Tuesday, 29 December 2009

End of the year

Ugh, so much I wanted to do this year and just failed at. Hoping to get into a proper routine next year though so that I'm more productive.

As for my writing at the moment; I really want to be working on THaN but have so much course work to do that it's just not possible. I was hoping to get ahead with the course work over Christmas so I could spend this week writing but it just didn't happen.

I did write a 1500word horror (ish) piece that I would appreciate someone else reading over for me. It was originally planned as my final piece for the fiction course but I'm really not sure of it and could do with someone else's feedback.

Right, I'm off to get some more studying to do, I want to finish my essay plan today so I can work on the first draft tomorrow.

Wednesday, 9 December 2009

Carry me, please.

When I was 8 my Gran (Dad's Mum) died of cancer. Less than an hour before the phone call came in I was talking to a friend, the Catholic girl next-door. She told me not to be sad about my Gran dying, that God was taking away her pain and she was going to a better place. I took her words to heart. When I walked into the living room my Dad was just hanging up the phone, both parents were in tears. I remember going to the back door to say 'Goodbye' to my Gran, it seemed the right thing to do. I remember cuddling my mum and thinking; "This is selfish, she is happier now and not in pain, how can that make me sad?" So I stopped crying, I boiled the kettle and made a few phone calls so other people knew what had happened and that my parents needed them.
I didn't grieve.

Perhaps related to that perhaps not but I've been an emotional wreck for most of my life since then.

When they took Papa (Mum's Dad) into hospital I seemed to be the only one who feared the worst. He had just gone in for breathing difficulties, they kept him in because his heart wasn't stabilising. And now they're keeping him in because his heart, lungs and kidneys are failing. His mind is going and he keep trying to climb out of bed and falling. The doctors don't think he'll make it to Christmas.
This time, I'm crying.

I'm doing my best to hold myself together, I keep reminding myself that he's not dead yet, but it's hard. Maybe because I fully comprehend what death is now, or maybe because I am more attached to Papa than I was to Gran. Or maybe simply because I am allowing myself to feel this time, It hurts a whole lot more. This is the man who taught me to walk, my first word was "Papa" (bet my parents were chuffed!) and despite how annoying, manipulative and gross (84 year old men should not wolf whistle at nurses, especially 84 year old men who refuse to wash) he has become... he's still my Papa. I've said some hurtful things about him, I've thought a whole lot worse, but I'm not ready for him to go get either.

His death will mean that neither of Mum's parents are alive as her own Mum died years ago, before Mum met Dad, when she was only 16. I can't imagine what this feels like to her.

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In case your wondering about the title, a while ago I was going through a rough patch and a friend made me listen to Leeland's 'Carried to the Table'. And it's kid of helping me through this too.

Thursday, 3 December 2009

It's happy dance time!

I have jsut sent of the last of the assignments I had due this week and I couldn't be happier. Yes my next blocks of study start on Saturday, yes I dropped out of NaNo because of illness and stress. But I am happy.

Mainly because I now have less stress (despite the pile of emails needing replied to... darn wedding photographers).

Hopefully normal communications will return over the next week or so.

Tuesday, 10 November 2009

An actual 'not a teaser' teaser

Part 3 of our 'not a teaser run', this time we're looking at past influences, this one was rather difficult to write. To be honest it would have taken just as long had I been writing about myself never mind M6.



1. What do you consider the most important event of your life so far?
I would have to say that being dragged away from my parents and sold into slavery has been traumatic but probably important

2. Who has had the most influence on you?
My Mam, she taught me everything.

3. What do you consider your greatest achievement?
5 years ago I would have said my greatest achievement was being top of my class. Now I think it is surviving my Raven training.

4. What is your greatest regret?
That I did not do as my Father told me. That I strayed away from him and Mam to play by myself and was then caught by the man who sold me as a slave.

5. What is the most evil thing you have ever done?
I once told my friend Jekka that to be part of our group you had to swim the Able river. He nearly drowned and we still didn't let him play with us until the next summer.

6. Do you have a criminal record of any kind?
No, I do not.

7. When was the last time you were the most frightened?
I spoke out of turn to an Officer ans was sent to Officer Kendrick's room for punishment, I did not expect to be able to walk out of there and was lucky to only have my arm broken.

8. If you could change one thing from your past, what would it be, and why?
I would not have wandered off on my own that day we were in Port Ambrose. Then I would not be a slave.

9. What is your best memory?
Learning my letters with Mam, I got to sit on Fathers lap. Father did not often spend time with me so it was a nice treat.

10. What is your worst memory?
Being bound in rotten rope and dragged through the gates to the slave market, knowing I would be sold, knowing I would likely never see my parents and friends again.

Wednesday, 4 November 2009

Teaser Wednesday?

Okay so 1) today is Wednesday and 2) this is an extract from my NaNo. Deal with it.

We were writing short stories in English class today based on a study group being interrupted from a unique point of view. I guess given that this is my journal, I can write my story here too.
"Upstairs was a magical place. Elsie and I, despite dad's warnings kept sneaking back up to have 'just one more' look. Up there, taking up every available seat and stool were grown-ups. Each grown-up sat in silence typing away on their laptop. Elsie and I had no idea what they where doing but to us it seemed enchanting. Down below we could hear the chatter of our parents, the clattering of the café owner serving coffee and some soft background music. Upstairs, while we could still hear all those noises, they seemed to be drowned out by the clacking of keys, soft rustles as someone moved and the occasional cough from a lady in the corner who had a cold. Dad and mum were taking it in turns to drag us away from our spot at the top of the stairs. But always the lure of it would call to us and we would creep back up those stairs to watch the adults. Once, Elsie dared me to go and take a book from one of the shelves up there. I slowly entered that hallowed place and had the book, picked at random, in my hands when dad shouted. I guess he and mum had grown tired of chasing us down from there. We left shortly after and never did find out what those mysterious grown-ups where doing in that strange little room upstairs."
It's not very good but the best I could come up with at the time.

Tuesday, 27 October 2009

Playlist

There is a whole lot of effort involved in creating my 'not-a-teaser' posts, effort I just don't feel like putting in right now due to studying needing done and a sore head. So instead we have a new dohicky. If you look to the side (and scroll down a bit) you see a playlist!

When working on THaN I have a tracklist on YouTube of about 25 songs which mean something to the story. Today I transferred 11 into a playlist (it would have been 10 but I gave you one extra) so you can hear them, some of them are there because they are relevant to the whole plot some of them only mean something at certain important points, some of them are just there because I like them. I'll leave it up to you to decide which is which.

More, almost proper, not-a-teasers should be happening next month.

