tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26921789385684280492024-02-20T21:06:14.482-07:00Epic RobotEpicRobotDannihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00511688103481435908noreply@blogger.comBlogger187125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2692178938568428049.post-32687584587373188832013-05-23T22:00:00.000-06:002013-05-23T18:50:34.837-06:00A Character's Perspective - A Guest BlogSo, This was supposed to go up yesterday, but thanks to some internet issues and an illness on my part, the result was nothing more than a blank blog post that probably had most of you wondering if I had lost my mind. I haven't, I promise. (Okay, so that might be debatable, but for the purposes of this blog, we're going to go with I haven't.) Anyway, as you can see, I have another guest blog for you! I'd like to introduce you to:<div>
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ABOUT RON HARTMAN</h3>
<br />Ron Hartman has had a life-long passion for the written word and is an avid reader. The Prophecy Chronicles are his first written works. Ron graduated from the University of Iowa College of Pharmacy in 2000 and lives in Ottumwa, Iowa with his wife and three children. Read more about Prophecy Foretold, as well as excerpts from the other books in The Prophecy Chronicles series, at <a href="http://www.prophecychronicles.com/">www.prophecychronicles.com</a>.<br /><br />His latest book is <a href="http://www.amazon.com/The-Prophecy-Chronicles-Foretold-ebook/dp/B009TF67FO/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1361309416&sr=8-1&keywords=The+Prophecy+Chronicles+by+Ron+Hartman">The Prophecy Chronicles</a>.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">
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For me Prophecy Chronicles: Prophecy Foretold was a labor of love. I could go on and on about the project, but I think I’ll let one of the characters speak for himself. Please let me introduce to you Soren, former captain of the Naphthalian Royal Guard and current leader of the Resistance:<br /><br /> <br />Greetings—or if you prefer, Morning’s Blessings, as is often said in some parts of Enialé. Ron asked me to tell you a little about my world. Well, as I always say, sooner begun, sooner done, so here we go. I was once the captain of the guard for the last king of Naphthali, King Begnauld the Wanderer. Some call him the Fool…yes, well, history iswritten by the victors, isn’t it? He was murdered by Imperialists, but we didn’t know that until later, not until it was too late.<br /><br /> I know what you’re probably thinking: where was I, the captain of his guard? Believe me, if I could change the past I would. His death is a shame I must live with, as well as all that followed. Even the deaths of my own—no. Many apologies, Ron, but I can’t tell that tale. <br /><br />Suffice it to say, Naphthali burned. Clan turned on clan, division destroying everything Begnauld and his forebears brought together. At times like that the strong devour the weak and we are all left that much smaller for the dark deeds. It shouldn’t be surprising that the Empire attacked when they did. After all, we knew they were watching, waiting…<br /><br />Imperial armies overran what defense we had left before we even realized they were coming. The streets ran red, and before long an Imperial governor took Begnauld’s seat. He granted our lands to his lackeys and forced those of us that wouldn’t kneel into hiding. Now they rule us with an iron fist, their damned Rule of Ten controlling the people with fear. <br /><br />I’m done hiding. My friend Thosten and I are making for the Iron Gate now. We hear the Bloody Horde, brave warriors of clan Durmeer, plan to stand and fight. I fear they don’t have the numbers to stand alone, but if we can’t turn them we will join them. I’ve been sharpening my Katareen blade and I’m ready to use it. <br /><br />The Resistance needs a strong showing, or it may be over for all of us. What choice do we have? There is no Naphthalian that could reunite the clans, not now. The old healer, Westragen, would have us hold out hope for the Stranger…but I’ve heard that tired old Prophecy in a hundred different ports! Who’s to say it’s even meant for Naphthali? Just for argument’s sake, let’s say it is. If the Stranger means to save us, he damn well better get here soon, or there’ll be nothing left to save.<br /><br />Many apologies, Ron, but I really must go. We fight for honor, for the glory or Naphthali, and we fight for justice!<br /><br /> <br />Oh, sorry, I thought Soren was going to tell us a little more about Naphthali than that. Honor drives him to stand against the Empire, and he’d never abandon a friend as true as Thosten, not when he goes to battle with his kin. Anyway, I guess that does give you one perspective on Naphthali when Prophecy Foretold opens, just when Daniel Marten is drawn from our world into Soren’s. If you pick up the book, I hope you enjoy it! I know Soren would appreciate your support and well wishes. And I’d love to hear what you think! Please stop by <a href="http://www.prophecychronicles.com/">www.prophecychronicles.com</a> and drop me a line!</div>
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These are dark days for Naphthali. The king has been murdered, the land invaded by the Imperial Army. It will absorb Naphthali into an Empire that stretches across all of Enialé at any cost. The ravaged people cling to an ancient promise, an assurance that a Prophesied savior will come to set them free…<br /><br />Daniel Martin is trapped in a life that hasn’t gone as expected. His pharmacy is struggling and he is losing all hope of making a difference in his patients’ lives. His family is the one shining light in his disenchanted life, but he is torn from them when an accident draws him to Naphthali. The people need him but Daniel is driven by his need to return to the family he loves. Is he the Prophesied One? Only time will tell as both the Empire and the Resistance battle for Daniel while the fate of Naphthali hangs in the balance…<br /></div>
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EpicRobotDannihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00511688103481435908noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2692178938568428049.post-63460173979693552232013-04-29T00:54:00.001-06:002013-04-29T00:54:10.006-06:00The FutureSo...I disappeared again. I know, I know. I suck. But, I have some very exciting news, at least for me. (Don't get too excited, I'm not getting published or anything). I have created my very own, brand spanking new website! I'm not going to post it yet, because I'm not actually done making it yet.<br />
