Monday, 5 October 2015

Bookshelf Tag

The ever-lovely Christine tagged me to make this super fun post, all about a bookworm's favorite thing: their bookshelf!

Prepare yourself, this is a long one.


1~Describe your bookshelf (or wherever it is you keep your books-it doesn’t actually have to be a shelf!) and where you got it from:

I've had this shelf for . . . pretty much as long as I've been alive. It remains, to this day, the only bookshelf I have. We have like three family bookshelves, and my brother has one of his own, but this is the only one that's mine. 

2~Do you have any special or different way of organizing your books?
Ok, I'm kinda weird. I sort my books more or less by height, pretty much only varying from this when it would split up books by the same author. Like so:

I ran out of room, hence the horizontal stacks. But see how the largest books are at the edges?

3~What’s the thickest (most amount of pages) book on your shelf?
Well, I have a giant study bible on my shelf, does that count? Lol if not, I also have Eona by Alison Goodman, at 637 pages.

4~What’s the thinnest (least amount of pages) book on your shelf?
Hehe, a funny little book called Bloodhounds Inc. 2: The Mystery of the Invisible Knight, by Bill Myers, at a scant 124 pages.

Also, that is my stuffed moose Monroe. You may also call him Moses, because Lizzy did one time and it was hilarious. 

5~Is there a book you received as a birthday gift?
Ummm . . . most of them? XD I also get them for Christmas!

6~What’s the smallest (height and width wise) book on your shelf?
Pick any of the stacked ones:

Or one of the thin ones to the side!

7~Is there a book from a friend on your shelf?
These ones at least, possibly others as well:

The Enchanted Forest coloring book by Johanna Basford, The Cat's Pajamas (a picture-and-info book about cats!) by Rachael Hale, and How to Tell if Your Cat is Plotting to Kill You by . . . The Oatmeal. Ok.

8~Most expensive book?
Well, as I mentioned before, most of the books on my shelf are gifts, but . . . since my schoolbooks on the shelf also, probably The Illustrated Guide to Veterinary Medical Terminology by Janet Amundson Romich for like . . . $120? I can't quite remember. 

9~The last book you read on your shelf?
The Reckoning by M.L. Tyndall. I got it for my birthday last(ish) month!

10~Of all the books on your shelf, which was the first you read?
Of the ones on my shelf? Probably one of these two:

Shadow of His Hand by Anita Dittman, and Abby: Lost at Sea by Pamela Walls.

11~Do you have the complete series of any book series?
They're not really a "series," but I have all these Julie Klassen books:

There's also the other pirate books from the Reckoning picture in question 9 (which is all the books in the series so far), and the Abby books from pictures in 10 and 6. There's also these dragon books by Donita K. Paul, which is the actual, full (as far as I know) series:

12~What’s the newest addition to your shelf?
These three secondhand store finds, and my birthday book:

Artemis Fowl by Eoin Colfer, The Time Traveler's Wife by Audrey Niffenegger, and Cinder by Marissa Meyer.

13~What book has been on your shelf FOREVER?
Hmm . . .  gotta be those Abby books.

14~What’s the most recently published book on your shelf?
Harkening back once again to The Reckoning, which only released this past . . . July?

15~The oldest book on your shelf (as in, the actual copy is old)?
Oh, could be any of these, I actually have no earthly idea:

Anne of Green Gables by L.M. Montgomery, The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes and The Return of Sherlock Holmes by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, and the Chronicles of the Deryni trilogy by Katherine Kurtz.

16~A book you’d hate to let out of your sight (aka a book you never let someone borrow)?
Ha! Well, like most people, I'd have to say . . . almost everything on my shelf. X) I do let my close friends borrow things, though. They know to be careful. ;)

17~Most beat up book?
Probably The Return of Sherlock Holmes, from the picture in 15.

18~Most pristine book?
ONCE AGAIN probably The Reckoning, because it's the newest, but most of my books are in excellent condition.

19~A book from your childhood?
Well, I already mentioned a couple, but there's this one also:

Andrea Carter and the Dangerous Decision by Susan K. Marlow. I got it when I was 12, so I don't know if it reeeaally counts as "childhood," but . . . close enough. All our books from when we were really young are stacked in the basement.

20~A book that’s not actually your book?
All the ones in the picture from 15 could possibly not be defined as "mine." Also I actually have one of my brother's books and a few "shared" books on my shelf, now that I look at it. Meh. There's no room on his shelf, either. And MOST of the books on his shelf are "shared," so . . . we just have books all over the place. X)

21~A book with a special/different cover (e.g. leather bound, soft fuzzy cover etc.)?
Not exactly, but this Wizardology book from Candlewick Press probably comes the closest, with faux jewels and raised writing on the cover:

22~A book that is your favorite color?