Monday, 26 October 2009

Apology

I haven't posted in a while as I've had the flu (not swine flu thankfully) and what with catching up on course work and getting better my mind hasn't really been on blogging. I shall post something tomorrow (another not-a-teaser probably). And hopefully resume normal service after that.

Sunday, 18 October 2009

How to plan a NaNo novel

Well, more 'How I planned my NaNo'.

Step 1 : The idea
I admit, I cheated, the idea was Race's and she said I could have it. However you do it, this step needs done, can't write without an idea. That idea could be a plot, a character, a scene or anything else that sparks a story.

Step 2 : The method
Now you have an idea you need to decide how you want to write it, will you use BIC (butt in chair), will you use a well structured plan or will you plan vague points and hope the story carries between them? You could even plan the first few scenes and hope it grows legs and walks on it's own from there. I'm going for a fairly structured plan.

Step 3 : The Maths
This was where I sat and worked some things out. For NaNo you are aiming to produce 50,000 words. I worked out that this amounts to roughly 2000 words a day for 25 days. November has more than 25 days but I think aiming for 2000 gives a bit of slack for days off and days where you write very little. It also allows for extra days to check word count and to go over the limit.

Step 4 : The Plan
This is how my plan works, yours will probably look completely different.
Okay, so Eden will be written as a diary so lets do some more maths; 50,000 divided by 500 is 100, that gives me 100 diary entries, perfect that nicely covers just over 3 months if the MC writes 1 a day. Now I know I have 100 sets of 500 words to plan, and 4 a day to write, seems a bit more manageable.
With this knowledge I took some scrap paper and cut it into roughly 100 bits big enough to write a diary entry title and a short description on. On a seperate sheet of paper I wrote the main plot points I want to cover then it was just a case of splitting up those plot points, adding a few in and dividing the whole lot into 100. A bit of fun was had trying to order all the bits of paper then the whole thing was copied into the notebook I'm using for NaNo. Plan done!

Step 5 : Optional extras
I have also created character sheets for each of my main characters and a few sheets of notes of settings. You don't have to do this kind of planning but you may find it useful later on. You might want to tile your piece now or wait till your finished, you might want chapter headings now you might now, it's totally up to you.

Step 6 : Have fun writing
Writing gets done in November and November only! But the main point, at least I think the main point, is not to church out 50,000 and hate every minute of it. The main point is to have fun.

Saturday, 17 October 2009

An actual 'not a teaser' teaser!

Part 3 of our 'not a teaser run', this time we're looking at past influences, this one was rather difficult to write. To be honest it would have taken just as long had I been writing about myself never mind M6.



1. What do you consider the most important event of your life so far?
I would have to say that being dragged away from my parents and sold into slavery has been traumatic but probably important

2. Who has had the most influence on you?
My Mam, she taught me everything.

3. What do you consider your greatest achievement?
5 years ago I would have said my greatest achievement was being top of my class. Now I think it is surviving my Raven training.

4. What is your greatest regret?
That I did not do as my Father told me. That I strayed away from him and Mam to play by myself and was then caught by the man who sold me as a slave.

5. What is the most evil thing you have ever done?
I once told my friend Jekka that to be part of our group you had to swim the Able river. He nearly drowned and we still didn't let him play with us until the next summer.

6. Do you have a criminal record of any kind?
No, I do not.

7. When was the last time you were the most frightened?
I spoke out of turn to an Officer ans was sent to Officer Kendrick's room for punishment, I did not expect to be able to walk out of there and was lucky to only have my arm broken.

8. If you could change one thing from your past, what would it be, and why?
I would not have wandered off on my own that day we were in Port Ambrose. Then I would not be a slave.

9. What is your best memory?
Learning my letters with Mam, I got to sit on Fathers lap. Father did not often spend time with me so it was a nice treat.

10. What is your worst memory?
Being bound in rotten rope and dragged through the gates to the slave market, knowing I would be sold, knowing I would likely never see my parents and friends again.

Friday, 16 October 2009

The Writing Madness of November

A.k.a 'Why I wont be around much' or 'I've gone insane'

Months ago I signed up for 2 short writing courses, both 12 weeks long and Internet based and happening at the exact same time. One of these is an essay writing course, the other is a fiction writing course, both look to be lots of fun but lots of hard work (the essays for these are almost twice as long as the essays for the previous course).

Then I did another silly thing, I signed up for NaNoWriMo. My Name is Fiona and I'm a glutton for punishment.

I worked it out, and if I write about 2500 for NaNo each day, plus study notes, plus study conference posts, plus study activities, plus emails, plus forum posts to places, plus facebook statuses, plus blog posts... we're looking at a daily output on the far side of 5,000. Now I know that doesn't seem much, but every day, for 30 days, when I currently struggle to churn out 500 useful words a day?

So if you don't see me around, or I fail to respond to your teaser or even post one myself. Fear not, it is simply that I have gone insane under the stress. This includes the run up to November as I have a lot of prep to do for the courses and NaNo so that things go as smoothly as possible.

Tuesday, 13 October 2009

Not a Teaser Tuesday

Continuing our quest to learn more about THaN's MC, I present Part 2: Growing up.

1. How would you describe your childhood in general?
I feel I had a normal childhood, I had plenty of friends and loving parents.

2. What is your earliest memory?

Sitting on Father's lap while Mam taught me my letters on the big coloring board, I was 3 summers old.

3. Did you enjoy school?

Mam taught me well, I really enjoyed my schooling.

4. How much schooling have you had?

As Mam is a teacher I have been attending school since I was born. I have, however received my official 10 years of schooling.

5. Where did you learn most of your skills and abilities?

In school with Mam and at the Nest, training as a slave.

6. While growing up, did you have any roles models? If so, describe them.

Mam and Father were brilliant role models, they taught me how to respect people and myself.

7. While growing up, how did you get along with the other members of your
family?

I got on well with Mam and Father, we were very close and had a lot of fun together, unless Father was working.

8. As a child, what did you want to be when you grew up?

I wanted to be a teacher, like mam.

9. As a child what were your favourite activities?

Playing with my friends and learning new skills. We once went camping with just a blanket and a knife each, Father came to fetch us before moonrise though as it was midwinter and we would have frozen to death.

10. As a child, what kinds of personality traits did you display?

As a child I was very inquisitive, I wanted to learn how things worked and why. I was very confident and often spoke when I should have kept my mouth shut. I got into trouble a fair bit.

11. As a child, were you popular? Who were your friends and what were they like?

I had a close group of 7 friends, 3 boys and 4 girls. We had a lot of adventures, we did our studies and then would play games in the local woodland until moonrise.