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Yep...I have a website, and it's just sitting there like a lump not being used. Anyone surprised? Because I'm not. It's one of the million or so things I always think is a great idea and then never get around to finishing.<br />
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The thing is, I have a goal for finishing this website, and that goal is June 1st! Which will be the official launch!<br />
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Why do you care? Now that is a very good question. You care because my poor little blog which has been so sadly neglected these past few months will be making the trip with me. Say goodbye to epicrobotdanni, because I will sadly be having to part ways.<br />
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The new site however is fantastic. All of the same information will be delivered to you, except instead of trying to confine it to a single page, you'll be able to click through and get even more detail than I was ever able to give you here. Including up-to-date news on the progress of each of my individual projects. And I'll even have room to tell you about my books. Which will, of course, get you all excited and demanding that I be published.<br />
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Now, I have to get back to the writing and setting up of the site. In the mean time I will mention that there will be no post on Sunday, as I will be having another guest post on the 10th (which probably means you won't hear from me for a couple weeks.) Then I will have a couple last posts here before I launch the official site.<br />
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Yikes, that means I have to actually finish that site. Best be off! Hope you're all doing great, and I can't wait to see what you think of the new site.EpicRobotDannihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00511688103481435908noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2692178938568428049.post-45845531908822033892013-04-15T22:54:00.000-06:002013-04-15T22:54:45.138-06:00The Plans of a PlannerAs I'm certain you are all aware by now, I have a million things I want to do this year. And every day seems to bring with it something else that I'm desperately wanting to try. I have writing conferences, and editing. Rewriting and drafting. Critiquing and writing exercises. All of which take time. Time, that I've come to realize, that I just don't have.<br />
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I've always had the issue where I realize that I can do something, and I decide that I'm going to do even more. (This is called being competitive with oneself. It's not the healthiest thing in the world to do. And yet, I find it hard to stop...) Then I end up setting ridiculous goals for myself that there's not way I'm ever going to finish, and get frustrated when instead of succeeding, I get overwhelmed and end up getting less done than I would have if I hadn't over planned everything and tried to make myself do more than is humanly possible. (Don't be fooled by the nickname, folks. Much as my writing group likes to call me a robot, I really am still human. I swear it.)<br />
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So, this year, when I set up all of my goals, certain that I needed to do all of it while still working forty hours a week at my day job, I was blissfully unaware that I was falling into the same cycle that I always find myself in. I'll tell you one thing: Ignorance is not bliss. And whoever said it was should be shot.<br />
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I made it through January alright. February, I stumbled. A lot. This had something to do with some feedback I got on a project that I had labelled nearly finished, and had to look at under the microscope again. So, instead of writing the first draft of the second book, I rewrote half of the first book and scraped pretty much the entire plot that I already had worked out for the second one.<br />
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In March I seemed to find my feet again, though I also began to realize that I hadn't made any allowances for unexpected things coming along, and started to sort through what I had planned for the year. First to go were the writing exercises. I wanted to do all 201 this year, but I hit a road block at about 17, was never really able to recover, and soon found myself so far behind that the thought of them just stressed me out. For the good of my health (and the projects that trying to catch up on those exercised would have taken time away from) I decided that it wasn't worth it to continue. I will get back to them eventually. They were a lot of fun, and I was learning from them, but right now it's just not feasible.<br />
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I did manage to get the planning done on a novel I wanted to completely rewrite. I decided I was going to do Dangerous Waters in April, but because I finished the planning early in March, I started writing then too. I even made it to 25k before Camp Nano officially started!<br />
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Which, of course, is when my motivation decided that it wanted to rest for a while and I found myself completely engrossed in a tv series, and unable to pull myself away from the story line to work on, well, anything.<br />
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Now I've managed to catch up on my camp nano goal (though I'm still only planning on 50k, and I'll need another 75k afterward to finish this project) as well as fairly up to date on the script project myself and a couple of friends have going on.<br />
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While I know what months I'm going to be writing during (Junowrimo, Camp Nano - July editing, and Nano, of course) the rest of the months are up in the air. And I think I prefer it that way. Even if I am a planner.<br />
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Of course, I might be less worried about getting everything done if my current obsession wasn't a book that I don't need to have even planned out until next April, but that's another blog post.<br />
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Here's the real question: Will I, one of the biggest planners around, be able to pants my way through the year?EpicRobotDannihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00511688103481435908noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2692178938568428049.post-90264232517951718502013-04-10T08:00:00.000-06:002013-04-10T08:00:00.769-06:00Terminus Blog Tour<br />
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Hi Everyone, as you might have noticed, I'm hosting another blog tour!!
