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I love English and I also Hate it!

Hello World Out There World!

Was exploring Facebook the other day when I came across this interesting post:

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I love finding things like this. It not only shows you how awesome the English language is but also how horribly nightmarish you can be. Now, for those who don’t have the time to make up these sentences – don’t worry I’ve got you covered:

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Is there anyone else that thinks this is just amazing? Let me know in the comments below and until next time – toodles! :3

What Will Make Your Story Unique?

Hello world out there world!

What will make your story unique can be a hard question to answer. You have to look at your work and examine it in a way, not as a writer but as a reader. What will make your story stand out? What do you want your story to leave behind?

These are questions I ask myself whenever I’m about to dive into a project. As a writer of YA fantasy, I already know I’m going into a competitive market with more talented people with better stories than myself. With this thought in mind I focus on what makes my story stand out… or at least what I can do to make my story stand out.

What I’ve written below are some ways I’ve tried to make my story unique and have given examples to help you follow along. 🙂

THEMES:

Themes are a great way to create interest in your books. Most of mine are focused towards current events in the world. My first book – although based in a fantasy world all on its own – focused on loss, being able to adapt, and trying to keep from losing one’s culture when immersed in a new one. These aren’t common themes for YA fantasy that focus mostly on conflict resolution, friendships, and love.

Book two I focused more towards gender identity and self identity. These are two things I remembered struggling with as a young adult and even into becoming a new adult. I talk about labels and trying to put everyone into neat little boxes when in reality no one fits perfectly…

Its the themes I choose that makes my book stand out and why people have told me they love what I’m writing. The questions my characters ask and the problems they overcome aren’t the usual facing characters in a fantasy series.

ENVIRONMENT:

Now, next to creating your characters the next important thing in the world. What makes your world special? In my case, with fantasy I had to try and get away from the traditional but for some reason ended back at where I was trying to get away from. In most fantasy books you’ll find dragons and other mythical beast. You’ll find magic and elves.

My world doesn’t have the elves… but it is starting to get magic. I wanted to create a world similar to how earth was in the dark ages – swords, knights, kings and so on. I achieved that but I needed something more. I knew I wanted mythical creatures like gryphons, dragons, and trolls, but I didn’t want them just there. I wanted them a part of the world, a functioning part of the worlds ecosystem. That’s why I focused on how these creatures and the creatures I created would work with the world, not against it. I settled with making the dragons more dinosaur like. Some have wings but the majority don’t. They work like work horses for the more difficult of terrain, or as war beasts for those desiring to use them as such.

I did the same thing with the gryphons. They were animals at one time tamed and controlled to be used for a task. Just like we tamed horses, elephants, and reindeer.

The led to how I was going to make the physical world unique. We have the two nations warring over one another – like most fantasy books – but I needed more ways of making Gaitan stand out. Come the actual layout of the map.

The South is desert, half of which consists of lava lands that the Southerns call Fire Lands. This leaves very little area for the Southerns to live, forcing them to push the boundaries of their lands more into the West, North, and East. This in turn creates conflict.

The North is very rugged with rocky hills, dense forests, and cliff faces. Perfect for gryphons to thrive but not so easy for people. Instead of going to war to gain the resources the North needed they allied with the West and East where they were provided was they requested. This rugged land fades into ancient Oak over 1000 years old and into a Valley where lush farms thrive. This is the Western Valley that leads up into the Western Mountains which have peaks so high no one has ever been able to fly over, (expect Har… but no one truly believed that story).

These small elements to my world is what makes it unique. It isn’t fantasy because it’s magic. It isn’t fantasy because it has elves or fairies. It’s fantasy because it is a world you can escape into with it’s premise in Tolkin style world development… without the thirteen pages about a sword that doesn’t matter…

 CHARACTERS:

When it comes to fantasy there is a lot of writers that jump to magic and super fighting abilities. This isn’t the reason I read books. I love human interactions and characters that overcome their problems with their own natural skills.