12. When and with whom was your first kiss?

I have never been kissed.

13. Are you a virgin? If not, when and with whom did you lose your virginity?

I am still a virgin.

14. If you are a supernatural being, tell the story of how you became what you are
or first learned of your abilities. If you are just a normal human, describe any influences in your past that led you to do the things you do today.
Mam and Father taught me to respect others, especially if they had more power than me. Thus I do my best to do what I am told. My capture and sale when I was 12 left me very frightened and scared of strangers. M4 has helped me regain most of my confidence but the hardships of my training have left me more cautious and less adventurous and outspoken than I was as a child.

Monthly challenge responce - October

Okay, so I'm a day late with this and due to having been away for a long weekend I have nothing prepared, so I've edited a post I made for an earlier challenge.


I can barely make out the old oak through the rain, it golden leaves dripping with water that sparkled in the sun. An hour ago the air was heavy with hail and in a few minutes the sun may be shining, it's been that way all day since I started looking out at the old oak. It grows beside the tall boundary fence that stops the dogs getting into the vegetable garden, I remember the summer we built that fence, with the sun against out backs and freshly made lemonade in tall glasses when we took our breaks beneath that oak tree. It was a happier time. The room behind me is dark, so much time has passed since I first sat to look out the window. I have watched the wind pull leaves from the tree, I have watched the ground become a carpet of reds and golds. I have watched the sun start to sink; today a little earlier than yesterday. Now it's time I moved again. The rain is letting up and it will not seem so strange that I would go out in the brief sun break. I doubt they will even notice the rope in my hand.

Monday, 5 October 2009

Teaser Tuesday... almost

I've decided that I want to spend some more time writing before I pick out more teasers, that way I wont end up putting the whole thing up here. Thus I have decided that, with the help of this* over the next 7 weeks I'll be posting M6's answers to these questions. And after that I may go back to posting teasers, I may just keep introducing you to other aspects of her character. I'm not sure, we'll just have to wait and see.

So, for today we have Part 1: The basics. (It is worth noting that it is M6 at the start of her journey that answers these. At the end the answers would be different)



1. What is your full name?
I was born Ashia Lore but am now referred to as 'Dirt' or M6.


2.Where and when were you born?
I was born in my parents bedroom, as is custom, right on the blue moon of summer 17 years ago.


3. Who are/were your parents? (Know their names, occupations, personalities, etc.)
Mam is Suffi Lore, she is a teacher but she is not strict. She used to give me lots of cuddles. Father is a business man, I can not remember what he did really, he did yell a bit though, especially when we were visiting places and I would go off on my own.



4. Do you have any siblings? What are/were they like?
I was an only child, there may be more now though.


5. Where do you live now, and with whom? Describe the place and the person/people.
I live with the Ravens as a slave. I live in The Nest with the other slaves. I share sleeping quarters with the other 25 medical slaves. We were 14 girls and 11 boys... there are less of us now. The Nest is exactly like the stories, a big stone building almost impossible to get in or out of without being caught. It's like a bigger version of the rich houses in Port Ambrose.


6. What is your occupation?
I am a trained medical slave.

7. Write a full physical description of yourself. You might want to consider factors such as: height, weight, race, hair and eye color, style of dress, and any tattoos, scars, or distinguishing marks.
Like most slaves, I am thin built. I wear standard slave uniform; a black, knee-length shirt with an open back held together by the standard 3 criss-cross straps. Under this I wear black many-pockets. We are not allowed to wear shoes but I do have a pair of soles for when the snows come. On the back of my right shoulder I have been branded with the Raven symbol so all may known who trained me. My black hair was shaved off when I was first captured but has since grown back into a rough, wild looking style similar to all slaves. I am grateful to have the storm grey eyes of my father, I only hope they give me the strength he has.


8. To which social class do you belong?
I am a slave.


9. Do you have any allergies, diseases, or other physical weaknesses?
No allergies I am aware of, or diseases but like all slaves I am not as healthy as a free soul due to lack of proper nourishment.


10. Are you right- or left-handed?
Right handed, I was not born blessed.


11. What does your voice sound like?
My voice has to be strong, even after being punished. Or I would face further punishment.


12. What words and/or phrases do you use very frequently?
'Yes sir.' or 'Yes Officer'


13. What do you have in your pockets?
My uniform does not have pockets.


14. Do you have any quirks, strange mannerisms, annoying habits, or other defining characteristics?

Like all slaves, I have been trained not to use contractions in my speech. I have been known to think out loud, it is a habit I wish I did not have.





*Thanks to Race for the link

Monthly Challenge - October

To those of you who have not seen one of these before (possibly because I didn't do one last month) what happens is simple. On the first Monday of the month, I post a short writing challenge and for all subsequent Monday's that month I post my responses to it. You are welcome to join in, Race occasionally does and posts her response on her blog. You may decide to post yours as a reply or not post it at all. It is entirely your choice. So, without further rambling let us look at this month's challenge.

I don't know about where you live, but here in Scotland, it is officially Autumn. There are leaves falling and everything. Autumn always makes me reflective, more so than winter does (probably because there is usually so much going on in winter) and so I decided that this month's challenge will also be reflective. Your challenge is to write a short piece (as short as a paragraph, as long as a page) about an autumnal memory. It can be anything you like as long as it is a memory which links to autumn.

Have fun!

Tuesday, 29 September 2009

Teaser Tuesday

Purely because Race was bugging me for it, have a teaser. This section will probably be re-written as this whole chapter needs more world building in it.

The slaves where quickly fed and sent to their sleeping quarters, tomorrow they would prepare for the market. Now that they had no chains on, the slaves were once again separated by gender and locked in their rooms to spend their last night as Raven slaves. Tomorrow some of them would be sold, to who knew what fate. In their separate rooms M6 and M4 lay awake each thinking over the night before, each aware that this could be their last night together. It had taken so long to realise what they had. And now it would be stripped away. They both knew life was cruel. This was just another blow. In the darkness, separated by a thin wooden wall they both rolled over. Unaware that they were now facing each other they drifted off to sleep trying not to think of what could have been.

Monday, 28 September 2009

Literary Meme

In case you have been wondering, I have been ill. Hence the lack of posts. I do have an interesting one half written which you will get at some point but for now, in the interest of laziness, have this.


What author do you own the most books by?
Torey Hayden - She's what started my interest in psychology and how children's minds work.

What book do you own the most copies of?
The Bible - seriously, I own 5 or 6 versions. I think I also have 2 copies of 'And Then There Were Nine'.