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WINNER OF the INTERNATIONAL BOOK AWARDS (Beyond Justice),<br />
<br />#1 bestselling author Joshua Graham’s award-winning novel DARKROOM hit 3 bestseller lists on Amazon the night of its release.<br /><br /> CBS News described DARKROOM as a book with “action, political intrigue and well-rounded characters…a novel that thriller fans will devour.”<br /><br /> Many of Graham’s readers blame him for sleepless nights, arriving to work late, neglected dishes and family members, and not allowing them to put the book down.<br />
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Suspense Magazine listed BEYOND JUSTICE in its BEST OF 2010, alongside titles by Scott<br />
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His short story THE DOOR’S OPEN won the HarperCollins Authonomy Competition (Christmas 2010.)<br /><br /> Publishers Weekly described BEYOND JUSTICE as: “A riveting legal thriller…breaking new ground with a vengeance…demonically entertaining and surprisingly inspiring.”<br /><br /> Joshua Graham grew up in Brooklyn, NY where he lived for the better part of 30 years. He holds a Bachelor and Master’s Degree and went on to earn his doctorate from Johns Hopkins University. During his time in Maryland, he taught as a professor at Shepherd College (WV), Western Maryland College, and Columbia Union College (MD).<br /><br /> Today he lives with his beautiful wife and children in Southern California. Several of Graham’s short fiction works have been published by Pocket Books and Dawn Treader Press.<br /><br /> Writing under the pen name Ian Alexander, Graham debuted with his first Epic Fantasy novel ONCE WE WERE KINGS, an Amazon #1 Bestseller in multiple categories and Award-Winning Finalist in the SciFi/Fantasy category of The USA “Best Books 2011″ Awards, as well as an Award-Winning Finalist in the Young Adult Fiction category of The USA “Best Books 2011″ Awards, and an Award Winner in the 2011 Forward National Literature Awards in the Teen/Young Adult category. ONCE WE WERE KINGS is available in ebook and hardcover editions.<br /><br /> For Film Rights Josh is represented by UNITED TALENT AGENCY. Please use the CONTACT button on this website for all inquiries.<br /><br /> Joshua’s latest book is the paranormal suspense novel, Terminus.<br /><br /> Visit his website at <a href="http://www.joshua-graham.com/">www.joshua-graham.com</a><br />
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<i>How far must an angel fall to find his destiny?</i><br /><br /> Having witnessed one too many senseless deaths, Nikolai, a disillusioned Reaper 3rd Class, resigns his commission with the Angel Forces after a tedious century of gathering souls.<br /><br /> Immediately, another division recruits him with the promise of a more rewarding career, and issues his initial assignments: To bring down a few very dangerous threats to the human race. In the process, Nikolai falls in love with one of his targets—Hope Matheson, a woman who will lead thousands astray. <br /><br />Caught between conflicting agendas, Nikolai chooses to “fall” from his celestial state and become mortal in order to circumvent angel law and be with her. But for angels and humans alike, things are not always as they appear. Still a target, the threat against Hope’s life intensifies.<br /><br /> Now, in order to save her, Nikolai must rally the last remnants of his failing supernatural abilities to prevent her assassination, as well as the destruction of an entire city by a nuclear terrorist strike.<br /><br /> But his time and power are running out…<br /><br /> <i>Terminus</i> is a perspective-altering saga that delves into ageless themes of redemption, destiny, and the eternal power of love.<br />
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<br /> THREE SECONDS. THAT WAS ALL.<br /><br />The man in the black leather jacket had looked down for just three seconds to read a text message on his phone. And in the interim, his five-year-old Houdini of a stepdaughter Chloe had unstrapped herself, climbed out of her car seat, and slipped out of sight—nowhere near the doorway of the office where he was to meet his contact.<br /><br />Just three lousy seconds!<br /><br />His mouth went dry. <br /><br />He scanned the streets, sidewalk, between cars, to the left then right then a quick three-sixty. Despite the thorough sweep, which took all of two seconds, he didn’t see her. <br /><br />“Chloe!”<br /><br />She didn’t answer, but he spotted her. Way down the street, her auburn pigtails bouncing with each step.<br /><br />“Chloe! Wait!” He slammed shut the back door of his Focus. Didn’t bother to lock it.Ran up the sidewalk—fast. But the little stinker was fixated on a black cat luring her across the imaginary border that separated thegentrified arts district of Carleton Village and the slums of East Brentwood.<br /><br />The cat bolted around the corner at the sound of the man’s agitated shouts. Both hands outstretched, Chloe giggled and ran even faster.<br /><br />“Kitty!”<br /><br />He nearly tripped over an uneven seam in the sidewalk as he ran, his heart going faster than his feet. <br /><br />A pair of SDPD squad cars with flashing red and blue beacons raced past Birch and came to a screeching halt somewhere around the corner of Lamont.<br /><br />The little girl turned the same corner and vanished behind the red bricks of the apartment building. Straight onto Lamont.<br /><br />“Stop, Chloe!” He’d gained but was still several steps behind.<br /><br />The sound of a policeman shouting filled his head. Could things get any worse? He ran even harder.<br /><br />It all happened within a matter of seconds.<br /><br />Three lousy seconds.<br /><br />That's what it took for him to round the corner and make out the figure fleeing the pimped-out Honda Civic that had crashed into a hydrant. The gunman shot at the cops, who now stood behind the open doors of their angled cars.<br /><br />The man in the black leather jacket leapt at Chloe.<br /><br />“Get down!”<br /><br />Over his shout, the shouts of the police, the screams of frightened pedestrians, came a deafening pop! whose impact toppled him. <br /><br />Chloe screamed. <br /><br />A sudden chill overtook him as a crimson pool expanded around his face, now planted on the cold concrete sidewalk. He tried to speak, stretched his fingers towards Chloe. Felt nothing but the cold pumping though his entire body.<br /><br />Life didn’t flash before his eyes. <br /><br />He heard more gunshots.<br /><br />The last thing he saw was Chloe lurching back, her pigtails flailing to the side. As though in slow motion, she was falling.<br /><br /><i>Falling...</i><br /><br />He never saw her hit the ground.<br />
