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SoLK’s Chapter Edits and Realizations

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Last update I talked about being done chapter three, this time I am done chapter four.

Not a huge success but I had to go back to make changes to the previous chapters to help make sense of what the later chapters are going to hold. I have mentioned before I’m not a planner when it comes to writing books.

I have a plan in the sense where I know where I want the story to end up but when it comes to chapters and details I have no freaking clue. I let the characters guide the story and allow their personalities to create the scenes.

For example:

I had originally planned for the story to begin with Liora hurrying to meet the King of the South as per Empress Mardina’s request… but something about that wasn’t right.

Mardina is a relatively kind woman with a protectiveness for the things she “owns” – like Liora. Liora is useful for La’reen with her abilities to see and predict things – and even more-so now that her talents of seeing are getting stronger. Mardina would be in fear of losing Liora to her cousin, and so wouldn’t permit Liora anywhere near Min’din during the King’s visit to La’reen.

As those of you who have read the previous books know, Liora isn’t the type to listen to someone when they say no. She lets her curiosity get the better of her and finds loop holes to get what she wants, (or just straight out does it without any regard of the punishment involved). In book three, one of those moments is seeing the Southern King. She doesn’t just do it because she wants to see what Min’din is like compared to Charn – his Northern counterpart – but wants to find out what Min’din knows about her peoples’ massacre.

The King wants to meet with Liora, not because he wants to meet the girl, but because she is a tool that can get him what he wants. Mardina’s downfall of showing off Liora like one of her prized possessions has come back to bite her in the butt by having someone in the court tell the Southern King that Mardina has a Seer, which in turn could help Min’din find answers about his son that no one else has been able to answer.

This complicated balance of personalities is what drives the first chapters.

Liora wants answers about her people and Min’din’s role in their deaths. Mardina wants to keep her new toy away from her cousin. Min’din wants answers about his son and the future of his country. Everyone has a want, and how they go about achieving it is very different.

So, when I originally started writing I tried to go with what I had planned and soon discovered I was writing the story and not my characters. As soon as I stepped back and basically said, “Liora, take the wheel”, the story began to develop into this complicated wonder I now have before me.

Compared to book two, book three is going to be filled with a lot of events intersecting and reacting with one another. Liora is becoming a player in the game of politics, and soon her actions are going to start affecting more than just herself or the Six. Book Three: Sons of Lost Kings, is going to be where Liora wakes up and realizes that one person can make an impact on their world, whether they want to or not.

Anyways… that was my writing realization of the day. 

Until next time – toodles!!

Finding Writing-Life Balance

About a week ago, I posted on my other site about how I struggled with finding a healthy writing-life balance. I wanted to share my experience with all of you and share the things that have helped me find balance in my writing life. Click the image below to be teleported to my main site to find out more:

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Trying to get out of a writing funk…

So… yeah… I haven’t stuck to the promise I made to post more. I know… I’m terrible… but life happens and sometimes you get pulled away from what you want to do to deal with what you need to do.

The last year has been one of those years where the second I want to do something another thing has gotten in the way. First it was moving into a new place, then I got two new kittens (which if you ever tried writing with kittens it is a challenge), and then I started a new job that took my focus away from what I wanted to do when I got home. In summary – being an adult sucks and don’t ever grow up. XD

But, in all seriousness I also was suffering from a lacking desire to write. For the longest time I had used writing as an escape, something I did for fun… but after writing two books and focusing so much on sales I realized that my passion was turning into another job. For some that is great. Becoming a writer that just does that for their job is a lot of peoples goals, but as I was working towards that goal that I thought I wanted I realized it wasn’t all that it was cracked up to be. I burned out and that little fire that I had turned into coals.

It has been almost a year since I seriously wrote something on here. It has been even longer since I started working on a story or planning out a book. I have book three planned out and it will be written… but it has taken some time to find the motivation to do so. I don’t know when I will post next. I have all these ideas and plans but it is the matter of motivation that gets in the way. The only reason I’m writing this now is more out of trying to get what I’ve been feeling out than anything else.

Anyways, that’s enough rambling for today. I think I’ll leave you all to your weekends. 🙂

Toodles for now.

I’m Back – With An Update!!!

Oh my Gods!

What has it been… a month? Two Months? It feels like a lifetime since I last posted on this blog. Don’t worry, I have my reasons…

I was suffering from a bought of creative burnout. Yes, that is a thing and I’ll tell you how/ why it happened.