23~Book that’s been on your shelf the longest that you STILL haven’t read?
Ha . . . haha . . . whoops. The first Deryni one from back in 15, and this one:

Sword in the Stars by Wayne Thomas Batson. It's not that I don't like Batson's work; I really do. I just can't seem to get into this one? I'm like a third in, and I've been there for months. Oopsy. Also, that's my brother's dagger that I borrowed for this photo op. He got it in Alnwyck Castle in Scotland!


As you can maybe tell, I busted out my trusty Canon for this book photoshoot. It was fun! The tag and the pictures.

I won't tag anyone, as per usual, but if you want to do it, please go ahead! BUT!!! Go back to Christine's tag for the questions. I took out a few of them, since the answer would have just been, ". . . nope!" Have fun!

Wednesday, 30 September 2015

Authorly Bucket List Tag

Ashley from [insert title here] tagged me for this. All you do is list 3-7 things that you're really bad at in writing, and then 3-7 things that you want to try in writing. Sounds easy, right?


...Anyway, let's start with stuff I'm, shall we say, less good at.


1. Titles 
We've got a fairly self-explanatory problem to start off with. Most of the book files on my computer are named things like "Gypsy Story," "Unnamed Book of Awesomeness," "The Book," "New Story," etc. What I call it might have something to do with the plotline/characters of the book, or it might just be, "yeah, that new one I'm working on." I've yet to entitle a book with an actual, workable name.

2. Description
Sometimes I'll be going along, writing, and I'll realize that I never told my potential readers what my main character looks like. Or what their surroundings look like. He/she is just a faceless entity floating through an empty void. Then I'll info dump a buttload of description in a giant paragraph, say, "I'll fix it later," and move on to the next description-less location.

3. Character Development/Personalities
Like description, this is also something that would be fixed in the elusive editing stage. But as I write my story, my characters will often seem . . . flat. Often their voices are carbon copies of one another. They sound like everyone else, use the same words as everyone else, have the same sense of humor, the same motivators as everyone else. I've yet to master the 3D character. Speaking of motivators:

4. Having Reasons/Motivations
I mean, I'll have a general motivation for a lot of things. We have to get here and see this person because of X. But sometimes getting there is a challenge. Why is so and so coming along, too? Just because she's "joined the party?" This isn't a video game. And why can't they do such and such a thing instead? It seems easier than doing that other thing. This line of thought often leads to:

5. Rants/Digression
My characters like to go off on their own. Oh, we have to go retrieve that thing from the vault? Let's go to the library and look for information on ACTUALLY LITERALLY NOTHING. We have to leave the city? Let's stop by and talk to this guy's estranged mother first. We're training with swords? Let's discuss the pros and cons of fighting with fluttery hand-fans for like a full page because why the heck not?

6. Romance
I love cheese, but mostly I only love it in food form. Cheesy romance? Blech. Gazing longingly into each other's eyes and whatnot? I don't know. It's not like I've tried to write a whole ton of romance in my stories, but when I do, it just comes out . . . weird.

7. Writing
Hah . . . ahaha . . . ha. I always complain about never reaching the end of my story, but it's always my own fault (but I mean, who else's fault would it be?). I can be making great progress in a story, and then, somewhere in the middle, I just . . . stop. Every time. I sort of run out of ideas and steam, and just give up. I should really try to not do that anymore.


1. A Story Without Romance
And not just because I'm bad at writing it. I want to try writing a story just for the adventure, or the intrigue, or the awesome friendships. I really want to attempt to do away with the ever-present, "yes, but the guy must get the girl" of it all. 

2. Breaking Cliches
I've actually sort of tried this one before. Ogre's aren't brainless brutes, dwarves don't like mining, elves aren't fabulous and all-knowing, vampires aren't undead, a "fantasy world" that has all the technological amenities of our world, that sort of thing. I like the idea, and I may have to try again sometime . . . !

3. Connecting Short Stories
I'm not even sure how this would work, actually. But I really enjoyed participating in Ashley's summer writing prompt. Writing a short story like that is (obviously) easier than hashing out a whole novel. So I though, what if I could make a whole bunch of short stories in the same world, then have them connect? Like vignette, or....something. Sunny knows what I'm talking about, she actually did this for school one time.

4. Middle Grade
Slightly shorter stories, the acceptance of plotlines without heavy elements, a greater tolerance for goofiness . . . these things appeal to me. I'm not sure I could actually write a story that would appeal to 8-12 year olds, but maybe?

5. Any Other Genre
Um . . . I may or may not have limited myself to the "gateway genre" of writing. Apparently most people who start writing for the first time start with the fantasy genre? I don't know, but it's what I heard. Anyway, I've never really moved on from that, so I'd definitely like to take a stab at other genres, like mystery . . . or a thriller! :O

6. Villain as MC
I don't know if this is actually a viable idea. But wouldn't it be cool to see the whole story from the villain's perspective? Maybe you don't even know that you're reading from the villain's perspective until near the end of the story? OR, over the course of the story, you watch your hero become the villain?

