. . .
2. Journal more.
I have to do this anyways for my script writing class, but I've been severely neglecting it.
Journaling can and probably will be, random bits of poetry, funny quotes from kids and people, to even playing around with different scene ideas.

Well, I have to prepare myself for tonight now.
I'm going to see a version of Hamlet in theaters, with Benedict Cumberbatch in it!
I'm super excited, as he is a really good actor, and I've recently developed a love for Shakespeare.

All right, I think that's all for now.
May the dragon's fly high, and the journey short!

Keep on Writing!

God Bless,
SDG
Joy

Thursday, September 24, 2015

A Step of Faith: The Endless Cage

Well, time for a break from the never ending swell of homework.

The Title: The Endless Cage



This one started off from a picture of a young woman in front of a birdcage holding a bird.
It started off as fantasy and evolved. . .
Into a futuristic sci-fi/post-apocalyptic.
Go figure.
But it works beautifully!
And I'm really intrigued on how this will end up being about, because the main character has amnesia, and she's the only one we really meet for the longest time.
But there's another character, and he I barely know, and is super quiet.
Well, I guess I would have to learn more when it's written.

A desolate loneliness touched the farthest reaches of her soul / Digital Painting by Sonia Verdu:

She doesn't remember anything.
Her name.
Where she is.
How long she's been here.
What happened before.
Nothing.
Yet somehow, her hands know the instruments she finds from time to time.
Somehow, she knows which animals to evade and which ones to face.
And most of all, somehow she knows that she should never open her mouth, not even to scream.
Everything has been fine for a while now, but today has been different.
Today, someone with a deep voice called to her when she was hiding.
Someone, who called her Adaya.

I'm pretty sure that this would be centered around a post-apocalyptic world where there are people trying to figure out how mankind would survive mentally while alone.
This would be in first person, as that would make the most sense.
I'm still not certain about who she is. . .
It's driving me nuts. . .
Bah.
I need to write this sometime.
I really do.
Thoughts? Advice? Ideas? Anything is welcome. :)

Keep on Writing!

God Bless,
SDG
Joy

Thursday, September 17, 2015

A Step of Faith: The Dreaming Room

Well.
Here comes the next on my list.

Title: The Dreaming Room


This is, yet again, a Cinderella retelling.
This one, though, doesn't really have an exact genre it fits in.
There's a futuristic, almost contemporary feel to it, with some fantasy elements, mixed with a hint of thriller and a dash of romance.
This story particularly deals with captivity, and what happens to one's mind.
I guess you could say that this Cinderella is dealing with Stockholm Syndrome, and what happens to get her out of it.
It's all centered on one pivotal point, an invitation to a celebration.
This particular invitation, is presented to the main character by someone. . .
Almost, let's just say almost familiar.
Oh, and I have no idea how I'm going to fit in a fairy godmother. . .
Maybe she won't be in it?
But let's not forget the title.
That part.
Well, let's just say that if Cinderella kept falling asleep among the cinders, would the room with the fireplace not be called the room she dreams in?
Simple, really, but sweet.
Onward!

more double exposure:

It's been years since she last set a foot out doors.
Well, off of the family property.
Eloise Duell never thought that was strange, or at least she would tell herself that.
But today, today is different.
Abraham Cofield, an old friend from before her father died, has suddenly turned up again.
And with him, an invitation to break free.
She doesn't know what from yet, but she can't help but wonder if it includes something to do with the room.
The dreaming room.

Well, that took some thinking out, and a lot of leaving out, but hey.
It's a work in progress.
Questions? Advice? Ideas? Anything is Welcome!

Keep on Writing!

God Bless,
SDG
Joy

Monday, September 14, 2015

A Step of Faith: Dreamer's Ball

This one technically came before the other Dreamer book in the list, but that would have been out of order and reveal some things, so. . .
Title: Dreamer's Ball



I really don't like that title.
I really need to find a better one.
But anyways, I liked playing around with the main character, Grettie, from Dreamer's Bridge so much that I didn't want to stop with one book idea.
I did two.
This one I decided to play around with the Cinderella story.
Instead of a step-family, it's extended family.
Instead of a prince, it's a leader of a smuggling ring, who inherited his position from his family.
I'm still not sure about the story world, but I'm leading towards a steam-punk style early 1900's.
Not quite bustle skirts and petticoats, but not quite historical 1900's.
Anyways.
Here's what I have for the synopsis.