After getting a creative intensive job focused towards blogging, social media, and marketing I didn’t have the energy to come home to do that for my own projects (bad I know). I was used to having jobs focused towards accounting and administration work that focused more on number crunching, allowing for my evenings to be the time I could be creative. With a job that focused on thinking outside the box and finding ways to work creatively to promote various businesses I couldn’t find the power to go home and do the same.

Now, that overload of creative usage is coming to an end!!

With a new job on the horizon I will be able to focus my time between math during the day and creative expression in the evenings. This means posting on this blog more often and working on building my author/ book platforms. I will not be posting every day on this blog like I had in the past, but instead focusing on Dialogue Prompts, short stories, and post updates for my other platforms.

So, to break down the plans on what I’ll be doing for what sites here is a list:

Prophecy Six Blog (this site) is going to be focused towards sharing posts from my other platforms, poems/ photography/ recipes, dialogue prompts, and important updates. (Monday and Friday)

Prophecy Six Series Official Site is focused towards world building for my book series, fun updates about the world or books, my store, and any lovely P6 creations my readers may want to share with the online community. (Wednesday)

Deanna Wiltshire Official Site is focused towards fun facts about me (the author), other writing projects I have in the works (fairy tale retelling, paranormal fiction, children’s book, etc.), tips and tricks when it comes to writing, my store, and book reviews of indie-authors/ Canadian Authors. (Tuesday and Thursday)

Getting these up and running will take some time but I appreciate the patience you have given me so far. I miss writing for all of you and hopefully soon, I’ll be back to my regular writing mood.

Toodles for now!

Deanna

 

 

Monday Writing Prompt: Feed off People

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He looked over the glass vials and jars that filled her kitchen cabinets. If it wasn’t for the labels the kitchen would be like anyone else he knew. The Goblin Ears and Kitten Tongues that were stored right next to the Sriracha, though was hard to ignore. Although, from everything he had experienced and from what he had learnt from listening to her, Jaya wasn’t one to eat these things.

“I thought you fed on people,” Royce turned, catching the woman glance over her shoulder before going back to making him a cup of tea.

“I don’t feed off people… that’s barbaric. It is their inspiration that satisfies my hunger now-a-days,” she passed him the China cup. The gold trim around the lip of the cup and the delicate flower pattern was beautiful.

“Isn’t their inspiration still part of them?”

“Sure, but it isn’t something a person has to live on like blood or a heart… inspiration is more like a part they secrete like body odor.”

“Delightful…” Royce tried not to turn up his lip at that comparison but the tone of his voice eluded his control.

Jaya chuckled, settling down on the stool near the corner of the kitchen. Her head pressed against the wall as she rested her hands in her lap. He had thought she was going to make herself some tea but then again what was someone who didn’t need to eat human food do with a cut of steaming liquid?

ME Andromeda Fan Fiction: Part 2 – The Fall

If you haven’t read the first part of the fan fiction you can find it right

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Like I always do before sharing my writing for the fan fiction, I share with you the game play that inspired it. You can watch it or skip it, the choice it up to you. I just find when you watch the game play you get a better idea of the characters I’m going to write about. Anywho, that’s all for now. Enjoy!

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The Fall

The air smelt stale, as I opened my eyes to find myself not where I thought I would be. The rocky landscape, the zapping echo of lightening, the humming of the monstrous mysterious machinery vibrating through the ground had all gone silent. The only sound I could hear was my heart beating in my ears and the faint whistling breath I released out my nose.

Where was I? This wasn’t Habitat 7 or any place on the Hyperion I knew of. Was I even on the ship? Was I in a room?

Pulling myself to my feet, I tried to find my balance. The empty space made it had to get my bearings but after a faltering step I managed to keep my balance. The black room gave me no clear details of where it began or ended. I could feel my hands and feet but couldn’t see them.

“Transfer at 68%.” That was SAM‘s voice. The computerized harmonics of his voice were distinct enough to recognize, but the volume was almost a whisper.

“SAM, where am I?” I waited for the AI to answer but after a long silent minute I knew he wouldn’t reply. Maybe he couldn’t hear me? Maybe my implant wasn’t working or communications were lost again? “SAM?”

“Transfer at 73%.”

What transfer? Was I being transferred somewhere? Was I locked in some kind of chamber for quarantine? Sure, that last idea was possible with the dangers we came across on the surface. Still, I thought I would remember how I got to this room or what was going on.

I walked towards SAM’s voice, at least I assumed that was the direction SAM’s voice was coming from. The closer I walked the louder his voice became, but before I could call out again I was blinded by a white light. I stepped back, lifting my arms to guard my eyes.

“Sara.” That was dad’s voice.

