One afternoon, a young girl stepped off the train at her designated stop with a huge smile on her face. There were many things that prompted this smile: it was the end of term and start of the holidays, all her tests were over, her favourite artists' new albums were releasing, and the sun was shining.
There were also many things that would make others feel depressed: the CreateSpace site didn't like her novel and refused to accept it and she had failed her science and IPT tests and major project. The girl pushed that out of her mind and, with a skip in her step, walked up the stairs onto the way home.
Once home, the girl rushed to the computer to confirm her proof copy for her novel, then danced for a whole ten minutes because she could now order her proof copy without paying a cent (thanks to NaNoWriMo.) She then jumped on twitter to proclaim that to the world, and on deviantArt, and on NaNoWriMo, then she decided to revisit her blog and begin writing again.
After all, it was the holidays.
Thursday, June 30, 2011
Friday, May 13, 2011
Rant II [Misc]
So today I found out that NaNoWriMo is holding a camp to do it in any month apart from November! Wooooohhhhh! That is epically awesome because us Australians have all our tests (and School Cert, Formal, IPT HSC and Work Experience) in November. It'd be great to do NaNo in like...September. But somehow that seems to ruin the NaNo spirit.
But hey, if the OLL are agreeing with this, the spirit is high and running~
This week there's been a series of tests, so that's why I haven't been posting. In fact, I probably won't be posting once a day anymore, I just don't have enough time (and I like procrastinating) and there's IPT major due sooooonnnnn. And stupid Geo, PD and PE assignments. Pffft. And maths tests and dodgy physics stuff and Drama Night! FML.
But hey, if the OLL are agreeing with this, the spirit is high and running~
This week there's been a series of tests, so that's why I haven't been posting. In fact, I probably won't be posting once a day anymore, I just don't have enough time (and I like procrastinating) and there's IPT major due sooooonnnnn. And stupid Geo, PD and PE assignments. Pffft. And maths tests and dodgy physics stuff and Drama Night! FML.
Thursday, April 28, 2011
Writing experiment [Original fiction]
Title: N/A (this was a writing experiment)
A/N: I wanted to experiment with writing things that didn't make sense, which is what happened here. I have no idea what was happening, I literally wrote the first thing that popped into my head. I also wanted to include description in such a way that nobody would really notice and go 'oh, chunk of description.' because that's what usually happens to me *sigh*
P.S. If this means anything to you at all, please tell me.
He was running through the forest, under the eaves of darkness. The trees were invisible, blending neatly into the darkness of the night sky. The leaves rustled so evenly that it became a part of the background: droning on and unheeded by the human senses. There were no stars in the sky--it was a cloudy night--but even if there was, the man couldn't see them. They were blocked by the thick canopy above.
There didn't seem to be anyone--or anything--behind him, but the man kept running. He had to get out, he had to get somewhere else, somewhere that wasn't so...
He shook his head, then suddenly burst into a clearing, and he could just see the dawn of a new day as the sun shed its light onto the clouds. There was a river, there were children laughing, unaware of the hidden danger that lurked. There were women sitting outside their houses on a hot summer's day, exchanging stories. There were men newly returned from the hunt, dragging carcasses behind them.
The man watching hesitated for the slightest second, and turned almost as if to go back into the forest. But there was no longer a forest. It was a dirt road, neatly made, stretching on for miles on end and leading towards the sun. He couldn't raise his eyes and stare at the ball of fire. Instead, he kept his eyes on his feet, and began to walk.
Then, slowly, the village behind him faded from sight. There was no one else. Only him.
A/N: I wanted to experiment with writing things that didn't make sense, which is what happened here. I have no idea what was happening, I literally wrote the first thing that popped into my head. I also wanted to include description in such a way that nobody would really notice and go 'oh, chunk of description.' because that's what usually happens to me *sigh*
P.S. If this means anything to you at all, please tell me.
He was running through the forest, under the eaves of darkness. The trees were invisible, blending neatly into the darkness of the night sky. The leaves rustled so evenly that it became a part of the background: droning on and unheeded by the human senses. There were no stars in the sky--it was a cloudy night--but even if there was, the man couldn't see them. They were blocked by the thick canopy above.
There didn't seem to be anyone--or anything--behind him, but the man kept running. He had to get out, he had to get somewhere else, somewhere that wasn't so...