Eva Green during the shooting of Dior: Midnight Poison Campaign, 2007:

Grettie has upset the village, and until things cool down, it no longer is good for her to stay there.
Her grandparents send her off to the city, to live with her widowed aunt and her three cousins.
Once there, they at first treat her like she was one of them, but that quickly changes.
Placed under their harsh cook, her limits are pushed.
But she still hangs on.
Until she one day she runs into a strange man in the market.
He's quiet, and soon she starts to notice him again and again, and slowly they start to interact.
Winter approaches, and the family gets ready for the week long winter festival, where each day ends in a ball.
When they mock her ability to go, she turns to the friends that she has made for help.
A group of older women in charge of a few shops collaborate together to get her dressed for the first ball, only for the cook to intervene and stop her.
The next day she the older women intervene again and literally escort her to the ball.
There, the quiet man from the market is the center of attention.
And she's now the full center of his attention.
Which she quickly discovers, is not the place where she wants to be.

Poor Grettie, she keeps meeting people with bad reputations.
I wonder if I should find her a storyline that doesn't end like that. . .
Who knows.
Questions? Advice? Ideas? Anything is welcome. :)

Keep on Writing!

God Bless
SDG
Joy

Sunday, September 13, 2015

A Step of Faith: Dreamer's Bridge

The next idea is a little out of order, but that's the way it's done sometimes.

Title: Dreamer's Bridge



This one came from taking one element out of a fairy tale, and seeing where that leads me.
I decided that I didn't want to give Little Red Riding Hood a crimson garment that would be easily seen in the woods from a distance in broad daylight.
Taking that element led me down many interesting paths. . .
I also turned the idea of the wolf into two different characters; a young nobleman's son and a banker.
This introduced some interesting conflict.
Mix that in with a few dashes of super-natural, entrapment in an old monastery wine cellar, and an unlikely friendship between Red and some old ladies, and I quite like the idea.
I just need to actually sit down and write it.
Here goes.

Beautiful:

Grettie had no idea that the stranger was going to bring so much problems.
Nor did she want the banker to appear with a two week deadline for paying off her grandparents farm.
But there is little, so it seems, that she can do.
When offered a job running errands shortly after the banker's visit, she readily accepts.
Now, with some new courage she didn't know she had, Grettie races against time to save the only family she has ever known, and be back home before the moon rises.

That's all that I have for now.
I know some of it is vague, and there isn't much to it actually written out, but there are some things that I leave to develop later, when I know a lot more about the story.
Also known as when I start writing it.
So!
Questions? Advice? Ideas? Anything is welcome. :)

Keep on Writing!

God Bless,
SDG
Joy

Saturday, August 29, 2015

What is this Gotheg?

I tend to forget things.
And one thing that I tend to forget, is how many worlds I have and how many I've actually shared.

One of my favorites, though, is the world of Gotheg.

Named after I studied Gothic architecture in high school, I took to the name like glue.
(If you don't quite get it, I replaced the -ic in gothic, with -eg, and quite liked the sound.)

I started researching different Gothic architecture, particularly cathedrals and gargoyles.

Then I let it drop for a while. . .

Until I started playing around with a story idea that centered around a box that made things magical.
(Which, by the way, is now a completely different story. Imagine that.)

I started to play with adding viking-ish details and cultural aspects to it, and it became what I have now today.
Most of the climates are based on Scandinavia, down to the island countries.
I'm playing around with possibly adding some warmer climates to the world, but so far that's been a no-go.

So yeah!
That's what I have so far for my Gotheg world, which I might post more about later. . .
First comes College life, and writing my stories.

Keep on Writing!

God Bless
SDG
Joy 

Sunday, August 16, 2015

A Step of Faith: The Dark and the Delicate

Next up in my folder: The Dark and the Delicate



This idea came from a dream.
It was really weird, because a smattering of my family and I (four of us out of my six sisters and I) were for some reason in Europe when war broke out against the US.
We were in an enemy country, so we had to somehow go somewhere safe.
Which ended up being a mountain estate of someone's, a huge modern/castle-like mansion, where they were also hiding seven other foreign women.
I got a small room with this beautiful view, a tiny desk (that held the Narnia series and a notebook, all that evidently I had brought with me), and a small bed in this nook/closet area.
Days, then months passed and no one came to help us out of the country.
We settled into a routine, and we didn't get much information outside of the small rural village that was a little way below us.
It goes on, to include druid-like magic users and enslavement via these weird necklaces and lots of walking in the dark.
Let me just say that it was a very vivid dream.
And I decided to run with it.
Here's what I have!
(By the by, I'm going with a contemporary fantasty feel for this story. . .)