Unshielding my eyes, I could see we were back on the platform standing before the inner chamber of the tower we had been searching. The humming of the electronics were almost deafening outside, but the moment we stepped into the large chamber everything became muted. There in the center of the room was the large triangular control board, or so we assumed. I felt a pat on my arm, watching my dad walk towards the control board with a smile plastered across his face. Without hesitation I followed on his heels.

“These are the moments that make it all worth while.” He didn’t say it but I heard the words like a memory whispering in the back of my mind. I remembered this room and remembered how dad was able to connect with the control board. He had fixed the weather; stopping the lightening to allow for our shuttle to get off planet.

My stomach turned when a bolting memory shot through my mind. A wave of energy had thrown us out of the room. I had fallen off the platform and landed somewhere below. My throat burned and as I forced myself to swallow I could remember the panic of being unable to breathe.

“Dad, don’t! Something bad is going to happen if you touch that.” I hurried to take his hand, hoping to stop him from reactivating the console. He lifted my hand to the console, before taking a step back. The console hummed louder, as I turned to look back over my shoulder to see my dad was no longer there. Again I was alone.

“Make me proud.” His voice whispered, feeling a pain in my chest like a knife stabbing through my rib cage. There was a high pitch buzzing in my ears as I gripped my head with my hands.

A rush of images darted through my mind – mom, Scott, dad. I saw the Prothean site on Mars and the Citadel where I grew up.

“What’s going on!?” I scream, crumpling to the ground in pain from the buzzing in my head.

“Transfer complete, please stand by.”

 

ME Andromeda Fan fiction: Zero Day

Before you begin reading, I would suggest you watch the video below. This will explain the events mentioned in the fan fiction and help you piece together some of the things I elude to. This, of course, is just a suggestion. So, if you are here just for the fan fiction please enjoy.

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ZERO DAY

“When people look back on this – and they will – they’ll remember we didn’t give up. We kept dreaming. That our first, few faltering steps in Andromeda were the beginning of everything they know.”

Dad’s words echoed in my head like a corrupted data file. The overwhelming feeling of needing to succeed rested on our backs. 20,000 lives depended on us to find them a new home. As amazing as that felt… the pressure was high now that we were stuck in a place we knew little about.

The shuttle shuddered in the turbulence of the strange energy cloud that snaked its way across the Heleus Cluster, reaching out towards the world we were supposed to call home. As I looked out the window towards the Ark Hyperion tangled in the branches of the cloud I couldn’t help but feel a wave of dread for what was to come.

This wasn’t how things were supposed to go down. The plan was to sleep for 600 years and wake up in a new galaxy where we wouldn’t have these problems. We were supposed to wake up to new Golden Worlds to turn into the new homes of the Milky Way species and create a diplomatic order around peace and new discovery.

Those plans were now bust. Nothing we had planned was working out so far.

Shaking my head, I tried to rid myself of the fogginess I felt from the lingering drugs in my system. Being in stasis for 600 years has its side effects, but being ordered to take part in a mission run by your dad after just waking up from said 600 year nap is another thing.

Tough love? Some would call it that, but it was more trying to live up to the Ryder name. My father back in the Milky Way had been an N7 – a respected soldier of the Alliance – until his dishonorable discharge. Somehow he had been given the chance to become the Human Pathfinder to the Initiative. His mission now, to find a new home, and as his daughter that was big shoes to fill.

With a deep breath, I looked out the window again towards the snaking energy anomaly. We wouldn’t have even considered touching down on Habitat 7 if our Ark wasn’t stuck in that mess. We were supposed to go to the Nexus, meeting ground for all the Arks travelling to the Andromeda Galaxy. Another thing that didn’t work out.

Captain Dunn, the one responsible for getting our Ark to safety, wasn’t able to contact the Nexus and so now we were heading to explore a home that by first glance looked like a death trap. I signed up for adventure, so I guess I got exactly what I was looking for.

“How’s your brother doing?” Fisher’s voice buzzed away in the earpiece of my helmet. I glanced over my shoulder to see him sitting behind the pilot’s seat.

Fisher had been one of the Pathfinder Team members I had gotten to meet back in the Milky Way. He was friends with my twin brother, Scott. They met on some mission or at some conference while watching over one of the Relays. He was a good shot but shit at poker – or so I was told.

“Lexi says he’s stable – she has to put him in a coma until his brain starts working right… or something like that.” I tried to explain, unsure if what I was saying was even making any sense.