Yes, my main character has God given abilities but she only uses them when she has to or they manifest even when she doesn’t want them to. With my main character with passive abilities like seeing past, present, and future events or healing people with the touch of her hand – those aren’t useful in a conflict. I have her needing to rely on what she’s learnt from her mentors or reflect on her on capabilities. More times than not Liora realizes she’s gotten herself into a situation that is completely above her skill set but she is forced to figure things out using her mind verses her fists.

That of course doesn’t mean Liora can’t fight. She isn’t officially trained like other characters in the book but if she needs to she can scrap. I wanted to make her imperfect, curious, and troublesome to a sense because most teenagers are. Most teenagers get into situations that are out of their control that they need to fix on their own. Most teenagers think they know everything when they clearly don’t. Most teenagers are still finding themselves or realizing what they are truly capable of.

Liora is all these things and more, which is one reason why I think she’s a very unique character.

 

Merely A Human

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I looked around the room.

Every coloured eye was glowing back in the flashing lights of the underling club. I was an idiot to think bring Royce to this place was a good idea. He was a mere rat in a room full of hungry cats now that I had the moment to think about it.

There by one of the standing tables was a group of vamps drinking their bloody mary’s and eyeing up the guy that I was no responsibile for. If I didn’t care so much I would have left him on his own in a place like this, but something about this guy had grown on me like the mould in the corner of a gym bathroom.

I didn’t like the fact his partnership was causing me to work around what I would normally do. It wasn’t like I could hide him here. Most in this room relied on scent to hunt and they liked the jelly meat suits of humans over their veggatarian diets of donar blood.

“They don’t look that weird,” Royce whispered, drawing my attention back to him. He stood beside me, his eyes looking over the room. “I was excepting…”

“Bladerunner? Night of the Living dead type shit?” I spat, rolling my eyes.

Of course he’d think that. The upperlings always had their wild imaginations. They painted us out to be monsters and sure some of us were but not all. Some of us were just like those mortals that controlled the city above. But, it was harder to explain that than just letting his little monkey brain come up with his own explaination.

“Stick close,” I growled. I pulled him to my side, wrapping an arm around his neck. “If anyone asks you’re my food.”

He smirked, nodding his head as he wrapped an arm around my waist.

Royce was handling this whole underling thing better than I had thought. Most humans would have been panicking or would have tried getting away. This guy didn’t do that. He kept his cool and pulled in close as if I had put him under some kind of trance.

Pretty close. Smells nice. Freaky glowing eyes. 

I wanted to laugh at his thoughts. They jumped between me and the room. Not that I was going to let on that I could hear them. He was a monkey, letting his hormones control his mind until something caught his attention pulling his thoughts from my scent to whatever.

The eyes of the patrons watched me more than my partner. Their looks of confusion and up turned lips of disgust made it obvious our presence was ruining their vibe. That was fine. I rarely spent time in places like this any more. They could think whatever they wanted about me. I was here for information.

“You!”

There came a hissing from behind me as a red eyed vamp stopped before us. Her eyes danced over Royce, while she licked her lips. This creature must have sense Royce’s heartbeat and smelt the sweat that stained the collar and pits of his shirt. She slinked closer, sniffing the air.

“Piss off,” I snarled, pushing the vamp back as she hissed. “He’s mine.”

“No one own’s a upperling sweetheart,” the vamp hummed, moving closer again, “not in this place.”

I rolled my eyes, pulling Royce closer. He was a head taller than me and if I was in the upper level he would be the threatening one. Here he was nothing. He was just food.

“Do you know what I am?” I growled, lunging forward to wrap my fingers around the vamps throat. “I eat pests like you for breakfast.”

“And what, that male there is your dessert?” she chuckled.

I let her throat go, stepping back to wrap my arms around Royce’s waist. He was stiff as a board, unsure what I was  doing but he knew better than to cause a scene in a place like this. I ran my fingers up his button shirt, loosening his tie before peering back at the vamp.

“He’s nothing but food,” I whispered. Royce placed his hand on my back, looking at me with his charming smirk. “Merely a human.”

The vamp hissed, storming off into the crowd as I let Royce go. His heart still raced as he averted his eyes from my glance. His face was flushed as he breathed through his nose.

“It’s all right, Royce. You’re not the first human to fall for me.”

