Wednesday, January 28, 2015

Writing Wednesday: Pinspiration

This Week's Theme: Printhia's Kind

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Five Brothers

After the Thing-I-Haven't-Named ruined the earth, only one man and his five sons, along with their wives survived.

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From each brother's choice came the five basic races.

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Concept Art World » Karl Lindberg - Fire Elf Eyes! O.O

From the oldest brother, came the Fire Elthian, the ones given the power of fire.

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Eyes

From the second oldest, came the Earth Elthian, they had the earth's power.

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From the middle brother, came the Human's, he chose to follow in his father's ways and had no special power.

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From the fourth brother, came the Water Elthian, his descendants had the power of water.

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From the last brother, came the Air Elthian, he chose the power that comes from the air.

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Puente Nuevo, Ronda, Spain

They spread out, and sub-races came up in different places around Printhia.

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Keep on Writing!

God Bless,
SDG
Joy

Thursday, January 22, 2015

A Look at Journals

Journaling is incredible.

I don't know how others journal, as each person does things a little differently.

I've kept a thoughts journal, for most of my life.
It's where I think through things and try to find words that portray what's in my head.

But last semester, with my creative writing class, I learned about creative writing journals.

It's one of those things that I step back and go 'why didn't I think of this before?'.
Easy.
Because I had no reason to think of using it before.

I brainstormed my stories in a notebook, and only my current stories.

I had a notebook for poetry.

But with a creative writing journal, you can experiment with your writing.
Experimenting has turned out to be so much fun!

What I've been working on lately in my journal has been my Point of Views.

You see, I've been having trouble with portraying emotion in my third person PoV, and imagery in my first person PoV.

What did I decide to do?

I've started to experimentally journal different ways of using PoV.

So. . .

Yup. 

I'm going to show some bits of my journal to show my point of what I need to work on.

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I start to lumber my way down the nearby forest trail.
I hear heavy breathing is up ahead, and lo and behold here he is. With. . . Friends? Four other guys, all bigger and heavier than him, seemingly pushing him about and threatening him.
I roll my eyes. Can’t thugs ever figure out how to not be so cliché? There’s more to the world than being bigger and heavier and acting tough. 

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Okay.
LOTS of telling.
What kind of forest? Is the trail pretty clear? What does this "he" look like? All I did was describe him as a guy. . . Throughout the entire journal entry.
Then again, I completely made up the characters on the spot while writing, but I could have given him a simple, cliche description. 

Now, an excerpt from my third person PoV.

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Carefully, he wraps the sleeping bundle in his own cloak, hiding the tell-tale red of royalty. 
They will not find her. Not when he’s with her.
He makes it out, but barely as the falcons circling are alerting their masters to anyone lurking on the grounds. Taking his horse, he escapes out of the city and into the wild plains. 

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Okay. 
I wrote this as a chase type of scene in a country I've started working on developing for one of my story worlds.
It does not feel tense, and up to this point (this is from the second-ish page of the entry) I have absolutely no feeling for the captain other than a small bit of "sorry you were picked" type of feeling. It's rather sad.
Oh, and I need to work on my telling again as well.
Some of it I like (the tell-tale red of royalty gives a lot of background to this story world I built), but what about the city? Is it sleeping? Bustling? Day? Night? I never made a reference to time of day throughout the entire journal! 

I have a lot to work on, but journaling help point it out.

If you haven't tried it yet, I suggest you do.

Keep on Writing!

God Bless,
SDG
Joy

Wednesday, January 21, 2015

Writing Wednesday: Pinspiration

This Week's Theme: Prompts/Dialogue/Quotes

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Kick, kiss, or kill?

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O,O Deh Plot Bunnies. . .

There is too much here for me to keep to one sentence, so I'm just stating that there's a lot that you can do with this one.

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I'll leave this one with the just one thing to dwell upon the possiblities; tone of voice.

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Brilliant, as it is very true that very few can escape these horrors known as war.

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Seeing as I write way too much internal dialogue in my stories. . .

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*nervous grin*

Just realize the tenses, and the possibilities of what did happen.

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XD

In conclusion, one that makes me laugh at the character you can see/hear in this quote. :)

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Keep on Writing!

God Bless,
SDG
Joy

Wednesday, January 14, 2015

Writing Wednesday: Pinspiration

This week's Theme: A Life Long Obsession

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Diamond coronet late 19th century

Every girl has dreamed of being royalty, including yours truly.

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circlet

This age old passion has crossed over into the genres that I love to read and write

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And what I dream of doing with my hair

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crown

I'm fascinated with all designs

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Diamond tiara circa 1900.

As long as they seem more practical, that is.

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An-Tir Coronation, WasteKeep July 2008 1390 | Flickr - Photo Sharing!

Never too big

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Antique Silver Clear Rhinestone Flower Rose Tiara Headpiece - Reminds me of Beauty and the Beast for some reason. :)

And always just right for the proper events

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Keep on Writing!
God Bless,
SDG
Joy

Wednesday, January 7, 2015

Writing Wednesday: Pinspiration

This week's theme: The Speaking Sea

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Oh look--it's a mermaid wearing a SHIRT! Somebody hug this artist

Long, long ago, they say the sea had a voice of it's own.