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<br /> AS A REAPER OF THE THIRD LEGION, Nikolai—Nick, as he preferred to be called these days—had attended to more human deaths over the last thousand years than he cared to. Countless lives and memories snuffed out like the wick of a candle. It had all become routine, meaningless. <br /><br />Vanitasvanitatum.<br /><br />The ability to traverse the entire planet in the blink of a human eye had long grown commonplace, its charm lost somewhere between King Malcolm II’s victory in The Battle of Mortlach and Guttenberg’s invention of moveable type. These days he spent most of his time assigned to the northern hemisphere, one of the least active territories on earth. <br /><br />As for leaving the planet, he typically only did that on days when he escorted a soul to the Terminus. <br /><br />A day like today.<br /><br />Nick waited while the OR surgeon continued trying to save the little girl from multiple gunshot wounds. <br /><br />“My husband was killed,” the beautiful woman standing in the door said, her voice breaking. “She’s all I have.”<br /><br />“We can’t keep her going like this,” the surgeon said gently. <br /><br />“She’s not even five.<br /><br />“I’m truly sorry. But it’s time to let her go.”<br /><br />“No!” The mother rushed forward, knocking over a metal tray and all its equipment as she reached out to her daughter. The nurse caught hold of her arms and held her back.<br /><br />“Please, don’t let the last few moments of your daughter’s life end like this. Let her go with some dignity,” the surgeon said.<br /><br />Nick tuned out the mother’s voice as she got hold of herself. Having to watch this sort of thing was perhaps the worst part of his punishment. Far worse than his demotion.Worse than when he was a guardian a millennium ago. He’d seen tens of thousands die horrific deaths on battlegrounds in the physical realm—even intervened and partaken in sanctioned kills himself. But at least he’d been helping rid the planet of those who’d deserved it.<br /><br />This was much worse.<br /><br />Nick’s reflection didn’t show in the mirror, but in it he could see the surgeon calling the time of death and switching off the EKG machine, the little girl lying pale and still, the lovely mother weeping.<br /><br />And now the warm golden light that only Nick could perceive filled the room, enveloping the body. It was about to happen.<br /><br />The little girl’s ethereal form sat up and separated from her expired mortal body. She looked to her mother, confused. <br /><br />“Mama? Why’re you crying?”<br /><br />Her mother didn’t respond. How could she?<br /><br />Callous as Nick’s heart had grown over the years, these moments always wrenched it. <br /><br />“It’s okay, little girl.”<br /><br />She turned to him and stepped off the operating table. Had she been older, she might have reacted with panic as most do when they see the blood on the sheets, the surroundings, the grief-stricken loved ones standing over their body. But she was too young to understand. She smiled and tried to touch her mother’s head. Her hand passed right through it. She giggled and did it again. <br /><br />“That’s funny, Mommy.”<br /><br />Nick hated this. He should never have to take a child this young and innocent to the Terminus. He forced a smile and approached her. <br /><br />“What’s your name, love?”<br /><br />“Chloe.” Again she giggled, now prancing around the OR passing her hands through cabinets, walls, chairs, her mother. “Funny!”<br /><br />Nick put his hand on her shoulder and her smile faded. This was the part he hated most. An expression common to people much older than Chloe replaced it. A look of recognition.Finality.<br /><br />She’s too young.<br /><br />She looked back to her mother, still weeping over the empty shell that had been Chloe’s body. Then she turned back to Nick with tears in her eyes. <br /><br />“It’s time to leave, isn’t it?”<br /><br />“Come, say goodbye to your mum. She’ll feel it, and it’ll make her happy—if only for a moment.”<br /><br />“Okay.” She reached up, put her tiny hand in Nick’s. Like an electrical current, a twinge that originated from the core of her spirit flowed into his. By now he should have been used to it, but he wasn’t. <br /><br />“Come on, then.”<br /><br />Chloe didn’t seem to pay any mind to the fact that her mother could neither see nor hear her. She leaned over and kissed her mother’s auburn hair, tried to stroke it without her hand passing through. <br /><br />“It’s okay, Mommy.”<br /><br />And in that moment, her mother stopped crying, sniffled, and looked up, her eyes incongruously hopeful. <br /><br />“Sweetie?”<br /><br />Chloe choked back a little sob and tried to wrap her arms around her mother’s neck. <br /><br />“I love you, Mommy. Have to go bye-bye now.”<br /><br />Her mother blinked. Nick waited a couple of seconds, then gave Chloe’s shoulder a gentle squeeze. <br /><br />“The last bit, love. Go on.”<br /><br />She nodded, understanding what he meant—spirits always seemed to know this instinctively when first separated from their bodies. Placing her forehead against her mother’s, she joined her with shut eyes and poured out the very last of her mortal memories, the essence of their all too brief life together. <br /><br />No matter how many times Tamara had tried to explain the human need for closure, to Nick’s mind it was still sentimental. Nonetheless, he waited patiently for Chloe’s spirit to converge for a moment with that of her mother’s.<br /><br />Her mother smiled, her eyes closed. It was only a moment, but she seemed at peace. When she began to cry again, Chloe kissed the top of her head and returned to Nick, sadness briefly tugging the corners of her mouth down. Then her eyes and face began to glow. <br /><br />She took Nick’s hand.<br /><br />Her mother’s tears and sobs penetrated the emotional barrier he tried to forge. His hand began to glow—how simple it would have been to use his healing ability and restore the little girl’s mortal life. Just one touch.<br /><br />But it was not allowed.<br /><br />Nick had learned—the hard way, in England, a century ago. But what good was such an ability if it could not be used where needed? <br /><br />What’s the point of my existence, for that matter?<br /><br />He started walking out of the room, an entirely human and unnecessary habit he’d developed from mingling with mortals over the years. <br /><br />“Ready, Chloe?” <br /><br />“I miss her.”<br /><br />“She’ll miss you a lot more.”<br /><br />“How come?”<br /><br />“Because mortals don’t know what it’s like on this side.” For them, time was a driving tyrant: linear, merciless, flowing in one and only one direction. Why would anyone want to go through a short pittance of a life with all its sorrows—seventy, maybe ninety years—only to grow feeble and stupid towards the end? At least Chloe had been spared that.<br /><br />Yet something about this premature departure troubled him unreasonably. He’d reaped the souls of children before, never liked doing it, but in Chloe’s case the pain was quite a bit more acute. <br /><br />As memories from the past surfaced, Nick without thinking released Chloe’s hand and floated freely in the room. Before he knew it, he found himself standing beside her mother. The auburn hair falling over emerald eyes shimmering with tears made her look achingly beautiful. <br /><br />Her weeping subsided. Her lips moved ever so subtly.<br /><br />She was praying.<br /><br />Again without thinking, Nick stretched out his hand, gently reached toward her face with his fingertips, taking pains not to touch her so she wouldn’t perceive his presence.<br /><br />Or would she?<br /><br />She gasped with a start, her face lighting up. <br /><br />Damn. Nick had inadvertently touched her hair and revealed himself. <br /><br />Idiot! <br /><br />He instantly slipped out of her perception. It had lasted only a second, but she had felt his presence. Seen his face.<br /><br />She bolted to her feet and looked around the room, returned to her seat when she saw no one.<br /><br />“Let’s go, Chloe.” Nick took her hand.<br /><br />“What happened?”<br /><br />“She’ll be all right.” He led Chloe to the door, hoping he hadn’t just lied to her.<br /><br />Chloe turned back to see her mother, waved, and said, “Bye-bye, Mama.”<br /><br />Nick, against his better judgment, turned and looked at the mother too. Any trace of that brief moment of euphoria mortals experience the first time they encounter an angel had been replaced by deep grief. He’d seen such pain far too often, but this was the strongest he’d felt it himself in a long time.<br /><br />Human emotions.<br /><br />As though they were his own.<br /><br />He hated it. Hated the fact that he was starting to feel them again.<br /><br />They were alien, perverse, just...wrong!<br /><br />With a shudder, he held Chloe’s hand and crossed the divide.<br />