Is she serious? Must be a joke… should I…

He laughed, shaking his head. The flush in his cheeks brighter than before when I didn’t join in his moment of embarrassed humour.

 

Suffering From Millennial Mouth

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When it comes to writing something out I come across as being much older than I actually am. I take my time to think of what I’m going to write and how I want people to portray what I’m going to say. My style, my voice in writing in very different from the actual words that come out of my mouth.

When I type out a story or a blog post my brain forces the words I’m typing through a filter, allowing time to pass between what I’m thinking and what is typed at a fair pace that allows for a smooth transition of fingers to words to happen. I work hard to get what I want to say across to my readers and I absolutely love conversing with a variety of people I would have never met otherwise.

Now, as much as I sound well educated on my blog and present myself in a mature manner through my various social media accounts – in person I sound nothing like how I type.

I like to call this part of me the ‘Millennial Mouth’. When I write in proper sentences on here, using proper words, and most times proper grammar – I speak like I have never heard words before.

When I’m with an older crowd of people my brain forces the filter in front of my mouth and I can communicate properly. That’s the same with work… I’m a great communicator when it is needed of me.

tumblr_inline_nliyk9icz61qjcstiBut if I’m standing at a bus stop or hanging out with my friends at the mall, my words become atrocious. I sound like Google translate gone wrong, yet it amazes me when those of my age group understand me. I can cut out words from a sentence, or create compound words that aren’t really compound words and those around me understand. I can speak in sounds and use like a lot, which in turn has those I’m with communicate the same way and I understand them.

We are modern-day Neanderthals with cellphones, speaking a language that would make those older cringe… but somehow I am still understood.

It baffles me sometimes but at the same time I understand how it happens. Language is an ever changing fluid thing. New words are added to the dictionary every year. When I was a kid saying ‘cool beans’ was the thing and now its ‘on fleek’. When my grandparents were my age their words were ‘bee’s knees’ and ‘cat’s meow’. Every generation adds to our language… and as much as I feel that what I’m speaking is butchering the English language it is actually moulding it for the times.

We don’t speak or write the same way as Shakespeare. Actually, Shakespeare was a creator of many of the words were still use today. Not many of that time actually spoke the way Shakespeare wrote and with the language growing if was language innovators like Shakespeare that gave us the platform to build from today. jhw8hgc

So, yes, I speak terribly most of the time but the words I speak reflect the generation I’m part of. I don’t mind that, since one day the words I’m speaking with be replaced by so many other words. My language will be outdated and I’m fine with that. At least the language I’m typing is more of the mature universal tone that will live throughout the ages. 🙂

30 Day Writing Challenge: Day 25: Word Image Search

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Word Image Search

Today’s challenge is: think of a word and search for it using Google Images. Writing something inspired by the 11th Image.

The word I chose was tranquillity. The 11th image was:

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I stood at the end of the board walk. The warm night air off the water stuck to my skin. I pulled my housecoat closer as the fluffy lime material tickled my skin. The smell of salt danced up my nose making me close my eyes and take a slower, deeper breath. The sound of waves lapped around me, slapping up onto my feet covered in white sand.

I open my eyes to see glass reflecting cotton of blues, pinks, and greys. The sky like candy pastels as I run my hand through my hair knocking away the fading electric blue strands.

I’m glad I came out here. I needed a break.

There came a knock from behind me. I turned around, feeling my frustration return. Someone was at my door and I had a good idea as to who it was.

Snapping my fingers the imaged faded, leaving me standing in the middle of the dark room. Photographs plastered the back wall caught the light through the crack in the drawn blinds when a car drove through the alleyway below. I could hear the neighbours shouting across the way as there came another knock on my front door.

The knocking this time was louder.

Secretly I had hoped he had left after thinking I wasn’t in.

“Jay!” it was Royce, as I had expected. “Jaya, open the fracking door – we need to talk!”

I smirked after hearing him use the word I commonly used to replace the oh so boring swears of this century. Maybe there was hope for Officer Bass after all.

Closing the door to my room and making sure the lock was latched, I made my way down the hallway covered in tacky floral print to the living room. I stood facing the entrance and with a snap of my fingers the front latch unlocked. He knocked again, obviously not noticing what I had done.