He shook his head, then suddenly burst into a clearing, and he could just see the dawn of a new day as the sun shed its light onto the clouds. There was a river, there were children laughing, unaware of the hidden danger that lurked. There were women sitting outside their houses on a hot summer's day, exchanging stories. There were men newly returned from the hunt, dragging carcasses behind them.
The man watching hesitated for the slightest second, and turned almost as if to go back into the forest. But there was no longer a forest. It was a dirt road, neatly made, stretching on for miles on end and leading towards the sun. He couldn't raise his eyes and stare at the ball of fire. Instead, he kept his eyes on his feet, and began to walk.
Then, slowly, the village behind him faded from sight. There was no one else. Only him.
Saturday, April 23, 2011
Feeding Time [Original Fiction]
Title: Feeding Time
Fandom: Alternate
Character(s): Vaidryn Benitez Leal and his pet tiger
Other: I'm lazy today, so this will be very very short.
When Damian and Laik had left, Vaidryn spoke to Quillenn briefly on the phone. Five hundred soldiers should be more than enough to subdue two elusive outlaws. Of course, there was the possibility of escaping back to their own universe, but that chance wasn't high at all.
Was it?
No, it was impossible. They didn't know that the portal couldn't be moved. He most certainly had the upper hand.
Vaidryn's eyes slid over to the tiger, now awake once more and pacing expectantly. He wanted food, and he wanted it now. Sighing, Vaidryn opened the door and walked out then, moments later, returned with a huge raw steak. He threw it into the cage, and watched as the tiger ripped it up.
"Good boy," he told the tiger, smiling.
Fandom: Alternate
Character(s): Vaidryn Benitez Leal and his pet tiger
Other: I'm lazy today, so this will be very very short.
When Damian and Laik had left, Vaidryn spoke to Quillenn briefly on the phone. Five hundred soldiers should be more than enough to subdue two elusive outlaws. Of course, there was the possibility of escaping back to their own universe, but that chance wasn't high at all.
Was it?
No, it was impossible. They didn't know that the portal couldn't be moved. He most certainly had the upper hand.
Vaidryn's eyes slid over to the tiger, now awake once more and pacing expectantly. He wanted food, and he wanted it now. Sighing, Vaidryn opened the door and walked out then, moments later, returned with a huge raw steak. He threw it into the cage, and watched as the tiger ripped it up.
"Good boy," he told the tiger, smiling.
Tuesday, April 19, 2011
I will come back [Silmarillion]
Title: I will come back
Fandom: The Silmarillion
Character(s): Ereinion Gil-galad, Fingon
Warning: Spoilers for character deaths (and the Battle of Unnumbered Tears...)
Based on: A picture on deviantArt by kittykatkanie titled 'I will come back for you'. It's so cute and sad D:
I looked up at atar, then at the bearded stranger behind me. Then back at atar, who was smiling. He was High King now--his crown did nothing but make him the more beautiful, skin glowing like a pale flame, and stunning midnight black hair. It was an awe-inspiring sight.
"Ereinion," Atar said to me, "for the next few years, Cirdan will look after you. Is that okay?"
I shook my head. No, it wasn't okay at all. Where was atar going? Isn't atar coming to live with us? What about amil? But I didn't say anything. To be completely honest, I didn't want to know.
Atar sighed, and knelt down so that he was my height. "Ereinion," he said again, looking me in the eye, "you are still young. You do not understand. Out there is war, and pain, and suffering. People are dying every day. I do not want you to be one of them."
I shook my head again, vision blurring with tears. "But what about you, atar? Why don't you come with me? I don't want you to die, too."
He smiled at me, but it was a sad smile. "My people need a leader," he said, and I could tell that he was proud to lead the Noldor. "I will guide them. I am High King now, I have a responsibility. So please, Ereinion..." He picked me up and stood up, hugging me. I latched my hands behind his neck. My tears fell, unhindered, as I sobbed into his shoulder.
"Don't leave...atar..."
"I will come back for you, Ereinion."
He set me down and left, just like that.
I never saw atar again, though I still remember what he looks like. How my hand ran through his soft hair. How he outshone even Arien in his brightness. How his eyes glinted with pride, and yet were darkened with sorrow. And those who escaped from the Nírnaeth Arnoediad tell me that he fought proudly, to the end, and enemies fled before him, and none could match his prowess.
And I wept as Cirdan set the crown of the High King on my head.
Fandom: The Silmarillion
Character(s): Ereinion Gil-galad, Fingon
Warning: Spoilers for character deaths (and the Battle of Unnumbered Tears...)