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So what do you all think? Can't wait to get your hands on it? I know it's going on my To Be Read List. Well, see you all Sunday! EpicRobotDannihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00511688103481435908noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2692178938568428049.post-20993340203580674152013-03-31T19:22:00.001-06:002013-03-31T19:22:39.791-06:00To Be A WriterOver the last few weeks I've been finding myself with more and more motivation for writing, editing and planning. It's not something that I've really ever had before, when it's not nano I generally find my attention wandering. I leave my writing projects open, as if that is going to get them worked on, and then my attention focuses on something else. In the past that's been reading (and that was actually before the writing even began) watching TV shows, or even my blog.<br />
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That's right, last year when I decided that I was going to do something with this blog, that was me procrastinating from writing. Instead of working on whatever project I had on the go, I wrote more and more blog posts, and I changed around the formatting of the blog enough to be distracted from what I really should have been doing.<br />
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Writing is great. It's definitely what I want to do with my life, but I also find that I can get distracted. It's not because I don't want to be writing or planning. Hell, sometimes I even find myself actually wanting to edit. It's crazy!<br />
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The reason, I think, that I get so distracted is I think about the whole project. It's so much easier if I think of one step at a time. If I focus on just the world building, and not that I have to plan the entire plot, then write the first draft. Then work on every single other draft until it's absolutely perfect. It's hard to keep myself focused when I start to feel overwhelmed.<br />
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Anyway, that overwhelmed feeling is usually what drives me toward other pursuits. So this year, I've decided to make another resolution. (Yep, I know, I make a lot of resolutions.)<br />
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This one is a little harder than some of the other ones I've always been the person who is more than willing to start things, and once I start stopping is so much harder than it really should be. I always want to just pile on more projects, and more responsibilities until I get overwhelmed and just drop it all.<br />
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Before that happens, and before I find myself completely drained, I'm going to make this resolution, and stick to it.<br />
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I will put my writing before everything.<br />
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Okay, maybe not everything. Obviously I'm not going to put my writing before my boyfriend. Even if he is a writer, I just don't think it's a good plan if I want to keep dating him. But there are other things in my life that I can certainly cut down on, much as I might not want to.<br />
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The last couple of weeks, missing out on all of my Wednesday posts, has told me something. Something that I didn't really want to listen to, but that I'm going to have to do.<br />
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I can no longer post a blog post twice a week. Don't get me wrong, I love my blog. I've enjoyed working on it and getting it to where it is, but there is a hard truth that I have to face. I'm not a blogger. I'm a writer. And if I let myself continue to be distracted by things, even things like my blog, <br />
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For the record, this does not mean that I'm going to just stop posting. I don't want that either. I enjoy it too much. So, here's the deal. From now on I'm going to make Sunday my blog post day. Once a week, which has been pretty much happening for the last two months anyway. And I will use the time that I get from that to keep working on my writing.<br />
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There are other things that comes with this resolution. This may sounds a little stupid, but one of the biggest things I'm going to need to remember is giving myself breaks. Set a goal, hit the goal, and give myself some time to do things that I normally put off because I'm too busy. Maybe even get some books read.<br />
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Anyway, I do still have some goals to hit tonight. Two solid hours of planning (I've already written 3k) and then I might -- I don't know -- read a book. Or maybe watch a movie. Something leisure that will give me a little break from all of this. Next month is going to be fun, and awfully busy.<br />
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This year, I'm going to be a writer.EpicRobotDannihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00511688103481435908noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2692178938568428049.post-64772111531254063872013-03-25T01:12:00.000-06:002013-03-25T01:12:55.998-06:00Poof! I'm GoneSo, some of you may have wondered where I've gotten to these last couple of weeks. I'll admit, I haven't been the most reliable about getting these blog posts up, and I thought I should tell you all what's going on, and why I've been so distracted.<br />
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First of all, there's the project I'm currently working on. Dangerous Waters is a book that I wrote in 2011. It was the first high fantasy that I tried, and at first I thought it was fantastic. Until I realized that I shoved an epic fantasy into a 100k word count novel. If you've ever thought that you were missing scenes in your books, you're certainly not the only one. I had so many sticky notes in that book telling me that I had to add chapters and scenes that I'm pretty sure if I had actually finished all of the editing, I would have, at the very least, doubled the word count.<br />
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I didn't, however (once I discovered that I had actually not written the climax. That, in fact, none of my protagonists were in the climax, and instead the villain was simply injured by a peripheral character off screen, I decided that enough was enough and shelved it). I decided that there was simply too much work that needed to be done on it to make the project worth the effort. I had too many other ideas bouncing around in my head, competing with each other for attention.<br />
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In short, I had to set aside the characters that had unreliably told me a story (okay, so I told a bad story) and hope that the next one was better.<br />
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Strangely, though, as much as I would like to simply shelve the project and forget about how bad it was, I couldn't stop thinking about the characters. It may have something to do with the fact that at least one of those characters has been someone whose story I've been trying to write for years (She was actually from a short story I wrote for school in grade eight). But I knew that I Had to pick that project back up again.<br />
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About a month ago I decided that I was going to rewrite a novel this year. Which meant that I had to pick from my shelved projects. It was a tough decision, but with the help of some friends I finally decided that Kaszet, Bridalea and Atliah deserved another chance, and I dug it out.<br />