“It’s open – you Neanderthal,” I called, crossing my arms under my chest as he opened the door.

“It was locked – I checked,” Royce growled, closing the door. A thick manila folder was tucked under his right pit.

“Hope you check crime scenes better,” I smirked, noticing a hazel glare over his sunglasses, a habit I hadn’t yet been able to make him curb. “So, what brings yah to my lair this late?”

He took off his shoes, welcoming himself in like he had half a dozen times, collapsing in his usual spot in the corner of my lumpy black futon. Patches jumped up onto the back, settling near Royce as he gave her a hesitant pat. After they were both settled he set down the folder on my coffee table still covered with takeout containers.

“We found another body,” Royce muttered, moving to lean his elbows onto his knees after firmly planting his feet on the floor. He was hunched over in deep thought as I caught him give me a glance. “I know you’re off… since…”

He paused, taking off his sunglasses to set them atop the folder. He took a deep breath, rubbing the bridge of his nose. Patches was rubbing up against his back now for attention that he wasn’t going to give. I knew he blamed himself for what had happened but it wasn’t his fault. I wish I could have told him I was fine. I wanted to tell him that that Jinn couldn’t have killed me with an injury like that… but I couldn’t. He couldn’t know what I was. I couldn’t tell him or I’d be sent back to the bottle for who knows how long.

“Hey, Bass…” my voice was low but it reached his ears when he turned to give me a smirk at hearing his nickname, “you’re my partner – tell me what you need me to do.”

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Ha…. well that was unexpected… didn’t think Jaya would make a comeback. If you don’t remember Jaya – she was a free genie I wrote about a while back [Her First Appearance Is Here]. Maybe my mind is telling me something… XD

I’M NOT A TAP!!

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Recently I’ve been finding it difficult to write, and it doesn’t help that once I’m in a writing zone that someone or something interrupts me.

When I get home I curl up on the couch and try to ignore the world while I work away on writing about a world that isn’t real. My mind has to be focused on that world so I know what it looks like and what the characters are doing. I need to be in that world to figure out the characters interactions and their emotions pertaining to the situation.

I have to be in ‘The Zone’ to put it simply.

So, when I’m in ‘The Zone’ and I’m working away on a scene it is really inconvenient when someone calls for my attention. I ignore them until I finish my thought in hopes to being able to jump right into it when I get back to working on my story. Sometimes I can’t ignore them long enough because they are standing in front of me, or continuously calling for me in the kitchen where they can see I’m typing away on my laptop with my headphones on. By the way HEADPHONES MEAN I AM IGNORING THE WORLD!!! When I remove my headphones then you can proceed to get my attention…

I’M NOT A TAP YOU KNOW!!!

30 Day Writing Challenge: Day 19 – First Love

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Discuss Your First Love

My first love wasn’t a person. My first love wasn’t an animal. My first love was an activity.

I fell in love with ballet.

Yes, I was a ballet dance for six years and I loved it. Dancing was telling a story without words. You have to express yourself through movement, and facial expressions. You had to paint a story through the music and give the audience the story through your actions.

I was young like six years old when I started dancing, but I soon realized that I loved it when we did our first performance. We danced up on the stage doing – at the time – an attempt of what the older girls were doing but we were having fun.

As the years went on, I was able to perform in the larger sirminimusproductions. I played Sir Minimus from the Labyrinth (the one with David Bowie) and Mr. Beaver from The Lion, The Witch, and the Wardrobe. I became characters from stories, wore costumes and face paint. I danced around as people I wasn’t – probably one reason I became so interested in cosplay… now that I think about it.

I stopped dancing at age 12 not because I wanted to stop, but because of the people running the school made it difficult to enjoy. I had dealt with social pressures – be tiny, be delicate, don’t be harsh, don’t dance like a boy… the worst of it was when they were trying to get me into doing the dancing exams.