Has this been done? I mean, I'm sure it has, but have you read one? How was it? What was it called? I want to read it. X)

7. Finishing
LOL well, I've already complained about this issue wayyy too many times over the past year, so I'll just say . . . I hope to struggle my way to the end of a draft someday. ;D


If you've ever seen me do a tag before, you probably know what I'm going to say next . . . .

Tag, you're it! :D

Friday, 25 September 2015

Book List - Prince and the Pea

If you were to go back to my old list of books, you wouldn't see this one listed. Why? Because I totally forgot about it, that's why. I found it among some old papers, and had a minor meltdown of laughter at the unexpected discovery.

I don't know why I was so interested in the "Princess and the Pea" story, but apparently I liked it enough to plagiarize it when I was like . . . 8-ish? Maybe? The spelling/punctuation/capitalization was pretty awful, but if you look closely:

you'll see that slightly-older-younger-me fixed it up with pen at some later point.

I am going to type this out for you EXACTLY as it is written. I mean, I've done that pretty much every other time, but even with my fixes, this one just takes the cake for worst punctuation. Good luck. XD


One stormy night, a prince come to the castle. Come in said the king, come in said the queen. The princess wants to marry a prince. said the king. But, he has to be a real prince. I am a real prince. said the prince. You do not look like one. said the queen who had been listening near by. But still the prince said he was a real prince. I will see if this is a real prince, said the queen. and she went to make his bed. First, the queen put a tiny pea on the bed, then she put 20 mattresses on top of the pea. Then she put 20 blankets on top of the mattresses. Your bed is ready called the queen! Good, said the prince, I'm tired!
*new page*
He is tired! said the king!
Yes, agreed the queen.
*new page*
When morning came, the king, queen, and princess asked how did you sleep? I did not sleep at all said the prince. there was a big lump in my bed! The king, queen, and princess smiled. You are a real prince the all said!
*new page*
And the prince and princess were wed the next day. And they all lived

Ok, you may be wondering where my rapier-like wit *coughsarcasmcough* was during that reading, but honestly, I really get a kick out of the childlike cadence of this story. "Come in said the king, come in said the queen" just kills me every time. XD

But, to make up for my lack of droll commentary, here's some pictures of the "book" for you!

Here we  see a ratty prince stumble up to the world's smallest castle, while being pelted with ... rain ... balls? And if you look closely, you can see that the tiny king and queen are ordering him to come in before he even knocks. Thirsty.

Why, what fine art. I especially love how the pillow hangs in midair off the top of the 17 mattresses. Hey, I thought she said she put 20 on there! Also, look at the doodle on the far left of the page. That's a chair. With clothes on it. He's sleeping in the nude. Maybe the king and queen should, oh, I don't know, exit?!

The king, queen, and princess all eating GIANT BOWLS of, what, like porridge or something? They're royalty, shouldn't they have something a little more grand than that? And where's the prince? They didn't invite him for breakfast? And let's not ignore the fact that the king and princess are standing on their chairs. Maybe they should invest in some furniture their own size.

"K" "Q" "P" "P" King, Queen, Princess, Prince. Get it, got it, good. I don't know why the queen only had hair in that one breakfast picture, OR why the princess has huge freaky duck lips, OR why she's significantly taller than anyone else, OR why she's the only one wearing more clothes than just a cape. But maybe that was my plan way back then?? Not to plagiarize The Princess and the Pea, but to retell it, with a prince stumbling into a nudist colony?

. . . . . Well, that just conjured up some scarring images.  I'm gonna leave now.

Did you ever plagiarize a favorite story when you were young? How did that turn out? Or have you ever read any really weird retellings of classic stories, such as one with far too many naked people?

Sunday, 20 September 2015

One Year

Happy one year anniversary to my blog! This is most definitely the longest I've ever run with a blog before. Yay me! My own blog, that is. I co-authored a blog with my two best friends a few years ago. But we won't talk about that . . . . o.0

Lots of things have happened this past year. Most were good, but one was heartbreaking. A longtime friend of mine was killed in a motorcycle accident a couple of months ago. Hearing the news the morning after it happened was the most shocking, I-don't-believe-you, that-can't-have-happened experience I've ever had. We're thankful that he was a child of God, and is safe in God's arms, but that's about all the thanks anyone can muster right now.

However, not everything in the past year has been so hard, or (for his family, closest friends, and fiance) life-altering. Though it feels small and almost selfish to list them, the past year has also brought:
  • The finish of my first year of college
  • The start of my second year of college
  • My resignation from my first job (to focus on college)
  • The start of a new job search (now that I'm more used to college)
  • My first year helping at a local kid's club
  • The arrival of a little second-cousin (my cousin's son)
  • The passing of driver training
  • The earning of my driver's license
  • A trip to see a One Direction concert with my bff
  • The wedding of a family friend
  • My 20th birthday
  • Helping at our annual summer day camp
  • 24 new blog followers
And other good things I can't remember right now. 