Did it bother you that those questions ended with prepositions?
Ended in what now?

Which fictional character are you secretly in love with?
Ooh, Laurie from Little Women if I have to have one.

Which books have you read the most times in your life?
Terry Pratchett's Mort has been devoured many times, it is my comfort book.

What was your favourite book when you were ten years old?
10? Probably The Railway Children.

What is the worst book you’ve read in the past year?
The Amber Spyglass, I'm sure I'll finish it eventually but it just bored me.

What is the best book you’ve read in the past year?
Just finished reading Knife by R J Anderson which I loved.

What book would you most like to see made into a movie?
Knife would be cool, but for the most part, all great books have been made into films.

Which book would you least like to see made into a movie?
To be honest, if it's a big seller, it's likely to end up a movie at some point. Shame really as it removes the need to read books.

What is the most low-brow book you’ve read as an adult?
I remember reading something called 'Does My Bum Look Big in This.' that was pretty low.

What is the most difficult book you’ve ever read?
Difficult because I failed to finish? The Amber Spyglass. Difficult because I didn't understand it? Cats Eye.

What is the most obscure Shakespeare play you’ve seen?
Only seen 3, The Merchant of Venice (*loves*), Macbeth and Romeo and Juliet.

Do you prefer the French or the Russians?
Umm... No idea.

Shakespeare, Milton or Chaucer?
I've only read Shakespeare.

What is the biggest or most embarrassing gap in your reading?
The fact is, despite getting older, my reading age didn't mature so I still read and enjoy kids books and YA books and tend not to touch adult books.

What is your favourite novel?
The one I'm writing. Not sure to be honest.

Poet?
I quite like Sylvia Plath, not that I read much poetry.

Work of non-fiction?
The Gospel According to Disney

What is the most influential novel you’ve read?
I tend to be influenced in some way by most of what I read. Little Women had a big impact on me though, as did The Outsiders.

Who is the most overrated writer alive today?
Do I have to pick just one? J.K. Rowling is up there, along with Dan Brown and Stephanie Myer. Not saying they can't write well, they just get hyped up too much in my opinion.

Which less widely read novel would you recommend?
The Ambassador by Edwina Currie

What are you reading right now?
For pleasure: Pride and Prejudice. For university: A World Of a Difference

Monday, 21 September 2009

Etherpads

As there is no monthly challenge I thought I'd post a little about a delightful website I came across.

They are called Etherpads and they work like a cross between a word document and a chat room. I find at times my writing reaches a point where I can't quite get the words to flow, or I'm not sure how a specific section sounds. Sometimes I get to the point where I have a piece written and just can't find a way to improve it enough to write the next bit successfully. Now I know a lot of writers would either move on to another scene or leave it for a few days and come back to it but I can get rather frustrated with all that especially if I'm in the mood to write and really want to finish a scene or chapter. It is at this point, I use an etherpad.

This neat little web programme allows you to create an online, editable word document where you can type up the bit that's bothering you and invite your friends to come look at it. Rather than simply emailing it to them for their opinion, etherpad allows them to actively participate by actually editing your work in real time. For example, I was struggling with the opening of chapter 3 of THaN and loaded it into an Etherpad where Race was able to point out things such as run-on sentences and sections which needed fleshed out. She was then able to edit it right there an then to show me what she though needed done. As her edits appeared in a different colour to my text, they were easy to spot. This meant I could then change my proper copy to suit and also re-edit the work on the pad to better reflect my voice rather than Race's.

While some of you may guard your WIP's with your life, some of you may find etherpads a great help, particularly when trying to edit and just not managing to work out what a section sucks so badly.

You can crate an etherpad account or set up a free pad just for that occasion. To invite people you simply send them the link to the pad. Couldn't be simpler. Etherpads can be found here.

Tuesday, 15 September 2009

Teaser Tueday

Today I have been editing THaN (and listening to 9 Days, 3 Doors Down and Bowling for Soup.... don't ask) thus this is a horribly written bit from part way through chapter 3, I appologise for the bad writting. I'll fix it with lots of editing.

As the wagons rolled across the cobbled streets, M6 was amazed. The town hadn't changed at all in the 5 years since she had last been there. As they walked along the front street, she saw ships of all sizes gathered in the port. She was sure she could walk for a mile off shore and never get her feet wet there were so many boats pushing for space in the harbor. Port Ambrose was a prosperous town, built from stone and given a fresh coat of paint every year before the market so that everything looked clean and new and expensive. In front of them loomed the large iron gates that marked the entrance to the market place. Bound in chains as she passed through them this time, she was barely able to suppress a shiver as she remembered being dragged through 5 years previously. Then bound by rope and half beaten. Ready to be sold by some lowly street thief for a few copper bits. He had found her playing by the dock the day before, with no parents keeping a watchful eye. He had easily forced her back to some stinking room where she put up so much of a fight he decided she was not worth the bother of keeping. The memory flooded over her and her breathing quickened. A calming voice whispered in her ear as the walked on,
“You're alright. You can do this.” She smiled slightly, in spite of her fear. It was not long before they pulled up along side the Raven's auction house. A 2 story wooden structure with dorms upstairs and a ground floor separated into many wooden cages to allow potential buyers to browse. Outside a raised platform allowed the Officer's to present the slaves for sale at the front of the building while a large wooden hut at the back housed all the new recruits that the Raven's managed to acquire over the few days they were here.

Monday, 14 September 2009

NO MONTHLY CHALLENGE!

I'm sure all of Race will be disappointed, no one else seems to care about them. I just figured I'd give myself a bit of a break while I work on my last essay for this course and start wedding plans. I might even try and get a few challenges, responces and teasers drafted so I don't fall behind with posting quite so often.

Saturday, 12 September 2009

A request of sorts

For those that failed to realise what yesterday's post was about, I'm engaged. I have just over a year to plan my wedding. There phrase 'EEEKKK!' comes to mind but that's only because I border on obsessive when it comes to having to organise things.

Now I have a lot of friends who for one reason or another will not be able to attend the actual day it's self and, being my usual strapped for cash self, I wish to flip this tragedy upside down and present a proposal of my own.

To those unable to attend the day (or those who don't feel they know me well enough to blag an invite out of me) I'm looking for poetry and flash fiction pieces that I can uses as decoration (yes really) and boredom busters throughout the day. If your interested, let me know via our usual means of communication. If you want any details (his hair colour, where we met etc.) I can happily provide it. Writers will, of course, retain full ownership of their works so you can go publish it elsewhere if you want.

Friday, 11 September 2009

Inside my mind, Inside my heart...