Dancing Princesses

War has broken out.
In the southern hills and mountains of France, twelve foreign women seek refuge.
Duke Risbond, a wealthy land and business owner opens his spacious home to them.
For a few weeks, they wait for help to arrive.
Then one night, a man heavily robed sneaks into the building.
He knows his way well, and goes into one of the smaller rooms that one of the women are staying in.
She is sound asleep, and he enters a secret chamber in her room without disturbing her.
Or so he hopes.
In reality, she watched his every move from the shadows of her bed.
The next night, he does the same thing, and the woman slips in past him.
Doing so, she sets off an ancient secret that puts her own life and the lives of the eleven other women in danger.
They are now at the mercy of the Hiero Vasileios.

So. . . Yeah.
I pretty much see this in terms of a simple story, that, in many ways, seems too simple.
It's so much like the classic twelve dancing princesses' story, that I've never had too much of an interest in actually working on the characters.
Which is why I love Pinterest.
I can always discover something to keep my interest.
Questions? Advice? Ideas? Anything is welcome. :)

Keep on Writing!

God Bless,
SDG
Joy

Thursday, August 6, 2015

A Step of Faith: The Crystal Legend

So I guess I might as well do another one today.

Today's Little Bunny: The Crystal Legend



This idea came about when I put together three things: A cool looking picture, one of the countries I developed for Gypsy Gift, and the idea of what if this world had invisible beings that were going extinct?
Almost like saying ghosts are now extinct, but they weren't always, so that would be why we are still scared of them.
Hah.
Now there's a new idea within itself.
But anyways, I took it and I ran with it and this is what came out.

The Legend of the Crystal Steed

In a time when nobility understood the importance of educating the lower classes, rumors are flying.
Invisible creatures are back, they say, the invisible creatures from the age of myths.
The nobles do everything they can to deny this.
First livestock start to act oddly.
Then children start to disappear.
When a young prince and his entourage disappear on a hunt, a young philosopher is ordered to find the truth behind this.
He bands up with a pickpocket, a nobleman, and a swine herder. 

I did end up throwing in a cliche twist in there, but it just fits with this story and makes me smile so wide!
Oh, the adventures to write!
Questions? Advice? Idease? Anythings is welcome! :)

Keep on Writing!

God Bless
SDG
Joy

Wednesday, July 29, 2015

Writing Wednesday: Pinspiration

This week's Theme: Playground of Words

~ABC~

"More than two weeks ago, I finished up a one-act play--I did the final edit, hit the deadline, then heartily congratulated myself. In the days leading up to the deadline, I was writing 3+ hours eac..."

A writers most basic of tools, are words.

~DEF~

Finally! I hate when that happens!

Knowing words' meaning is of the up most importance.

~GHI~

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Right next to proper usage,

~JKL~

Writing Tips  Deflate those Inflated Phrases

Precision,

~MNO~

.Word Root of the Day

And the languages they come from.

~PQR~

Descriptive feelings

Bonus: I just can't get over how wonderful this chart is <3 p="">

~STU~

Keep on Writing!

God Bless,
SDG
Joy

Sunday, July 26, 2015

A Step of Faith: Conflicsion Finds Conclusion

This is one of those ideas that I didn't care for at first, but have never let go.
Plus I don't like the title, but go figure.

Idea: Conflicsion Finds Conclusion



This is one of those ideas, that came from a picture, and a character jumped out and didn't let me go.
Those are so annoying. . .
But I really do like this character.
I didn't name him until recently, but his desperation and constant searching just haunted me.
His world breathed darkness, evil, and a thirst for something more, and I had nothing else to go off of.
If anything, it reminded me of how I felt after I read Legend of Sleepy Hollow, and the Scarlet Letter. . .
Maybe that's why I ended up giving him the background that I did.
Anyways, here we go.

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Emlyn was born an outcast.
The oldest son of the local witch, Eithne Byrne, he was immediately labeled an outcast.
His life looked dark, and his mother was pushing him to join her in her practices.
Then, like a ray of possible light, a strange family came to town.
Their daughter, Anya, immediately became something that resembled everything that he could never be.
Good.
Whole.
Free.
As time runs out for him to decide, he reaches out, hoping that he will make it out whole by daybreak.

Yeah. . .
Still lots of work, but it won't let me be.
Questions? Advice? Ideas? Anything is welcome. :)

Keep on Writing!

God Bless,
SDG
Joy

Shadow Wings: An Update

So I discovered that it has been two whole years since I wrote my first novel.

It has sat on my laptop, stewing, and waiting for me to notice it again.

As you probably noticed, I remembered about it a week or so ago, and pulled it up again.

And.
I.
Cringed.

It didn't feel like a completed story to me.
It bothered me, and now. . .

Now I decided to add on to it.

If you think of stories in three acts, like a play, Shadow Wings felt like it had just reached the beginning of the third act.