Well, here's to another year of blogging, another year of school, and another year of life. No one knows what the future may bring, but I know God has a plan, and He'll be right there, every step of the way.

Monday, 14 September 2015

One Lovely Blog Award

The beautiful Emily at Emily Etc. tagged me for....! *drumroll*


1. Thank and follow whoever nominated you.
2. List rules and display award.
3. Give seven facts about yourself.
4. Nominate 15 other bloggers and notify them.

First off, thank you Emily! :D Now, seven facts about MEEE! ^.^

  1. I have trypophobia, acrophobia, belonephobia, and a bit of claustrophobia.
  2. I loooove animals, and I have one snuggly wittle kitty of my own.
  3. I am going to school to be a Veterinary Receptionist (yes that's actually a thing). I could also use the program I'm taking as a prerequisite to be a Vet Tech, so that's a future option if I want it (IF).
  4. My favorite season is fall.
  5. I really really really enjoy organizing things. Like, yes, I will clean and organize and color code your room for you and label things with pretty labels so you can find everything after I put it away. ESPECIALLY BOOKS! For organizing, I mean, not labeling. I love organizing books, like, idek, its just great.
  6. My favorite show right now is probably Grimm, but we watch a looot of TV.
  7. I just learned to drive, and it's still a BLECH NO WHY moment every time I get behind the wheel. X)


Whoops! I guess I should have put that at the beginning. Too late now, you're tagged! Ah, whatever shall you do?

Wednesday, 9 September 2015

The Happiness Tag

The sweet Bailey Erickson at The Curiosity Collections made up a tag! Isn't that awesome?** :D

Take the banner and put it in your post
List as many things as you want in each category
Come up with more categories if you wish
Tag as many people as you want

1. Some songs that make you happy.
Strawberry avalanche by Owl City:

Outfox the Fox, sung by Danny Kaye for the old comedy movie The Court Jester (please feel free to laugh at it's goofiness; I know I do):

Baba Yetu, this version sung by Peter Hollens:

Bubbly by Colbie Caillat:

The Rocky Road to Dublin, this version by the High Kings:

Uptown Funk by Mark Ronson:

2. Some books that make you happy.
Sherlock Holmes stories by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle (and really anyone else)
The Redemption by M.L. Tyndall
The Door Within by Wayne Thomas Batson
Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children by Ransom Riggs
The Mystery of the Invisible Knight by Bill Myers
The Cats Pajamas by Rachael Hale
Artemis Fowl by Eoin Colfer
The Dancing Master by Julie Klassen
Monster by Mirriam Neal

3. Some foods that make you happy.
Birthday cake
Blueberry muffins
Juice boxes
Chocolate pie

4. Some words that make you happy.

5. Some scents that make you happy.
Baking cake and other bread products
This one candle I have called Ghostly Treats that smells really sweet
New books
Cat shampoo (seriously, my cat comes back from the groomers smelling like a dream)
Hot apple cider
Spring air
New clothes
Fresh laundry

6. Some random things that make you happy.
The Court Jester movie (lol I came full circle!)
Anything Sherlock Holmes-y-ish
Pretty much anything Scottish
Playing video games
Irish dancing
Old movies
Markiplier, and specifically this video:

My cat
Being Canadian (Too cheesy? Maybe. But I do like it, just the same. ;D)
BBC's Pride and Prejudice mini series from like 1995
The Lord of the Rings movies
Coloring in those intricate coloring books
Sweater weather
Fires in fireplaces and fire pits
This comedic sponsored commercial by some of my other favorite youtubers: 

And other randomness of the sort.


Ok, so I feel like I didn't put enough in the "books" category, but my mind always blanks when it comes to stuff like that. XD I also feel like my "random" category was SUPER WEIRD, but meh.

"Tag as many people as you want," eh? That would be both no one and everyone at the same time. I tag no one in particular, but if you've made it this far in the post....WHOOPS! Ya done been tagged. Congrats! ^.^ You'll have a really fun time with it! :D


Thursday, 3 September 2015

Stacking the Shelves/Summer Book Haul

I'd seen this meme around for a while, but never had sufficient cause (aka sufficient influx of books) to join up. But! This summer, I seemed to end up with quite a few new books in my possession, so I thought I'd share them!

Top to bottom:
Soulless by Gail Carriger 
-thrift store find! I'd heard about it, and added it to my Goodread tbr list, so I thought, "why not?"

Artemis Fowl by Eoin Colfer
-secondhand bookstore find! I'd gotten some Artemis Fowl books from the library before and really liked them, so I was happy to get the first one for myself.

Eona by Alison Goodman
-ok, technically I got this in the spring, but I was already on "summer vacation," counts. 