I have not blogged in days. I have not blogged in days because other things have stolen my time. I have not blogged in days because I messed up my medication which led to a few very bad days. And then someone asked me a very important question, to which I did not say yes. I merely implied it, which was taken as good enough. The same way it was only ever implied that he'd asked a previous question to which I responded in the affirmative. and then things got more complicated.

I would like to claim things will return to normality next week, but let's face it. I don't really do a good line in normal so you'll just have to sit and watch the chaos.

Tuesday, 1 September 2009

Teaser Tuesday

Yesterday's post was ignored as Race announced the results of the contest and I felt no need to attempt to contribute any more. (Contest results here)

It was not until they were settling down for the night. To say excitement was high would be wrong, but some feeling of apprehension kept the camp buzzing that night and may slaves where whispering to those beside them as M6 finally received her answer. Sitting beside her M4 cleared his throat,
“I'd be lying if I said I didn't want anything from you.” He paused, unsure of his words, and caught sight of her face, “Please don't glare at me like that. I don't mean I want to use you, I mean I want... i want to protect you, I want to look after you.” He stared down at the tufts of grass sprouting between the rocks at his feet. “The hardest part about this journey is that at the end, I'll never see you again.” M6 had no idea how to respond. She now knew he didn't want anything from her, or at least nothing that she would refuse to give. She had always felt a connection to M4, they had worked together a lot over the past 5 years. He was older than she was and had been there right from the start, bandaging her wounds when her mouth got the better of her. And she in turn had offered him cloths to dry his tears over the family he had lost. They had always been there for each other. She had never quite realised that this journey would mean the end of all that. Nor had she realised how strongly he felt about her, about wanting to be with her. Reaching out she gently brushed her hand against his cheek, attempting to draw his attention away from the dirt and back to her,
“I didn't realise.” She stated simply, “I hadn't thought about what would happen at the market, that these were our last days together, that...” She froze, his hand was on her cheek, his eyes gazing into hers. “What are you?” She tried to ask what he was doing, what he was thinking, but a small shake of his head silenced her. His free hand found hers and drew her closer. Cupping her chin, he tilted her face up so he could continue to stare straight into her eyes. The world around them seemed to fall away, despite the soft chatter of the others all they could hear was their own breathing, their own heartbeats, their own soft sighs as the slowly drew closer than they had ever been to each other. The moonlight danced in his eyes and for a fleeting moment M6 realised that this could be what love felt like. But the moment passed as a tightly gripping hand pressed down on her shoulder.

Tuesday, 25 August 2009

Teaser Tuesday

Wow 2 updates in a row... I am doing well. Enjoy :)

As Agent 2 entered the interrogation room she couldn't help but feel uneasy. One of their number knew something about 9's disappearance it was just a case of finding out who and what information they had. She dropped her notebook and voice recorder onto the table and lowered herself into the seat waiting until the last possible moment to look at Agent 1. “What if 9 is dead and I'm facing his killer?” Starting the recorder she asked the usual preliminary questions of name, residence and relation to the subject.
“So, Agent, can you tell me what you where doing between the hours of 1800 last night and 0800 this morning?” It was hard to follow training and keep this formal but she did her best knowing exactly what was at stake if she made a mistake. Agent 1 paused for a moment before answering, he too was aware of how crucial this investigation was.
“I returned to the male living quarters at around 1815 to shower and change. Agent's 3, 5 and I had plans to heat up some frozen pizza and watch a film to unwind after the day's training. Agent 7 said he wanted to practise cooking some new recipe he had found so offered to do the pizzas for us.” Agent 2 smiled, Agent 7's cooking was well known and he often used his free time to try out new recipes. It looked as if the previous night had been no different.
“At about 1930 we sat down to watch the film, it finished around 2115 and I went to my room to read before going to sleep.” Agent 1 finished. He knew he would be of no help, he had not seen Agent 9 since the end of training but had been told that he had chosen to eat alone and go over his notes from the day.
“What about Agent 9?” Agent 2 noticed the absence of any information on the real reason they were there.
“I'm afraid I can't help you there,” Agent 1 sighed, “Agent 7 mentioned that he had taken some food to his room and was planning to study his notes but I'm afraid I never saw him after training finished.” Agent 1 nodded and after checking a few more facts such as who collected the food from the kitchen and what film the had watched she thanked the Agent for his time and stood to leave. As she reached the door Agent 1 called out, “Whatever the outcome, this is going to be hard on us all.”
Closing the door behind her Agent 2 lent against the wall and tried to calm herself. Agent 1 was right. The fallout from this could destroy The Mission.

Monday, 24 August 2009

Monthly Writing challenge responce

Over the next week, a new blog will be appearing attached to this account, I'll announce ti when it arrives so be sure to check it out. There will also be changes happening to the layout of this blog, new background image etc. so stay tuned for that.


Sprocket stared at the stranger, she was not amused.
At the center of the earth there is not a ball of hot metal. There is no lava, no inflammable gases. At the center of the earth, there is Sprocket.
There is also Sprocket's tribe and the other tribes who called the center of the Earth home. This stranger did not amuse anyone, this stranger meant The Waring Ones had found a way in and peace would soon be a blissful memory.
Sprocket and her tribe must act fast if the are to protect the peace of their home from the invasion of the surface dwellers. But is peace really something which should be fought for?

Monday, 17 August 2009

Monthly writing challenge repsonce

I apologise for the lack of posting last week , see the absentnormality blog for details.


With the prospect of war casting it's shadow over everything it seemed a good time to take the teenagers away for a long weekend at the local outdoor center. Katya had been coerced into going due to knowing the center so well, despite her protests that church wasn't really her thing anymore. After the bombs fell, Katya realised she had far more to fear than just admiting her misdeeds and lack of faith to old friends and work colleagues.

Tuesday, 11 August 2009

Teaser Tuesday

Caos ensued yesterday so I may post the monthly challenge repsonse later in the week as I did promise Race I would post it. Today you get an edited and extened version of something I posted in January but really like and want to keep in this version of THaN.

Now that the crisis was over, Medi surveyed the damage caused to the supply room. As she began picking up items and storing them Sprocket came running in screeching at her.
"Sorry, I don't speak 'Sprocket'" She said waving the unwoven bandage she had just picked up at the creature. Digit had called Sprocket a 'monkey' earlier but as it grabbed the bandage, ran off to a corner and began trying to wrap it's self up, Medi decided it was really a small furry child that had been given a tail to allow it to cause more mischief. And she needed that bandage back. Sighing, she pulled the large trunk of medical supplies closer to herself and began packing away what she could, perhaps if the 'monkey' tied it's self up it would cause less michief for then next few hours and she could get some work done.