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First I had to replan the whole thing. I didn't just want to take what I had and go from there. No, if I was going to be rewriting it, I might as well take a hard look at the plot. I stripped it down to it's bare bones, and then reshaped that before adding in more.<br />
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Eventually I finished with the plotting (that was where most of my disappearing happened. See, I got so caught up in the project, the thought of stepping away from it even for the short amount of time it takes me to write a blog post, just wasn't something I was willing to do.) and now I've moved onto the writing portion of it.<br />
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I've got to tell you. In two days I've managed to get up to just shy of 8k words, and I'm loving it so far. I'm writing about as much as I normally write during nano, and that's not something that I say very often. I'm motivated and can't wait to get started on it. I was supposed to be working on this during camp nano, and here I am, writing it already! There was no stopping myself.<br />
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So, I'm going to keep working on that. I'm enjoying myself, which sometimes I forget to do while I'm writing. I get into the story, and the frustration starts to set in. Suddenly I find myself not wanting to write because the scene is too difficult, or even just because there's that show I wanted to watch on TV. Soon I realize that I've lost all of the time I had set aside for writing, and I get mad at myself.<br />
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Not with this project, though. If the beginning is any indication, I should be able to finish up this draft before the end of April.<br />
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Then again, plans almost never work out the way you think they will. EpicRobotDannihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00511688103481435908noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2692178938568428049.post-44627921489088008482013-03-17T21:54:00.000-06:002013-03-17T21:54:09.476-06:00And Progress Is Made!Despite the lack of motivation that I've been suffering from during the last week or so, I'm happy to report that progress has officially been made on my latest project, Dangerous Waters.<br />
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I've been trying to rework this project, which I've written once, and am currently in the process of giving a complete overhaul, for a couple of weeks now, though only seriously since I finished Pandora and sent that out to my last beta reader before it moves onto the stage of agents (scary!). But this last week, I had stalled out on it.<br />
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I was worried it was because of how I was planning it out. Rather than doing a full on planning (which I didn't think necessary, as the story has already been written once, no matter how different it's going to be when I'm done) I've been using the cork board I bought to help me figure out the restructuring Pandora currently went through.<br />
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The last time I worked on it, I had nine chapters up on the board and absolutely no idea on where the story was going. In fact, those nine chapters weren't very good. Okay, it wasn't the chapters themselves, just the order (and the emphasis I was putting on them).<br />
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I figured out the problem, eventually. The novel centres around three women (who are the main characters of the entire series) and I was trying to give them all equal say in the novel. In order to do that, I was structuring it very specifically, making sure that they each got a turn one after the other.<br />
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Needless to say, it wasn't going over very well. So, I decided that one of the characters needed to be the main POV, whether or not the tension of the story revolved around her. When I figured that out, I tried to restructure again, this time giving her twice as many chapters as the other two.<br />
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Again I found myself looking at those opening chapters and thinking that they just weren't right. There wasn't enough action, or plot, or even world building. They all felt like filler chapters, and that couldn't happen.<br />
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So tonight, when I finally decided that enough was enough and I was going to get some work done or die trying (okay...I wasn't actually willing to die over getting work done...but, hey, I'm a writer, I'm allowed to exaggerate) I sat down and stared at the board.<br />
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It took a while to get into it. At first all that happened was taking down the cue cards and trying to figure out what was wrong with them. Eventually, though, I managed to get that ball rolling. Scene after scene started to present itself to me. And, rather than focusing on whose POV was being used, I focused on where the story needed to go, and what would help me get there.<br />
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As a result there are currently seventeen chapters up on the cork board. And the best part? They feel right! Like the story is actually moving, and there's enough tension and plot to not stall out!<br />
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I'm pretty excited to rework this project. It was one of my favourites, and I know that my critique group will be happy too. I can't wait to see what the final result will be. I have a good feeling, though. This novel is going to go somewhere. Now all I have to do is figure out what I'm going to work on next.<br />
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Do you have any tips on how to get past those block? How do you figure out what POV each scene needs to be from?EpicRobotDannihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00511688103481435908noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2692178938568428049.post-33247068349266935682013-03-14T22:23:00.002-06:002013-03-14T22:23:54.744-06:00The Big DistractionDuring Nano I always have this incredible focus. I'm not sure what, exactly, about that month that allows me to just lose myself in my writing. I've theorized in the past that it's the competition. Anyone who knows me is aware of just how much that drives me through the month. Watching my word count rise, and comparing it to that of the counts around me. I find that incredibly motivating.<br />
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I've also wondered if it's just because there are so many people around doing the same thing as me. Having the ability to go on the chat and know that every person there is struggling to get out the words they need to meet those goals is highly motivating. It tells me that I'm not alone. That we're in it together.<br />
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Whatever it is, though, it's certainly not present right now.<br />
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I've challenged myself to do NaNoEdMo. Basically I have to edit for 50 hours this month. I haven't done too bad so far. I've actually finished the book I was editing, and I've moved on to another project. This one is getting completely rewritten, and it requires a lot of planning on my part so that I don't end up with the same issues that I had with it in the first place.<br />
