Writing Wednesday: Pinspiration

This week's Theme: Playground of Words

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A writers most basic of tools, are words.

~DEF~

Knowing words' meaning is of the up most importance.

~GHI~

Right next to proper usage,

~JKL~

Precision,

~MNO~

And the languages they come from.

~PQR~

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

~STU~

Keep on Writing!

God Bless,

SDG

Joy

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.

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

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

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More is known about the Sylph than the Satyrs

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

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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

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

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

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Keep on Writing!

God Bless

SDG
Joy

Writing Wednesday: Pinspiration

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

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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.

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

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Two groups have been spotted so far and documented.

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The Northern group

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The Southern group

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

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Keep on Writing!

God Bless

SDG

Joy

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