Friday, 7 August 2009

Crazy week

Apart from yesterday's little poem I have written nothing this week, to much else going on. Progress has been made with the characters for me new project and I hope to unveil that at some point next week.

For those of you in the know, Ravensworth is hopefully going to pick back up again soon, I sent an eamil to members this morning with regard to that.

Not much other news I'm afraid, THaN is at 3126 words which is less than I'd hoped it would be at by now but at least it's plodding.

Right, I'm off to do some more work on this new project.

Thursday, 6 August 2009

I Love...

A poem for J who is loved more than strawberry milk, sleepy cuddles, happy meals and everything else in the world put together.


I Love...

Those extra minutes spent in bed,
The way you sometimes rub my head,
The sound of wind through autumn leaves,
The eagerness with which you please,
Bubbles, ice cream and childish fun,
The way your eyes shine in the sun.

The moments of laughter through all the tears,
How you promise to conquer all my fears,
The times your there when the world is tough,
How your always gentle and never rough,
This is why I love you.

The now clean room that was a muddle,
The fact your happy to sit and cuddle,
The starry sky on a cloudless night,
The way you hold me safe and tight,
Cheeseburgers, milkshakes and duvet days,
The way you show you care in so many ways,

The moments of laughter through all the tears,
How you promise to conquer all my fears,
The times your there when the world is tough,
How your always gentle and never rough,
This is why I love you.

With all my heart,
This is why I love you.

Monday, 3 August 2009

Monthly Challenge - August

This month I have not written a challenge, Race has. She is holding her annual Novel Idea contest where she asks writers to submit story ideas that they have thought of but for some reason may never write.

Everyone should check it out, there is even a prize! Linky!

As usual I shall be posting my responses here every Monday from now till the end of the month.
Have fun!

Wednesday, 29 July 2009

New Project, help required.

I don't want to say too much about it yet (track me down on AW or Facebook if you want more info) but I've started working on a new project which I hope will be rather interesting and last for a long time.
The basic story line is that a group of teens decide to go and track down the garden of Eden. It was a suggestion of Race's which I'm hoping to make into a rather fun project.

What I need help with is characters. If you'd like to suggest a character for me simple fill in the from below. I'm looking for everyone required to populate this story so feel free to get creative with it. Race suggested a crazy old aunt who talks to pigs and a close friend of mine suggested a fire and brimstone minister who declares that if they ever find Eden they'll be sent straight to hell.
I'm probably looking for 4 or 5 main characters but all suggestions will be fitted in somewhere.

What I require (you can be as descriptive or vague as you like):

Name:
Age:
Gender:
Looks:
Personality:
Strengths:
Weaknesses:
Fears:
Skills:
Relationship to other characters:
Life situation (school/work etc.):
Background:

Have fun!

Tuesday, 28 July 2009

Teaser Tuesday

Here is a chapter 1 excerpt from THaN. I really like the feelings that come across in this bit and I hope you do too.

She tried not to flinch as her thumb was strapped. A week before the big slave market and she'd been stupid enough to think that they wouldn't have risked punishing them too severely, wouldn't have risked injuring them. After all, who wants damaged goods? What use is a slave who can't produce a high standard of work due to injury? As the other slave finished tying the bandage he reached up to wipe a stray tear from her face, his warm hand soothing her mind. Raising her eyes she sighed and opened her mouth slightly, perhaps to thank him. He leaned forward, cupping her face in his hand. She gulped slightly moving slightly closer. Her eyes locked on his, the feeling behind them entrancing her. He closed his eyes slightly. The moment held, caught like her breath. And then it was over. The door opened and the rest of the slaves piled in, laughing and chatting, focused on settling down for the night. Separating, the two parted and headed for their respective sleeping areas. Each wishing the moment had lasted longer but fearing what would have happened if it had.

Thursday, 23 July 2009

Welcome!

Some of you will be here from my old blog and some will be new. Welcome who ever you are. This blog will hopefully chart my trials and successes and creating something the wonderful public would like to read plus my attempts at gaining a diploma in literature and creative writing.

There's a posting schedule up on the right so you know what is happening when. I'm letting you know now that if I miss a day I'm not going to bother throwing the rest of my schedule off to catch up, I'll apologise and give you an extra big post the next week.

I hope you enjoy reading about this adventure as much as I enjoy it.

Incase your wondering why this welcome is coming after a lot of posts, I've transffered the posts from my old blog across and got rid of the non-writing ones.

Tuesday, 14 July 2009

Teaser Tuesday

Here is the opening for chapter 2 of THaN, enjoy.


The Nest was in the ideal location for the Ravens. Once you had trekked for 3 days through the dangerous woodland you were still faced with the deep pit surrounding the high stone walls. Even they only lead into a courtyard which was always heavily guarded, though mainly to stop people getting out rather than in. As they walked M6 realised this was the first time in 5 years most of them had been outside the Nest's walls. It was a strange realisation. The last time they had travelled this path there had been more of them, scared and confused, no one very sure of what lay in store when they reached their destination. They fear hadn't gone away, they were still heading into the unknown but it was a different type of unknown. This time they knew where they journey would end and, in one way or another, how.

Monday, 13 July 2009

Monthly Writing Challenge - Responce 1

Here are my simple sentences. Try and guess the theme.

  • Last Thursday was... the day it really hit me.
  • It took 3 years... of hard work and saving money to get here.
  • She looked almost... like an angel in her white dress.
  • I was just... overcome with emotion at it all.
  • You should never... attended your daughters wedding in a black dress.

Thursday, 9 July 2009

Inside my mind - new WIP?

"Inside my mind." Is a new section where I'll just post whatever happens to be going through my head. Today it's the premise for a story Race suggested. I doubt much wil ever come from it but who knows.

It started as a stupid conversation on the way home from church; Peter asked the question that would change our lives forever, "If the garden of Eden didn't disappear and wasn't destroyed, where is it now?". If only we had known then just what finding out would cost us, our journey might never have begun.

Tuesday, 7 July 2009

Teaser Tuesday!

This is one of our new features. Every Tuesday (hopefully) I'll be posting a short extract from whatever I'm working on. Today it's my wonderful opening to 'To Have a Name.' Enjoy!