Based on: A picture on deviantArt by kittykatkanie titled 'I will come back for you'. It's so cute and sad D:
I looked up at atar, then at the bearded stranger behind me. Then back at atar, who was smiling. He was High King now--his crown did nothing but make him the more beautiful, skin glowing like a pale flame, and stunning midnight black hair. It was an awe-inspiring sight.
"Ereinion," Atar said to me, "for the next few years, Cirdan will look after you. Is that okay?"
I shook my head. No, it wasn't okay at all. Where was atar going? Isn't atar coming to live with us? What about amil? But I didn't say anything. To be completely honest, I didn't want to know.
Atar sighed, and knelt down so that he was my height. "Ereinion," he said again, looking me in the eye, "you are still young. You do not understand. Out there is war, and pain, and suffering. People are dying every day. I do not want you to be one of them."
I shook my head again, vision blurring with tears. "But what about you, atar? Why don't you come with me? I don't want you to die, too."
He smiled at me, but it was a sad smile. "My people need a leader," he said, and I could tell that he was proud to lead the Noldor. "I will guide them. I am High King now, I have a responsibility. So please, Ereinion..." He picked me up and stood up, hugging me. I latched my hands behind his neck. My tears fell, unhindered, as I sobbed into his shoulder.
"Don't leave...atar..."
"I will come back for you, Ereinion."
He set me down and left, just like that.
I never saw atar again, though I still remember what he looks like. How my hand ran through his soft hair. How he outshone even Arien in his brightness. How his eyes glinted with pride, and yet were darkened with sorrow. And those who escaped from the Nírnaeth Arnoediad tell me that he fought proudly, to the end, and enemies fled before him, and none could match his prowess.
And I wept as Cirdan set the crown of the High King on my head.
Saturday, April 16, 2011
The Chase [Original Fiction]
Title: The Chase [begins]
Fandom: Alternate (Original fiction)
Character(s): Echo Nightingale, Vaidryn Benitez. [Mentioned: Laik Campbell, Damian Farrow]
Other: To celebrate Damian completing his mission--that is, finding the Key (but he still has to get out alive >.>), I have decided to write Echo/Vaidryn's reactions. Haha, what a fail celebration. Yeah, this won't make any sense to anyone except me 8D
Echo Nightingale stumbled into the private elevator prepared for her, and collapsed onto the couch. Vaidryn was going to kill her. She was so, so dead.
How was she supposed to know that they weren't caught? That they knew what was going on? The control room... Yes, that was guarded, but they must have knocked out the guards.
White hot anger shot through her. Those idiots just came in and ruined her life. They were not going to escape!
The elevator doors opened. Vaidryn turned around and smiled her. Opposite him, Laik was helping himself to some dried apricots.
"Did you find it, Echo?" asked Vaidryn, though there was really only one answer. Or so he thought.
"Uh..." Echo paused for a second. "We did find it, my lord, but..." She hesitated, and Vaidryn's patience disappeared. He looked into her mind; into the events that had just taken place. His eyes hardened with anger, but that was the only reaction.
"That's okay, Echo," he said. "You can take a break. Damian and Laik will handle the rest."
Fandom: Alternate (Original fiction)
Character(s): Echo Nightingale, Vaidryn Benitez. [Mentioned: Laik Campbell, Damian Farrow]
Other: To celebrate Damian completing his mission--that is, finding the Key (but he still has to get out alive >.>), I have decided to write Echo/Vaidryn's reactions. Haha, what a fail celebration. Yeah, this won't make any sense to anyone except me 8D
Echo Nightingale stumbled into the private elevator prepared for her, and collapsed onto the couch. Vaidryn was going to kill her. She was so, so dead.
How was she supposed to know that they weren't caught? That they knew what was going on? The control room... Yes, that was guarded, but they must have knocked out the guards.
White hot anger shot through her. Those idiots just came in and ruined her life. They were not going to escape!
The elevator doors opened. Vaidryn turned around and smiled her. Opposite him, Laik was helping himself to some dried apricots.
"Did you find it, Echo?" asked Vaidryn, though there was really only one answer. Or so he thought.
"Uh..." Echo paused for a second. "We did find it, my lord, but..." She hesitated, and Vaidryn's patience disappeared. He looked into her mind; into the events that had just taken place. His eyes hardened with anger, but that was the only reaction.
"That's okay, Echo," he said. "You can take a break. Damian and Laik will handle the rest."
Thursday, April 14, 2011
Rant - Anthony Horowitz
I am currently high on Scorpia Rising, but there will be no spoilers in this (except names).