Cinder by Marissa Meyer
-secondhand bookstore find #2! Another book I'd heard a lot about and added to my Goodread tbr list. 

The Time Traveler's Wife by Audrey Niffenegger
-thrift store find #2! I'd never read it or seen the movie, but I'd heard that it was sad, and who doesn't want to be emotionally scarred by books?

Rachel: Beloved of God by Agnus Scott Kent
-a just-because gift from my aunt.

Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows by J. K. Rowling
-secondhand bookstore find #3, although this one I didn't get for me. My mom loves the Harry Potter books, and we're slowly accumulating all of them for her. Only Half-Blood Prince left!

Sense and Sensibility and Sea Monsters by Ben H. Winters
-haha, another thrift store find. My mom and I saw it and laughed, so we picked it up. Why not, right?

Inkspell by Cornelia Funke
-THRIFT STORE FIND! (are you sensing a pattern?) we have Inkheart, and so of course we needed the other one. Plus, its so PRETTY. 

The Reckoning by MaryLu Tyndall
-I AM SO EXCITED TO READ THIS BOOK, YOU GUYS! I just got it for my birthday (and by the time this post goes up, I maaaayy have read it already).

Chibis, Mascots, and More: Christopher Hart's Draw Manga Now! by Christopher Hart
-bought this at a craft store. I'm not THAT into manga, but chibis are fun, and are way easier to draw than....almost anything else. X)

Enchanted Forest: An Inky Quest and Coloring Book by Johanna Basford


There was also this:

Which I bought at a farmer's market, in a stall that sold all kinds of old comic books/magazine covers/what have you. It's some sort of quarterly published in and around 1977 that has....stuff...and things....about the Sherlock Holmes stories. I haven't really looked at it that much, so I can't really explain it. It's cool, though. :)

Thursday, 27 August 2015

Summer Camp Writing Prompt #7

This is the last prompt for the summer, guys! Isn't that sad??? Yes. Yes it it.

This prompt ends tomorrow, August 28th. And do you know what that means?

It means you still have time to link up! Come on, do it. One last hurrah for the summer. :)

Here it is guys. The last summer 2015 prompt:

I guess I could have continued my ghost-centered story from last time, but. . . I didn't? I suppose I just like making up new stories each time. X) Enjoy!


Loo loo loo,
I'll take you dreaming
Through the rainy night,
To a place behind the raindrops,
Where the stars are bright.
You may not find gold or silver,
But a richer prize
Waits for you 
Behind the raindrops
If you close your eyes.

The song drifting through the studio speakers was soft and beautiful. A man's voice, gently crooning a lullaby. One of our clients, rushing to meet an album deadline, perhaps. Except the sound booth was empty. Well, that was fine. Someone must have accidentally left a recording playing. 

Except the power was out. A massive storm had shut down half the city.

I'd only come back to the studio because I'd forgotten some important papers I needed to work on. I was sitting at the table in the corner of the control room, trying to find them with nothing but a flashlight to help me. No one else was here this late, and certainly not in this weather. So when I heard the unfamiliar voice fill the air, my heart stalled in my throat.

Tonight, tonight,
When all the world's asleep,
We will tiptoe home 
With a wondrous star,
A star you can always keep.

My flashlight beam quavered against the sound booth window. Yep, still no one there. It had to be a prank. It would be just like Dan to pull something like this.

"Danny? That you?" my voice sounded way too loud against the muted backdrop of the rain. "We've got business to attend to, you idiot. Stop singing and help me find these papers."

A flicker beyond my flashlight caught my attention and tripled my heart rate. A shadowy figure formed in front of the microphone in the booth. A man, to match the voice. He looked to be in his mid-thirties, and was dressed in an old-fashioned suit that seemed to be from 1940 or 50. 

I couldn't believe my eyes. I had to be dreaming. Or seeing things. This definitely had to be an elaborate prank. Once the power was back on, I could figure this out. 

As I sat in frozen terror and rationalized why I shouldn't be afraid, something stirred in the back of my mind. It registered and recognized the expression on the man's transparent face; he looked sad. Lonely, even. He was gazing somewhere far away as he finished his longing lullaby.

And years from now,
When you go dreaming,
When you're very old,
Though your crown be rich with rubies,
Diamonds set in gold,
None will shine as bright
As the star we'll find

With a sigh, the figure faded away. The song was over, but it felt so . . . unfinished. I wondered if he sang that every night when no one was around. Petrified and bewildered, I stayed where I was for a long time. So long, in fact, that I was only snapped out of my haze when the early morning sun peeked through the window. 

Suddenly energized despite being up all night, I shot out of my chair and raced to my car. I broke my personal speed record and a few laws and made it home in record time. Up in my apartment, I wasted no time flipping open my laptop and searching for rumors that our recording studio was haunted. 