So guess what I'm doing with the rest of my summer?

I'm finishing up my story of course.

And I'm changing the point of view. . .
Writing in first person was nice for learning to concentrate on one person, but there was much that I left out because of it.
This is a first draft, after all, so I'm not going to complain too much now. . .
But it will be killer when it comes to editing it later.

Oh well.

I'm at least going somewhere. :)

Keep on Writing!

God Bless,
SDG
Joy

Wednesday, July 22, 2015

A Step of Faith: Colors of Night

This time around: Colors of Night



I have this fascination with random things, and one of them is the aspect of color.
When I read The Giver by Lois Lowry, I was absolutely amazed that she took the idea of color and emotions going together, and how she applied that in her story.
How I didn't even catch it until-
Oh, hi bunny trail; I'll wave hi as you go by. . .
Sorry, back to my original train of thought before it derails.
Back up.
I basically took that fascination of color, added a couple of pictures I found online, and a dystopian/post-apocalyptic story emerged.
I haven't really done much with it, but here's what I have.

...

Iria was born into a world where color is used as a commodity, and is sold to the highest bidder.
Born with the gift of crafting colors into pictures, she was sold to a color house long ago.
Ciar was born into a world where color was taken away from the people, and only used as a form of torture.
He is a young guard in a high tech facility, who flinches at the sounds of the horror of color.
Until one night, Ciar dreams of a girl in beautiful color, and isn't afraid.
Separated, gifted, and now thought going insane, the two unlikely souls search for a way to cross realities before they are finished forever by those around them.

Okay, I had a bit of fun with writing that on the spot towards the end.
So what do you think?
Questions? Advice? Ideas? Anything is welcome. :)

Keep on Writing!

God Bless,
SDG
Joy

Writing Wednesday: Pinspiration

This Week's Theme: Printhia's Kinds, cont.: Sylph

~-"-~

Breathtaking!!!

More is known about the Sylph than the Satyrs

~-"-~

Narcissus, Caravaggio

A more outgoing group, they are known for their narcissistic behavior

~-"-~

Beautiful

They never claimed one location, instead they drifted in clans and hid amongst the other nations

~-"-~

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They have even been known to claim to be gods and have lead cults

~-"-~

Veil.

Their most telling sign, is their treasured full lace clothes that they wear ceremonially

~-"-~



Because of their superb ability to blend in, few are able to notice them before it's too late

~-"-~

Keep on Writing!

God Bless
SDG
Joy

Wednesday, July 15, 2015

Writing Wednesday: Pinspiration

This Week's Theme: Printhia's Kinds, Cont.; Satyrs

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Africa | Morocco, Haut Atlas, Imilchil, young Berber girls of Ait Haddidou tribe during the Wedding Moussem (festival) | Scanned from the National Geographic, January 1980 publication. | Article written by Carla Hunt, photographs by Nik Wheeler.

Satyrs have been spotted in the mountainous regions, and are said to bring trouble on settlements.

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Yet others have said that they are great guides, and eager for companionship.

~|~

Mongolian Yourte interior style inspiration by ConfidentLiving

One of the rare writings on them states that they live in nomadic tents.

~|~


Two groups have been spotted so far and documented.

~|~

Mongolia

The Northern group

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Specialty-stitched coat from Alabama Chanin

The Southern group

~|~


Many brave men have tried to befriend them, but with so little known about them, few have succeeded.

~|~

Keep on Writing!

God Bless
SDG
Joy

Monday, July 13, 2015

It Was My First

During my senior year in high school, I wrote my first complete story.
I followed a curriculum, that instructed me to write a twelve chapter adventure novel, and I discovered something.

I love creating stories.

I could see myself doing this, for years to come, and never get tired of it.
It used all of my loves, of culture, creation, and individuality in people/characters.
It pushed my mind constantly, forcing me to always learn and prod different possibilities and solutions.
I could play with the impossible, and make it possible.
I was certain that was what I wanted to do for the rest of my life.

Then hit reality.

My story never felt complete.


My first novel, Shadow Wings, followed the curriculum exactly.
Twelve chapters.
Each chapter had a goal that accomplished something.
The characters were developed and used accordingly.
It was shorter than I wanted, at about twenty thousand words, instead of the fifty plus that the others who had completed the curriculum had.

And something was missing.

I now know, that as it was my first novel, there was a lot of potential, but by following the curriculum to a t, I left a lot of potential out of it.

I'm a rule follower, and so when someone lays down boundaries, I seldom cross them.

I think that if I had followed the story down the road it wanted to go down, it would have gone on a lot longer.
It should never have stopped after Kallie, my main character, reached the prison planet.
There was, and still is, a huge potential of a longer story.
In fact, lately I've taken to looking at the possibility of creating multiple stories from this.