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I feel a story coming on...

They say the sea longed for the land, against every improbability.

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The land would have nothing to do with the sea, so the sea's children came.

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They raged war on any son of the land that ventured out too far.

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The sons of the land retaliated by capturing and enslaving the sons of the sea.

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Shark

But all of that was long, long ago.

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♒ Mermaids Among Us ♒ art photography & paintings of sea sirens & water maidens - Merman by DemonLife.deviantart

Now, only the myths remain.

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Keep on Writing!
God Bless,
SDG
Joy

Thursday, January 1, 2015

When a Scene Comes Calling

You know when you write something, a drabble perhaps, and it doesn't fit anywhere?

Nothing that you are working on.
Nothing planned for the future.
Nothing that you had thought of before.

It just.
Grew.

Well. 
That happened, and I'm super curious about this one.

I'm also uncertain about a lot of it.

For example:
What genre is it?
Why is she hiding her identity from her friends?
Who is this queen character, and what is she up to?
How trusting are her friends?
Et cetera and so on and so forth. 

You curious yet?

Okay.

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“I know you’re here. We can smell you.”
The female’s smooth, oily speech fills all my senses and I close my eyes and ears, biting my tongue to keep from retching. It’s still there.
“Will you take me to them? Will you promise that you will take me to them?” I finally gasp out. I can almost physically feel the female’s smile.
“Yes.”
With my eyes tightly shut and my hands over my ears, I stand up. Liquid iron tears my hands away from my ears and ties them behind my back.
“Smart girl.” The female murmurs, not that far from my ear. “Smarter than your comrades.”
“Diamonds.” Was all that I answer. I slowly sway my head from side to side. “Diamonds. Diamonds.” I repeat with a smirk.
They had me now. The Diamonds will try to take me. But me, I will not see.
The female’s watery laughter fills my being, followed by the sharp crackle of the males’ laughter. It cut off short soon after we started to walk. A hiss escapes the female and the liquid iron tightens. They know.
“Seer.” She hisses at me. A real smile tugs at my lips. Fire explodes in my senses and I crumple to the ground, only to be yanked up again by the liquid iron.
“Take her away.” The female hisses.
They drag me off. I still refuse to open my eyes. Every sense blurs together. My eyes are tired of being clenched together, but I will not open them. Sulfur fills my nose. Heat, pain, cold, fire. I feel everything. My mouth is parched and a bitter taste fills it. A great weariness fills me.
Yes. I know all about this from long ago.
Yes. I’ve come home once again.
I’m no longer the little girl I once was. Small. Afraid. Obedient. No. I’m home. And I’m not leaving it ever again.
A tight laugh escapes my chest, and my body becomes heavier. I know exactly where I am. I am back where I belong.
I’m in the queen’s chamber.
“Welcome home, little One.” A female’s voice, as light and flighty as silk evades my senses.
I nod stiffly.
“Oh little One. You know that closing your eyes is useless.” She laughs quietly. “You’ve already seen everything.”
I catch my breath as images invade my mind. Heights everywhere. Glittering lights evade almost every surface. A woman’s knowing smile. I clutch my eyes but they don’t leave. I drop to my knees and start to rock back and forth.
“There’s my little One.” The queen’s voice says with satisfaction. “Bring the first one in.”
I don’t hear anyone coming or going. Just the sound of Enoch’s voice entering my senses.
“Where are we going? What’s going on? Hera? Are you okay?”
He never shuts up.
“Ah. So you never told them your very name. Well, little One, I’ll tell him.” A rustling echoes throughout the room. “The woman that you call Hera is not-”
“Don’t. Please.” I beg through clenched teeth.
“Look at her.” I can literally feel the queen shake her head with my whole body.
“She is not Hera. Her name is Adhara Nova Dusana, and she is the noted Seer of our lands. You have perceived this, yes?”
Enoch does not make a sound, though I can physically feel his intense gaze. I crumple down even more, trying to become as small as I can on the floor, and please oh please, disappear.
“Go back to your, ‘friends’, and then we shall see what will happen next.”
I know that tone of voice all too well. She has used it when she does whatever is in her power to put me back in my place. My small, mindlessly obedient place in her world.
Not this time.
 With my eyes still fiercely closed, I force myself to stand up against every screaming memory.
“Enoch.” I say as clearly as I can. Ice explodes throughout my body, but I stand straight anyways, against the pain.
“Enoch, remember. D-” My body starts to crumble beneath me against everything that I try. “Diamonds.” I finally gasp out.
A chuckle explodes in my head as everything dims slowly to darkness and deepness and nothingness.
“Oh, my strong-willed One. I’m so glad you are back.”

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Intrigued?

I can go in either Sci Fi or Fantasy direction with this one, depending on the concepts I want to go with. 

What genre does it feel like to you?

Thanks!

Keep on Writing!
God Bless,
SDG
Joy