As she stretched to clean the next shelf the criss-cross straps of her slave uniform moved to fully expose the Raven brand on the back of her shoulder. This movement was noticed but not commented on by a balding old man who sat on a stool in the far corner of the room. He was dividing his time between insulting the girl and quizzing her,
"Ingredients and use of Fever Fluid." Without pausing in her cleaning she responded,
"1-part salt, 4-parts sugar, 10-parts water. Used to combat fever. Sir." She dipped her cloth in the bucket of greyish water beside her and began on another shelf. She was used to days like this and had developed a method of blocking out most of what was said, only responding to the questions and nothing else. Sometimes it was hard.
"Also used to clean wounds if the water has been boiled!" The man barked, thumping his foot off the ground. The girl didn't flinch. “When I was given the 10 of you to train, I would have put money on it being you that I got to throw out first,” he snarled, an evil grin forming on his face, “Of course, I still might.” Dip rag. Wring Rag. Clean Shelf. She knew the old man could make good on that threat in so many ways, her stomach tightened as she thought about the poor boy who had been thrown out of their group. It was all rumours really but it had been said that he was a few years younger than her, with the clumsy awkwardness that comes at that age. She knew he had not been transferred which could only mean one thing.
The man continued speaking, his rough voice tearing her back from her thoughts. “The one I did get rid of though, now there was a nuisance. The mistakes he made.” He shook his head, laughing. “He made even you look like an expert.”

Monday, 6 July 2009

Monthly Writing Challenge - July

As a bit of a change from the previous schedule, responses will also be posted on Mondays.

This month's writing challenge is a simple one to ease us back into it and hopefully to spark some ideas. It's very simple, just finish the following sentences in what ever way you choose.

  • Last Thursday was...
  • It took 3 years...
  • She looked almost...
  • I was just...
  • You should never...

Have fun and I'll see you tomorrow for a new weekly (hopefully) feature!

Monday, 11 May 2009

Writing Challenge Responce 1

Slave to my princess,
Slave to my heart,
Slave to my beauty,
Let us never be apart.

Eyes like the ocean,
Shining in the sun,
Hair like the wheat crops,
When harvest time has come.

But you're not from my family,
You're not from my town,
And ever time I mention you,
The Elders give a frown.

Seeing you is forbidden,
Our love must grow apart,
But know now and for always,
I will hold you in my heart.

Slave to my princess,
Slave to my heart,
Slave to my beauty,
Even though we are apart.




Okay, so it's both late and really bad... meh, I'm trying to write an essay at them moment.

Tuesday, 5 May 2009

Monthly Writing Challenge - May

I know I'm a day late posting this but I have a lot of other stuff that has been keeping me busy. I have at least 3 forms to fill out for Uni to secure places in the courses I want to do over the next year. Plus I have a tutorial tonight that I'm not ready for. Plus I've been trying to write some kind of actual outline for my resurrected WIP (I love it too much to get rid of it).

Anyway, without further ado, this months challenge is to write a poem of any length on the theme of slavery.

Monday, 20 April 2009

Ravensworth, Lazyness and Studying

First of I shall explain what has taken most of my time of late.
http://ravensworth.forumotion.net/
I have been working on a new website (forum acctually) to help writers and roleplayers with the creation and filling out of their chracters. The idea being that they can place them into different sinarios and roleplay them to find out how they would react etc. It's taken a bit of work to get up and running and will take even more work to keep it active. Currently I'm working on the acctual look of the place creating new banners and graphix for it.

The second thing taking most of my time? I wish I could say studying but in reality I've been rather lazy this past week and particularly this weekend. Meaning I now have to complete around 10 textbook pages a day for the next 14 days in order to get back on track. Going to be tough!

Thursday, 26 March 2009

Writing Challenge Responce 3

Yes I know it's late but atleast it's here.


I thought the screech of breaks and scream were part of my dream but now I am awake and all to aware of my reality. If I crane my neck I can see the road, the broken barrier, the marks in the dirt. The sound of the rain on the hood beats it's warning out to me. I must get out. I can see the water rising over the windscreen and feel it edge around my feet, I can see the reflection of Mary's face, contored and smashed. I do not want to look directly at her. A twig, some leaves and candy wrapper float by reminding me that as I sit here my changes of survival drop like a car in a river. I grab the torch from the glove box and swing, suddenly there is no more view from the passanger window, just a rush of water moving in.

Tuesday, 24 March 2009

Arms of an angel

In the arms of an angel
Is where I hope you stay
Surrounded by his strength,
Protected every day

With the arms of an angel
I see no better way
To keep my friend protected
When I am far away

In the arms of an angel
I pray you are today
Safe, secure and happy
Forever, come what may

Tuesday, 17 March 2009

Monthly Writing Challenge Responce 2

I know this is late but I'm going to post it anyway. Thanks for the inspiration goes to my mum's dog Max.

You say I'm to small to see out the window but just because I can't see the garden shed or the flowerbeds doesn't mean I don't see the view. From my position sitting on the floor I can look out at the wisps of clouds as the float across the sparkling blue sky, I can watch the birds twist and soar as the play their joyful games. I can see the smoke from the farm's chimney and the tops of trees littered with birds singing of their happy days. You claim I can't see but to me it is you who is loosing out on the magical skyward world I can view with ease. From the corner, from a distant land an aeroplane drags it's signature across my view, like a giant finger signing this work of art. I see further than you do, my view does not end at the garden wall but stretches on further than you can imagine. I know that as I grow my view will change, from the same window I will see, as you do, the garden shed and flowerbeds. Until then I shall live in my skyworld, seeing the heights that only get noticed by those to small to see anything else, to small to see anything but the bigger picture.

Monday, 9 March 2009

Monthly Writing Challenge Responce 1

I can barely make out the old oak through the rain. An hour ago the air was heavy with hail and in a few minutes the sun may be shining, it's been that way all day since I started looking out at the old oak. It grows beside the tall boundary fence that stops the dogs getting into the vegetable garden, I remember the summer we built that fence, with the sun against out backs and freshly made lemonade in tall glasses when we took our breaks beneath that oak tree. It was a happier time. The room behind me is dark, so much time has passed since I first sat to look out the window. Now it's time I moved again, the rain is letting up and it will not seem so strange that I would go out in the brief sun break. I doubt they will even notice the rope in my hand.

Friday, 6 March 2009

Monthly Writing Challenge - March

Okay, this months writing challenge shall be....

Write a short (Race, take note) paragraph describing the view from a window.

That is all.

Monday, 2 March 2009

Writting Challenge Responce 4

Written for Race. She suggested the object, Aristo suggested the ending. This is the last one of these, new challenge up on Friday.