Maybe a novella playing around with Hosea and Alondra's young, lovely, and tragic story.
Or a short story about how Guthrie came to be the deadly man he is, yet still so feeling compared to his comrades.
Or how about Abigail?
I tried to turn Kallie's story into hers, and it isn't working.
Not to mention Merle, and why she is so important.

Writing my first sort of story, I discovered how much I had to learn.
That even though I love creating the story, I still had so much to learn to write it.

Shadow Wings was my first story, and yes, I still love it in its incompleteness.

Maybe one day, I can mold it into its full potential.

Keep on Writing!

God Bless,
SDG
Joy

Sunday, July 12, 2015

A Step of Faith: Carousel Song

I am bored today, so here's the next idea: Carousel Song



This one actually has been lingering with me for a long time.
When I was younger (I don't even remember how old I was. . .), I read a picture book that was about a carousel that came alive at night.
That idea stayed with me for a very long time, and when I was a teenager I combined it with two (possibly three) things that I love: Family, and Sci-Fi/Fantasty.
I didn't like the idea of creating the one cliche (to me at least) single main character, who just falls in love with another sub-main character, when they were in their mid teens, like I was then.
I wasn't even in a place or position to even start thinking about what having a boyfriend would be like, so in hind sight, I don't blame my teenage self.
So. . . 
Here it is, after the many evolutions it has gone through.

Carousel Horses by Anne Wipf
This reminds me of the book that originally inspired this, but it isn't quite like it. . .

The two main characters are sisters, Melvina and Skye.
Their father is the keeper of the carousel that is in their town.
They have known for many years, that the carousel was special, they just didn't know how.
The day after Skye's (some teen number) birthday, she is introduced to how to take care of the carousel with her sister and father.
That night, she learns their family's secret: The carousel is alive.
The horses, of all kinds and colors, become alive after (some yet to be determined time)
For some unknown reason, her father disappears without a reason that same night.
They find (a communication of some sort) that informs them about something (not really decided, but something about their father. . .).
They discover somehow that the horses actually act as guards of a kind to other worlds and realms, and one of them has gone missing.
The over arching premise is to find their father.
The story is broken down into twenty-six short episodes, I guess you can put it.
Originally, they were just stories of modern girls exploring my imaginary worlds, but then last year I came up with the episode/chapter titles, and that gave them more of a plot.
I'm actually thinking that this might be the stories that I work on during the rest of this summer. . .

Questions? Advice? Ideas? Anything is welcomed! :)

Keep on Writing!

God Bless
SDG
Joy

Wednesday, July 8, 2015

A Step of Faith: Becoming a Gentleman

Well, it's past time for me to do another one of these.

My next idea (type, thing) is: Becoming a Gentleman 



I started this one when I first started to play around with the Steam Punk genre.
I personally don't see much in it yet, but I still love the title and the feel of it.
Oh yes, I don't think of these ideas/stories as one dimensional thought, but with all my senses.
This one in particular feels like old supple leather and smells of black tea that was steeped too long.
I never really sat down and wrote down any of my thoughts on this, but I'll try to remember all that I can.
(Self, please don't forget to do that again. . .)

Steampunk

(MC) was some kind of street kid, who was snagged off the street by someone (or maybe an organization???).
He decides to go into the police force, especially as he sees himself as a fairer officer towards his fellows.
When he finally gets his badge, he is immediately moved to a finer district and put on a watch for a grand mansion.
There was something about assassins as well, and someone with spy information that needed to be kept guarded.
And for some reason, there was nobility and upper class stuff that he had to learn.

Really self, why didn't you write this one down?
Oh well.
There it is.
All that I can remember about it.

(Oh, all of my picture story ideas are kept on my computer, and automatically alphabetized, so. . . expect all future story ideas from A-Z :D )

Questions? Advice? Ideas? Anything is welcome! :)

Keep on Writing!

God Bless,
SDG
Joy

Writing Wednesday: Pinspiration

This week's theme: Printhia's Kinds, cont.; Air Elthian

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From the fifth and last Brother, came the Air Elthian.

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#bridge #stone #Bridge_of_Immortals #China #gorge #cliffs #rock

Little is known of where they disappeared to.

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Dark eyes instead.

When they do appear, they are known to be tricksters, and not to be trusted.

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Their women are cunning, and skilled in their mysterious arts.

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It has been rumored that two sub-races have developed from them, though few has survived to confirm.

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The mysterious Satyrs,

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And the devious Sylph.

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Keep on Writing!

God Bless,
SDG
Joy