The whole reason I went into dancing was to have fun. I didn’t want to do exams. I didn’t want to become a teacher. I didn’t want to go to the Royal Academy of Dancing… but if I wanted to take certain classes that use to be open to me… if I wanted to continue to perform in the big production they forced those who were there to have fun into these exams. Exams by the way aren’t fun. It is you standing before four snobby looking people who judge you on your dancing. They criticise your posture, your arm movement, your foot position. They tear your to pieces… they tear a twelve year old girl to pieces over not being perfect.

So, yeah… after my first exam I realized if I wanted to dance I would be able to dance where I was going. Unfortunately the other dance schools were taking on this professional dancers only mentality… and so… I never danced again.

Maybe I’ll go back to the stage when I’m older, but at the moment I’m happy just doing my reviews in my living room. 🙂

WRITE THE DAMN BOOK!

Recently I’ve been getting this question a lot:

“How were you able to write a book? Isn’t it hard? Doesn’t it take up time? Aren’t you worried about what people will think about it?”

Okay… that is more than one question but the answer is the same for all of them – Yes.

Yes, it was hard. Yes, it does take up time. Yes, I’m worried about what people think.

But, I was able to write a book because I wanted to write a book. I wanted this story to be out there. I wanted people to read it despite what criticism I may get from it. I wanted Liora to be enjoyed by people. I wanted people to laugh at Caldor’s antics. I wanted to write because I wanted to write.

For too long have I spent looking over my written work going, “Well that’s done.” Putting it in the drawer or into a file never to see the light of day again.

This story didn’t let that happen. This story kept me up at night wanting to be shared. It was hard to write because I wanted my story’s characters to be right. It took up time because I wanted everything to read smoothly. I’m worry about what people think because I’ve put so much hard-work/ time into this project in hopes of not seeing it flop.

I couldn’t leave the book in my desk – that would have been wrong. My characters’ deserve better than that. That’s why I wrote my book and that’s why I’m writing the second one. Not for me but for my readers and for my characters who both deserve to have this story written. 🙂

30 Day Writing Challenge: Day 17 – Zodiac

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Does Your Zodiac Sign Describe You

First thing’s first, I don’t listen to my Zodiac sign because they are written so general that anyone can find something that works for them in any sign. So, before even reading I would say – yes, my sign PISCES describes me but so do the other 11 signs.

But this is the challenge for today – so lets do this thing:

Strengths: Compassionate, artistic, intuitive, gentle, wise, musical

Weaknesses: Fearful, overly trusting, sad, desire to escape reality, can be a victim or a martyr

Pisces likes: Being alone, sleeping, music, romance, visual media, swimming, spiritual themes

Pisces dislikes: Know-it-all, being criticized, the past coming back to haunt, cruelty of any kind

Pisces are very friendly, so they often find themselves in a company of very different people. Pisces are selfless, they are always willing to help others, without hoping to get anything back.

Pisces is a Water sign and as such this zodiac sign is characterized by empathy and expressed emotional capacity.

Their ruling planet is Neptune, so Pisces are more intuitive than others and have an artistic talent. Neptune is connected to music, so Pisces reveal music preferences in the earliest stages of life. They are generous, compassionate and extremely faithful and caring.

People born under the Pisces sign have an intuitive understanding of the life cycle and thus achieve the best emotional relationship with other beings.

Pisces-born are known by their wisdom, but under the influence of Uranus, Pisces sometimes can take the role of a martyr, in order to catch the attention. Pisces are never judgmental and always forgiving. They are also known to be most tolerant of all the zodiac signs.

Now, that is a long section to read and I didn’t write it. You can find more information about your sign are the link the above is linked to. 🙂

IN CONCLUSION:

I’m apparently an artist, empath, friend, and introvert.

This is me. I’m a writer, a form of artist that paints with words. I’m empathic – always trying to cheer people up or sometimes matching peoples emotions I’m around. Friendly, I can be although I would rather be alone which goes with being an introvert.

I love listening to music of any kind, but I am in no way talented in music. It says I’m too quick to trust… which I disagree with. Maybe when I was younger I was but as I’ve gotten old I find trusting people has become harder.

So, yes, this sign is me although there are parts that are not… it all depends on if you want to believe in this sort of thing or not. I just think it’s best not to put stock into something that sounds so generalized and not to live your life letting it control your choices. 🙂

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