The man's mournful face was seared in my mind. I had to find out who he was, and what had happened to him. And, if possible, I had to find out how to help him. Because there was no way I was going to go back there while he was lurking around, floating through walls and crooning

I gave an exaggerated shiver and definitely did not entertain the thought that I might want to do something for someone else for a change. 


Also, I snagged that song from an old movie that I really like, called the Court Jester. Here it is! The song, I mean. Not the whole movie. X)


Well well, we had a good run, didn't we? Let's see, there was a story about dimensional overseers, one about old-timey spies, one about murderous underground monsters, one really ridiculous one about candy weather, one about modern-day dragons, one about ghosts, and this one about a haunted recording studio! 


And if you didn't join the prompt...: SHAME. SHAAAAAAME. *insert disapproving look*

XD Hehe! Just kidding. But you should definitely think about joining next time (you know, if Ashley does another one). Or, hey, host one yourself! You could totally do that, I just KNOW it.

Thanks for the fun linkup, Ashley! :D

Thursday, 20 August 2015

When Your Character Reverts

Imagine this. Your character is going along, fine and dandy and confident as heck. Then BAM! Someone from their past shows up. And lo and behold, whether you planned for it to happen or not, your character becomes a sniveling idiot. Or a goofy one.


Well, don't expect me to get all scientific over here, and start explaining things like brain chemicals and declarative episodic memory (thanks, Psychology 101). All I know is that interacting with a certain person can cause someone to relive their old emotions, or act in a different way.

Let me provide an example or two from my real-live life.

1) When I was younger, I used to have the BIGGEST crush on this one guy at my church. It was intense. For five or six years, I loved him from afar. But I was SO. FREAKING. SHY. I couldn't talk to him at ALL. Then he stopped coming to our church, and I was a little heartbroken, but I'd mostly gotten over my crush, so I was able to pull myself together tolerably well.
Since then, I've come out of my shell a lot. I can walk up to people and introduce myself now, even hold a conversation. But when that guy comes back and visits the church? I STILL CAN'T TALK TO HIM. I CAN BARELY EVEN LOOK AT HIM. Not because I'm embarrassed about the fact that I used to have a crush on him, and not because my crush on him returns. I just get SHY again! It's actually fascinating how my entire being just shrinks back from interacting with him. And I mean, he's a super nice and friendly guy. I have no reason to distance myself from him, other than my old shyness.

2) I'm not quite sure what this one signifies, but my friend always laugh at me for it. When I talk on the phone to my parents (but especially my dad), my voice gets quieter and higher pitched. It's like I get younger, in a vocal sense. Maybe because I do and always will feel like my dad's little girl?

And there's always the well-known "current crush" situation, where your brain simply stops functioning in the presence of that ONE PERSON, and it's horrible.

And what about exes?
A calm person might become enraged in their presence, because they can feel the anger of their parting circumstances, or because they recall all the little things about that person that used to frustrate them.
An independent person might become doe-eyed and compliant in their presence, because they recall the love of their previous relationship and want to win them back, or at least make their ex like them again.
A confident person might become scared and helpless in the face of a previous partner that had been abusive or controlling.

The same could go for family. Would your strong and successful hero still try to please their never-satisfied parent? Could reuniting with a beloved sibling make your quiet, stiff hero laugh and relax?

Basically, what I'm saying here is similar to what I was saying last time. Draw from your own experiences to give new life to your character's emotions. The past doesn't always stay there.

What about you? Have you ever experienced an old emotion like it was brand-new? Is there a character in your story that reverts to a previous attitude in the presence of a certain person? Do tell!

Friday, 14 August 2015

Summer Camp Writing Prompt #6

O-KAY THE DEADLINE FOR THIS IS COMING UP AND I'M UNPREPARED LETS GO QUICK BEFORE CAMP STARTS AND MY TIME IS COMMANDEERED BY CHILDREN READY SET GO (well ok, that was written like a week ago. #scheduledpostproblems? Or not? Anyway, the prompt ends today, August 14!)


"Ah, smell that greasy boardwalk food."

Al looked at Sid and raised a translucent eyebrow. "Except, we can't smell anything."

"Not true!" countered Sid, "We can smell incense, and other types of strong sweet smells. This," he stopped to smash his face into a passerby's funnel cake, which then cooled considerably, "qualifies."

Al ignored Sid and went to inspect the vendor's hut. Decorated in a gaudy tiki motif that the tourists seemed to appreciate, it peddled a surprisingly wide assortment of foods. They were all made almost entirely of chemicals, but the people sitting on the benches and at the picnic tables seemed to enjoy it anyway.

"And feel that summer sun!" Sid popped up beside Al.

 Al sighed. "Hey Sid, guess what?"


"We can't do that, either."

This time, it was Sid who ignored Al. He slid onto a bench next to a kid holding a hamburger that was dripping ketchup everywhere. "Ah, lunch. Remember when we ate real lunch?" Sid tried to bite the kid's burger, but only succeeded in falling through the burger, through the bench, and disappearing under the ground. The kid shivered with a sudden chill and moved off to find his mother.