Waking from stasis is like waking up after a long, hard night of drinking. Your body feels heavy, breathing makes you want to vomit, and every sound is louder than it actually is. Pair that with people poking you and asking you questions it isn’t easy to think straight, yet along form coherent sentences. After two cups of coffee I still felt like shit, but according to the doctors and my SAM implant I was normal. Normal, of course, was great until our ship marooned on the anomaly knocking out gravity in the cryo bay and causing my brother’s stasis pod to malfunction. Normal quickly went downhill from there.

“You know Scott – he’s stubborn as hell, I wouldn’t worry about ‘im.” Fisher gave me a thumbs up before turning back to manning the coms that kept us in contact with Shuttle One – where my dad and his second-in-command, Cora, was.

I didn’t want to tell Fisher that wasn’t I too worried about Scott. My mind was busy digesting everything it had gone through prior to stepping foot on the shuttle. I was trying to psych myself up for what was to come. My brother was safe on the Hyperion under the care of the best doctors in the Andromeda Galaxy. What worried me was the mysteries awaiting me and the rest of the Pathfinder Team on what was supposed to be ‘New Earth’.

 

PART 2: THE FALL

What is your writing Kryptonite?

Hello Internet Friends,

This week we are talking about writing Kryptonite and for those that don’t know what that is… basically what is your writing weakness. I was trying to be all smart with wanting to do a comparison between my green kryptonite and my red kryptonite but for the sake of my readers who aren’t Superman fans… I will just focus on my weakness (green kryptonite).

With that said, my writing weakness is the internet.

The internet can be useful with research but man it ruins any motivation I have to write. I may start off wanting to research about medical practices of the medieval age (or lack there of) and eight hours later be watching YouTube videos of cats saying ‘no’. The internet is not only the place I do research but also where I sell my books and connect with my readership. So, as much as I want to disconnect I am tied to it.

The worst part – I know I should be doing something else but I get distracted by so many people online or information online that I never get back to my intended purpose for opening up my browser in the first place. I know I’m not alone with this problem. Many of you have told me that the internet hinders your writing drive.

What is your writing krytonite? Is it the internet or something else? Let me know in the comment section down below, and until next time remember to stay safe, be creative, and as always toodles!! ^.^

Do What You Can’t – Response

One thing I love about Casey Neistat is he is a creator that doesn’t let anything stand in his way. He makes a living out of doing amazing things and filming it. I came across Casey’s videos a year ago, and although I had seen his work through the years I never really took a chance to watch his vlogs or other videos until last year when I subscribed to his channel.

When it comes to the channels I subscribe too I can be selective. My main qualifiers for channels are:

  1. Does it educate me in some way?
  2. Does it make me think?
  3. Does it make me laugh?
  4. Does it help me be creative?

All 89 channels I am currently subscribe to answer yes, but for Casey – his channel checks off all four. He talks about life, his struggles and accomplishments. He captures humanity in a way that shows you that the world isn’t as dark as others may make it out being, but when something terrible happens he isn’t one to sugar coat it. Yes, he can be bias about things – but humans are bias creatures and our opinions sometimes slip into places they shouldn’t.

This week Casey’s video hit me in a way his other videos didn’t. His topic was ‘Do What You Can’t’. He talks about how if he listened to all the people that told him he couldn’t move to New York, couldn’t never have a show because of his looks, or be unable to make a living in film because he never went to school that he wouldn’t be where he is now. He did what people told him he couldn’t do and he goes onto talk about others – specifically the YouTube community – who make a living ‘doing what they can’t’.

So, to add to the doing what you can’t conversation that Casey started I want to through my hat in the ring with my story.

Growing up I had a lot of people tell me I couldn’t do things. I had a babysitter tell me that I would never be a strong swimmer which pushed me to getting my life guarding certification and swimming across the lake at my parent’s cottage without assistance one summer. I was told I was never going to last high school by some of my teachers, which not only pushed me to graduate high school with honours but go onto become a Ontario Certified teacher. There were two teachers – I will not name – that told me I would never become a author because there were better writers out there and the competition for publication was too high. Although they aren’t wrong about the second part – which I did get offers from publishers for my work that I chose to turn down – they didn’t know about e-books at the time or that self-publishing would be so popular.

Everyone has been told they can’t do something because of some reason or another in their life but Casey proves that you don’t have to listen. You can choose to listen to those that doubt your strength or you can push through and show those who doubted you what you are capable of. Sure, it won’t be easy. Heck surpassing all the doubters in my life wasn’t easy, but I have something to show for it. I am a strong swimmer. I am smart enough to graduate high school and university. I am skilled enough to publish not one but two books.

So, in the words of Casey Neistat ‘Do What You Can’t’ and show the world who they underestimated.

Until next time remember to stay safe, be creative, and as always toodles! ^.^

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