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.

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


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


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.