Al waited until Sid had reappeared and was walking with him before speaking. "Firstly, this hardly qualifies as 'real' food. Secondly, we've never had lunch together. But if you mean individually, then yes, of course I remember eating lunch. And thirdly. . ." by this time, the two friends had made their way over to the shade of a large tree, where a young couple sat, blind to the world, lost in the other's lips, ". . .what's got you in such a cheerful mood today?"

Sid went to lean against the tree but started to fall backwards through it. Al grabbed a fistful of shirt and pulled him back up. Sid concentrated harder, this time succeeding in making solid contact against the trunk. He crossed his arms and grinned in self-satisfied glee. "I got seance'd yesterday."

"Really?" in a rare burst of living emotion, Al's happiness for his friend caused flowers to bloom around the tree, causing the kissing couple to exclaim in delight and attack the other's face even more. "Perrie contacted you? I thought you said she didn't believe in that stuff?"

Sid shrugged and dipped his head in a brief moment of bashfulness, "I guess she just really misses me. I've only been dead for three months, you know."

Al, who had been dead much longer than that, nodded and placed a hand on Sid's shoulder. "I know." He removed his hand and asked the most pressing question, "Did you get through?"

"A little." Sid pushed his floppy bangs out of the way, even though they were transparent like the rest of him, "That medium barely knew what she was doing, but I was able to convey an 'I love you.' I mean, I think I did. Unless the medium just said that at a guess. But either way," he shuffled his feet and looked down, "It's true."

"I'm sure Perrie knows that," Al said, even as someone several yards away caught his attention. The person was gawking excitedly in their general direction. Great. "Come on, we gotta move. Being in shadow plus exhibiting living emotions means we're more visible to seekers. We can talk down by the water where it's brighter."

The two quickly left the area while the ghost-believing beachcomber was trying to alert his friend to their presence. Yes, the man would look like a crazy person, but the two spirits were more worried about being discovered than about making the poor believer look like an idiot. It was simply safer to remain unknown.


Ok, I suppose I should point out that I don't actually believe in ghosts. This idea just presented itself to me, and I couldn't say no. X) Anyway, head on over to Ashley's blog to check out the new prompt (which, if it isn't up yet, will be up very soon, I'm sure)!

Monday, 10 August 2015

Snazzy Snippets

A new writing linkup, guys! This one come from Looney Literate and The Devil Orders Takeout. Here's a snippet (lol! Guys I'm funny! No? Oh.) from the Looney Literate blog, describing the linkup:

Every two months, we post a prompt or question for you to share a snippet of less than 500 words. It’s designed to let you have fun, analyse your work on a smaller level, or just write something to join in.
Post anything, so long as it pertains to the prompt/question and is under 500 words! (We won’t kill you if it’s a bit over, of course, but we may frown.) It can be something you wrote at 3 AM the night before or a passage you’ve been slaving over for months. And of course, it has to be your own writing. Plagiarism isn’t snazzy.

  • Snippet number one: A snippet that shows your MC’s personality
  • Snipper number two: A snippet featuring the villain
  • Snippet number three: A snippet that’s mostly dialogue

You can link up here for the next month, ending on the 10th of August.

I think I shall choose to do all of the snippets, because why stop at one? Or two?

~*~*~Snippet featuring the villain~*~*~
(had to do this one first, since its chronologically first in my WIP. You may recognize part of it from my 13-13-13 tag)

As Amadan put more and more distance between himself and Rolf, he became more and more panicked. They knew. Stars help him, they knew. The Spymaster and his illegitimate brat. They’d figured it out. And Thalion? Thalion knew as well?

Amadan quickened his steps, regal poise falling away until he fairly flew down the castle halls, his feet taking him automatically to the one man he knew could help him.

He burst into the bedchamber without knocking. The distinguished silver-haired man sitting at the desk glanced up in distaste before returning to his letters. “Do control yourself, Amadan.”

“They know.” Amadan seethed.

“Who, Boros? He’s not a problem.”

“Not just him, Havenlord.” Amadan threw back the name he’d heard Boros use earlier. “What kind of title is that, anyway?”

Havenlord sighed like this whole ordeal was entirely too much for him, “Our city is a safe place. A haven. I am one of the leading lords. A little less insolence and a little more intelligence would become you, my prince.” Realizing he probably wouldn’t get any work done with Amadan around, he put down his quill and folded his hands on the desk, “Now, who or what is so upsetting to you?”

“I ran into Rolf Dae’Elen in the corridor. He knows the king has been poisoned. In fact, he said Thalion knows too. What am I going to do?” Amadan made little effort to keep the panic out of his voice.