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I'm counting it all as editing, because this isn't a first draft. Well, technically it is. There was so much wrong with that original draft, I can't even really call it an outline at this point. But, to me, all of those hours that I put into that original draft weren't wasted. It helped me to get to the point with my writing where I feel like I have the ability to write the story that it originally deserved to be, so I'm counting it as a rewrite and therefore editing.<br />
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I'm also going to count it as writing next month, but that's completely besides the point.<br />
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The point is that I've edited for seventeen and a half hours so far this month. I'm supposed to be at twenty-two hours.<br />
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Why am I behind? That's simple: distraction. I'm not blaming the distractions themselves. Is it Deception's fault that when I watched the first episode I couldn't stop watching it until I finished? No! Is it my friends fault that I would rather hang out in my email and wait to see what they say next rather than opening my scrivener project and getting to work? No! Is it my cat's fault that I walked away from my computer to go cuddle with her for twenty minutes so she would stop meowing outside my door? Okay...that one might be on the cat. But she didn't know that she was distracting me!<br />
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I can't concentrate. I don't know why. I tell myself that I'll do something, and then I just don't. I need to figure out how to capture the feeling of NaNo in a bottle so that I can take a swig anytime I need a kick in the butt.<br />
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Until then, though, I suppose I'll just have to rely on twitter and my friends there to keep me going. I need to have, at the very least, the planning for this book done before next month. No more procrastinating. No more telling myself that I can catch up on my next day off. I need to focus.<br />
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Now to just tell my motivation that.<br />
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I've actually been meaning to watch this show since it started, but the reason I finally opened the file on my computer is because I'm currently in the midst of planning out a sci fi, and I want to get a feel for the genre. Granted, my novel is nothing like this show. While they're both, at their most basic route, procedurals, my novel is set in a generation ship travelling to a new world. There will be no time travel in it. Still, I was able to pick out a few things that I need to watch for when I'm planning and writing my novel.</div>
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1) The language. At one point one of the young members of the terrorist group that went back said something that was purely 2012 slang. Now, I suppose this could be explained away because they were trying to blend in, but the truth is, in 2077 their slang and English is going to be a lot different than ours. Language evolves. While the core language stays the same, slang develops, and eventually our language accepts it. So I find it just a little bit odd that in 65 years they somehow haven't developed new slang and are still using ours. After all, we certainly don't speak the same as the people who were alive in the forties or the fifties.</div>
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For my novel, however, while I still need to figure out some new slang that would have developed before they took off from earth in this ship. Once their on the ship, however, preserving their culture and language would most likely be a priority for them. While they would have acquired new phrases simply to refer to their new circumstances in their surroundings, their language shouldn't be all that different.</div>
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2) Familiarity of the characters with their surroundings. One of the things that this show does great is make sure that we understand just how comfortable the characters are with everything. The main character -- a cop in the future who was accidentally transported to the past when she tried to stop the terrorist group from escaping -- is extremely comfortable with her own tech, which isn't available in the time she now finds herself in. But at the same time, she's completely unfamiliar with the things around her in present day. For example, when putting on mascara she has a hard time of it. And driving a car? Not something she learned at sixteen, that's for sure.</div>
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My first step is, of course, figuring out what their technology is going to look like. Once I figure that out, though, I have to make sure that my character's aren't acting like this is something they've never seen before. They need to not just be familiar with it, but adept as well. Their technology would actually probably be old for them, as it's highly unlikely that their technology is advancing while they're in space. So it might not all work as well as it once did.</div>
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3) The differences in the world that have happened between now and then. One of the things that really gets me is that in 2077 apparently corporal punishment is something that has been accepted in Canada. To me, I think of this as a step back for our culture, but that's not really the problem I have with it. The biggest problem I have with it is that it has yet to be explained how we managed to get from a world where we didn't have corporal punishment to one where it's an actual option. I've been told by my friend who has seen more episodes than me that they do eventually tell us what I want to know, but every time they talk about it (because it is a major plot point) I get just a little bit more annoyed. While I understand that you can't throw in all of that kind of information without it being obvious that's what you're doing, I do think they had ample time to get that information across.</div>
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In my own story, the changes will be fairly obvious from the get go, and getting that information out to the readers is going to be difficult. I highly doubt that most of my characters will be thinking about the reason they're out in space, since it really is an every day occurrence for them. I haven't figured out how I'm going to do this yet, but I am aware of the problem, and am going to figure it out.</div>
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There are many more problems that writing a sci fi deals with. Like, for instance, how they're travelling from world to world. What kind of technology they would have that allows them to get between the planets without having to wait years. But I think it's kind of part of the fun. Kind of. After all, I was never that good in science class.</div>
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But I will get there. Eventually this book will be planned, and I will be writing it either in June or July. I'm excited, as it's a genre I've never tried to write before, while at the same time being utterly nervous for the exact same reason.</div>
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What do you guys think? What annoys you when you're reading (or watching) a sci fi? And how much science do you like to see in your sci fi?</div>
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I've accepted this as fact, and have moved on with my life. So now I spend my time trying to look at editing in different ways. Sometimes it's to try and show myself just how necessary editing really is (I once compared it to surgery. The novel is broken, and when it goes into the operating room the bad parts are taken out and new stuff is put in to help fix it. Not a perfect analogy, but close enough). This latest one, though, was more to just explain how I feel when I'm editing. So, I thought I would share it with you, so you could understand just why I hate editing so much.</div>