I spent most of my life being carried around in your bag, hidden under everything else you keep in here. Keys, money, pens, hair clips and I hold our own little parties as you travel around (Did you know your travel hairbrush has a really big crush on that sleek black diary you sometimes carry?). Once in a while you decided needed me and you come rummaging in with your chipped nail polish and chunky rings, I tried to make myself easy to find but you would insist on moving things on top of me (might also have helped to remove the old receipts). You brought me into the light, would take my top off, twisting me to suit yourself then just as quick I was thrown back into the bag again. In the bag we had gotten used to random objects being thrown in with us, and as you often left the bag open we were used to strange rubbish ending up in here too. Never would we have suspected that one of those random objects would be the end of us. When did you noticed the smoke? Did you get injured as we burned at your side? Now we lie discarded on the rubbish heap, you rescued your purse but we have been abandoned. Oh well, we hope you life is carrying on okay (and the hairbrush would like to know how that sleek black diary is).

Monday, 23 February 2009

Writing Challenge Responce 3

Okay so I have a 19 page booklet on writing essays and evaluating theories to finish plus the staff that should have been finished 3 weeks ago so this is going to be really quick, I apologise now if this makes very little sense as like the last one I'm just going to word vomit it out and see what happens. Thanks to those at AW for voting for the idea. (Also this is being posted at 23:42 GMT so I'm just making it on time.)


We live beneath you bed, slowly amassing our army. Over time our numbers grow and we become stronger. We have only one enemy, the roaring, howling beast which shakes the floor and feeds on our numbers but as the years have past it has visited us less and less yet we still hear it roam beyond our cavern. You call us 'bunnies' a cute word which does not reflect the horror we shall one day visit upon you and your family. We have also seen the bunnies in the magazine you have hid under here with us and be assured we will not bring as much enjoyment and one of those foul creatures. We are growing, in numbers and strength, one day we shall stretch out beyond the confides of this dark space and you shall be ours!


Monday, 16 February 2009

Monthly Challege Responce 2 and ranting

First the ranting!
I hate economics. I really do. Right now I'm supposed to be preparing for a mock exam on Weber, Foucault and Keynes and their theories and I. Do. Not. Understand!!....I'mma gonna fail.

Just started reading about Social Democratic Political Tradition and I have no clue what it's talking about, I mean come on, I want to study psychology not politics... and this is hard! I kinda want to quite and resit the whole year hoping I'll understand it more, I know I could ignore this unit and still pass the whole year but it would be annoying to have a bare pass when if I could only grasp this I could get a much better grade.

Anyway.. onto more interesting things. This following paragraph has not been thought out or planned and is just being thrown up (writers word vomit):


I sit here locked behind this glass and I can not help but think that you are a hypocrite. You refuse to watch football because you see it as a meaningless violent sport, you discipline you children for using violence to solve their problems. And yet. You own me. A "True man's sport" you call it, "natural instinct" you say. "Death." I call it, "Uncalled for" I say. You find it horrifying and disturbing to find a high school student has just shot dead his parents, and yet fail to see the families you rip apart. Above your fireplace hangs the stuffed head of our last victim, never again shall that majestic animal see the loving eyes of a mate, watch the growth of a child or eat with a friend. And you claim this slaughtering is civilised. Be thankful I can not talk, for I would tell you to cancel next weekend, that I no longer want to play my part in your primitive pleasures. I may have been created to destroy lives but I was created to defend you, or feed you... instead I am used for your entertainment and I would rather be shattered into a million pieces than watch another innocent fall because of my use in your random act of mindlessness.

Monday, 9 February 2009

Feburary Writing Challenge - Repsonse 1

No big post today, just my response to the challenge I set on Friday.


I took part in the most important of meetings, was there when all the important company decisions were made, knew all the office gossip. Then there was the Christmas party, office olypimcs. It was the finals of the triathalon, the runners approached and lept the desks onto me and the cute one from accounting. Things were going so well, till we took a turn to sharp and I hit my leg off the wall. I spun out of control and we lost. I still remember that cute one from accounting looking so pleased that I was injured. Now I sit surrounded by broken office equpiment; a printer that only prints blank pages, staplers that refuse to staple, a water cooler missing it's nozzel, and me. I know I've been replaced by now, by a younger more fashionable model, so I sit here remembering days gone by. A time when I used to have 5 wheels.

Friday, 6 February 2009

Writing Challenge!

Woohoo!

Okay so boredom took over my brain at 1am last night (this morning?) and I came up with this brilliant idea. The first Friday of every month I'm going to post a writing challenge, mainly for me to do but feel free to join in. It's really just a way to generate ideas and possibly overcome an obstacle in my (or your) WIP, most importantly... it's about actually writing.

This month's challenge:
Write a paragraph from the point of view of an inanimate object.

Bo Fowler wrote a whole book from the point of view of a shopping trolley so no complaining that it can't be done. Just do it. I'll post my resposes to this every Monday from now till the next challenge.

Have fun!

Monday, 26 January 2009

Yay for Monday mornings!

Okay, that sounded way more cheerful than I feel.
It is 10am, I've been up for about an hour and I'm bored. I have a pile of things that need done but no enthusiasm to do them. Thus I am creating a reward system for today...yay! Yeah I know behaviourism at it's best, but it does work with me.

I have finally managed to drag together all the bits of Waveriders I have had stored and have sorted out the junk for the useful. Did find an interesting scrap that I'll probably not use but had an awesome description of a monkey;

Now that the crisis was over, Medi settled to packing away her medical supplies. As she rolled up the last of the bandages Sprocket came running in screeching at her. "Sorry, I don't speak 'Sprocket'" She said waving an unwoven bandage at the creature. Digits had called it a monkey earlier but as it grabbed the bandage, ran off to a corner and began trying to bandage it's self, Medi decided it was really a small furry child that had been given a tail to allow it to cause more mischief. And she needed that bandage back.

I have no idea what crisis lead to this or why Medi why I decieded Medi didn't know what a monkey was but there you go. I should go do some studying, for each section of the book I finish I get to read a chapter of the book I'm... well... reading ( Slave Girl by Jackie French).

Wednesday, 21 January 2009

Ama gonna be a writer!

Or mabey not given my lack of spelling and grammar which seem to be getting worse as time goes on (Can you develop dyslexia?).

To put it simply, I've decided to join together all the random bits of Waveriders I've written so far and try to form it into a workable novel of some kind. I'll be doing this for 2 main reasons:

  1. I enjoy creative writing and I love the Waverider characters.
  2. It'll give me something to keep my mind occupied when I'm awake at 3am/stressed out/bored.
So yeah... much fun will commence.

So far I'm still working on finding the already written chunks and for some kind of plan and plot line. Can't have the story jump from M6 as a slave to being Medi on the Talisman without a slavers market and all the fun of that.

Shall go do some actual studying now (well, do the dishes first) and then work a bit on me plan.