I will now rant about the awesome that is Anthony Horowitz, and how awesome he is, and more about his awesomeness, and his way to give-us-background-info (aka pad) without making it seem like background info, and lots of other stuff.
I guess I should say I started reading his Alex Rider series in year 5, and loved it immediately. I still love it now. Scorpia Rising was amazing. I think the characters of Yassen Gregorovich and Julius Grief will have a special place in my heart ^-^ Anyway, back to what I was saying.
AH was one of the first people who influenced my writing style. If I didn't know how to write the next part, I'd try to copy how he wrote it. And I'm still doing that *fails*. He taught me the one-line paragraph, and my habit of adding 'and' to the start of a sentence comes from there too. With dialogue, not so much, I developed my own style on that. Description is a mixture of Harry Potter and LOTR (weirdest mixture ever, which is why my description fails).
Um, let's see. Oh, yes! I also end a lot of my chapters with a single short paragraph (often a one-liner), which he does a lot of the time.
I really admire how he doesn't change scenes! Gahhhh, it's killing me. My scenes change like, once every 500 words, and I tend to want to change POVs an awful lot. AH just keeps writing and improving the scene and making it more interesting, and I have no idea how he does that. Amazing.
Not to mention the amount of research put into it. Just researching how guns work is making my head spin, and I don't have that much time anyway. One minute spent researching is one minute spent on not writing.
Also, I love how he writes villains. Just saying. (I especially especially love the start of Scorpia Rising...Prisoner 7 and Over the Edge are two awesome chapters.)
Sometimes, AH characters are awesome and realistic (read: Yassen), but about the character of Sabina Pleasure. Gahhh. She is just so...pointless. I don't hate her, but I don't like her either. Oh right, I was talking about writing styles.
His foreshadowing is awesome, even if I can tell sometimes that it's foreshadowing. The detail he puts into characters, settings, equipment, organisations, everything is so detailed. And I would not want to research how Invisible Sword works, it sounds complicated. (Actually, they all sound complicated, but give Scorpia some credit!)
So yeah, I think this rant has been long enough, and I think you get my general point that Anthony Horowitz is awesome. I can't wait for Yassen and AH's new Sherlock Holmes novel! 8D
I will now rant about the awesome that is Anthony Horowitz, and how awesome he is, and more about his awesomeness, and his way to give-us-background-info (aka pad) without making it seem like background info, and lots of other stuff.
I guess I should say I started reading his Alex Rider series in year 5, and loved it immediately. I still love it now. Scorpia Rising was amazing. I think the characters of Yassen Gregorovich and Julius Grief will have a special place in my heart ^-^ Anyway, back to what I was saying.
AH was one of the first people who influenced my writing style. If I didn't know how to write the next part, I'd try to copy how he wrote it. And I'm still doing that *fails*. He taught me the one-line paragraph, and my habit of adding 'and' to the start of a sentence comes from there too. With dialogue, not so much, I developed my own style on that. Description is a mixture of Harry Potter and LOTR (weirdest mixture ever, which is why my description fails).
Um, let's see. Oh, yes! I also end a lot of my chapters with a single short paragraph (often a one-liner), which he does a lot of the time.
I really admire how he doesn't change scenes! Gahhhh, it's killing me. My scenes change like, once every 500 words, and I tend to want to change POVs an awful lot. AH just keeps writing and improving the scene and making it more interesting, and I have no idea how he does that. Amazing.
Not to mention the amount of research put into it. Just researching how guns work is making my head spin, and I don't have that much time anyway. One minute spent researching is one minute spent on not writing.
Also, I love how he writes villains. Just saying. (I especially especially love the start of Scorpia Rising...Prisoner 7 and Over the Edge are two awesome chapters.)
Sometimes, AH characters are awesome and realistic (read: Yassen), but about the character of Sabina Pleasure. Gahhh. She is just so...pointless. I don't hate her, but I don't like her either. Oh right, I was talking about writing styles.
His foreshadowing is awesome, even if I can tell sometimes that it's foreshadowing. The detail he puts into characters, settings, equipment, organisations, everything is so detailed. And I would not want to research how Invisible Sword works, it sounds complicated. (Actually, they all sound complicated, but give Scorpia some credit!)
So yeah, I think this rant has been long enough, and I think you get my general point that Anthony Horowitz is awesome. I can't wait for Yassen and AH's new Sherlock Holmes novel! 8D
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