“Of course your father knows. He’s not an idiot, however much we wish he were. We came prepared for that. As for the young Dae’Elen; if Boros isn’t a problem, why should his son be? We can take care of him when we take care of his father. It's likely we would have had to do that anyway.”

“When will this be done?” Amadan demanded, “I can’t afford to wait. What if they act on what they know?”

“Patience, young prince.” The older gentleman purred in a voice as sleek as his build, “You have only to wait until tonight. Then you won’t have to worry about them anymore.”

~*~*~Snippet that shows my MC's personality~*~*~
(I'm soooo bad at writing personalities in the first draft. And this is the first draft. So...yeah. Don't expect great insights into who Rolf is as a person. XD)

Rolf attacked the training dummy in front of him with ferocity, slamming the wooden practice sword into it mercilessly until the supporting pole snapped, and the dummy fell to the ground.

Breathing heavily, Rolf twisted his hands around the sword’s rough grip and glared down at the fallen wood-and-leather mannequin. How could the king expect something like this of him? At the same time though, how could he refuse?

Rolf booted the prone dummy in frustration, sending it skidding over the grass a very unsatisfying couple of feet.

“Rough day?”

Rolf whirled around. Prince Rowan stood behind him, hazel eyes compassionate. 

Taking a deep breath to calm his labored breathing, Rolf tossed the practice sword on the ground and crossed his arms over his chest. “I ran into your brother today.”

“Ah.” Rowan nodded his understanding and said nothing more.

Rolf stifled the urge to tirade against Amadan, and instead took another cleansing breath. 

They stood in silence for a moment, a cool spring breeze drying the sweat on Rolf’s forehead, while the sun warmed his skin. He looked around at the majestic beauty of the glimmering white castle and lush courtyards, thought of the simple splendor of the clean, cobbled streets of the town. Would the cities Beneath be so pleasing? Would he ever make it back to this breathtaking, peaceful city, or would he die on the fetid plains of the wild land below, struck down by enemies he’d never known?

“Rowan. . . .” Rolf trailed off, not sure what he wanted to say.

“My father gave you a job, didn’t he?” a grieved look came over Rowan’s face, “Like the ones he gives to your father?”

Rolf nodded, “He wants me to find a cure for his—” Sickness? Poison? The terms warred in his mind and ground his words to a halt again.

Rowan ran a hand through his sun-colored hair in distress, “Oh, that we lived in a time where we did not fear to traverse the lands. Oh that it were not dangerous for us, even now.”

Rowan’s lament sent shivers through Rolf. “You’re not helpful, my prince.”

~*~*~Snippet that's mostly dialogue~*~*~
(I actually had a LOT of largely-dialogue scenes! lol but this one is kinda fun, and gives you some info!)

A gust of wind blew through the sidestreet, and Kat shivered.

“Oh, hey.” Zane’s cobalt brow wrinkled in concern. “You’re still in that stupid costume. I guess we should have stopped by your room and gotten you some real clothes. Here.” He took off his black jacket and swung it around her shoulders.

Warmth enveloped her instantly. Soft fur lined the inside of the coat, sturdy leather making up the outer shell. It smelled somewhat of booze, but it was a small price to pay.

She looked back at Zane, who was now shielded from the wind by nothing more than a thin white cotton shirt. “Thank you.”

“Eh.” Zane shrugged and grinned, “Can’t leave a lady in distress now, can I?”

Kat raised an eyebrow at this, “Why do I get the feeling you cause more distress than you relieve?”

Zane’s jaw dropped in delighted astonishment, “Hey!”

“Are you two quite done?”

“Woah!” Kat and Zane jumped. Rolf had reappeared out of nowhere.

“There’s no one back there.” Rolf pushed past them and peered up the street, “We’re not far now.”

“Look, I get why I have to leave the city, but why do you?” Zane asked.

A sharp look from Rolf, “None of your business.”

But he had a good point. “Hey, I became a wanted fugitive for you.” Kat piped up, “So spill.”

Rolf glanced between them, cast another look back over his shoulder in the general direction of the Gate, and turned back to them with a frustrated sigh. “Ok, fine, quick recap. My father is the king’s spy, someone poisoned the king, the king’s eldest son falsely accused my father and I of treason, I managed to escape custody, and even if the prince hadn’t sent guards after me, I’d still have to go Beneath to find the cure for the poison. Now all I have to do is escape the city, find the man with the cure, get the cure, get back in the city, and heal the king before one of us dies. Ok? Can we go now?”

“Oh. Well.” Zane looked from Rolf to Kat to Rolf. “When you put it like that, sure.”

Ah, my old (still current, but long untouched) WIP. Good times. XD I should really try writing some more in that..... X)

Aaanyway, this was SO FUN! You should totally head over to one of the two aforementioned blogs and sign up! :D

EDIT: LOL I just realized that I also used the name Thalion in the first summer camp writing prompt! I thought it sounded familiar at the time. Apparently I like that name. X)