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I know from experience what the most annoying thing in the world is reaching into your pocket and pulling out the tangled mess of headphones that the perfectly knotted bundle you put in your pocket that morning has become. I swear sometimes the headphones actually knot themselves, because that's the only explanation that I can come up with for how they end up so tangled.</div>
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Now, take those knotted headphones and add a whole bunch of other cords, all of them the deepest black so that you're not quite sure where one starts and the next end. Or if the knots are even knots or just massive lumps of cord that have somehow formed out of what was once perfectly fine headphones.</div>
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I don't just mean that moment when I first pull the headphones out of my pocket, though I certainly do get that feeling when I first print off my manuscript and read thought it. No, it's the process of untangling those headphones that is rather like editing.</div>
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The first thing you do is choose one cord. Of course, you never know what this cord is attached to, but you're really hoping it's the headphones. And you start to follow it until you get to the first knot, which is never all that hard to undo. You laugh a little because this is going to be so much easier than you first thought. Surely everything was going to be just as simple as that, and therefore you had nothing to worry about.</div>
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You have to start over. For just a second you consider going to the store and buying new headphones. Surely that must be easier than untangling this mess, right? But, no. You can't go to the store every time they get tangled. You're never going to end up with those magical headphones that won't tangle (Okay, actually there are untangleable headphones, but shhh!) No, you really should just suck it up and keep untangling.</div>
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So you grab a new cord and start all over again, painstakingly picking at each knot. Slowly unravelling it, and discarding unusable cords along the way. The further into it that you get, the more clearly you start to see the end. You can see the loops and knots that created this mess, and you start to see how you can fix it. You know before you unravel which cords aren't attached to the headphones, and you start to feel like maybe -- just maybe -- you can get them untangled!</div>
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And, eventually, you do. Eventually those headphones come loose with one final tug, leaving you finally able to listen to your music in peace. And in that brief shining moment you forget that the next time you put those headphones in your pocket they'll tangle again. You ignore that those headphones are imperfect, with tiny knots that you didn't quite get still hanging around in it's length, and you relish the music that pours through them.</div>
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That is how I feel about editing. And the next draft I do tends to get better and better. Until I send it out to beta readers, and then it feels like I have those same cords in my hands begging to be untangled. But, I know that eventually I will get through it. I just have to take it one knot at a time!</div>
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EpicRobotDannihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00511688103481435908noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2692178938568428049.post-89816888541846366922013-03-03T08:00:00.000-07:002013-03-03T08:00:02.026-07:00Price TagOne of the most common things I say about my writing is 'I can't wait until I start making money so I can quit my job.' Why do I say that? Well, first and foremost because I don't actually like my day job. I work at a registry, so I get people yelling at me all day because their documents aren't compliant with government policies, because there are fines on their account they weren't aware of, or because they want me to do something that I just cannot do.<br />
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It can get frustrating at times, and when I find myself angry and annoyed, the thought that comes time mind first is: 'I could be writing'.<br />
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The thing is, though, writing isn't exactly a guarantee. And even if it were -- even if I could have someone tell me that as soon as I submit something I will be published -- that doesn't necessarily mean that the money I do make off of my writing will be enough to not have to work a day job.<br />
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I know that. I am aware of the facts of the writing world. Of course, my dream is to not just get published, but to also have my book made into a movie. One that does quite well in the box office and earns me a lot of money.<br />
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Despite all of that, though, that's not why I write. When I'm getting those words down on paper, my thoughts aren't on how much those words are going to make me. It couldn't be, because then I wouldn't be writing what the story deserved. I would be writing what I thought would sell, and that's just not how I operate as a writer.<br />
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No, there's something in me that makes me want to keep writing. I'm not happy unless I'm writing/editing (and able to complain about it). This is what I want to do with my life, not because it could make me money, but because I want to be someone that effects the lives of others. I want to be the name on the cover of the book that people love. I want to have my website bookmarked under 'favourite authors'. Hell, I want to write something that pisses someone off so much that they throw their book across the room. Only to go pick it up a few minutes later and keep reading.<br />
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Because, no matter what I say about wanting to make money off of my writing, the truth of the matter is whether or not I get paid for it, I want to keep writing. If I were stranded on a desert island, I would still be writing down everything I could, whether it be on the sand, or with makeshift tools that allowed me only to etch the words (or pictures) into the walls of a cave.<br />
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This is what I want to do. No matter how successful I am. No matter how many people tell me I shouldn't or can't. I'm a writer, and I can't stop the words that form in my head. I have to write them down. I have to tell my stories.<br />
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While I do hope to one day have a price tag on my books, I will never place one on my writing.<br />
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<b><i>What are your dreams and goals for writing?</i></b>EpicRobotDannihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00511688103481435908noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2692178938568428049.post-28125497943172791982013-02-25T21:52:00.000-07:002013-02-25T21:52:08.342-07:00Master ManipulatorsMy favourite characters in books are the ones that seem to be behind everything. And yet, they never seem to be behind anything.<br />
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I realize that sounds contradictory, but anyone that reads a decent amount of books knows what I'm talking about. They're the characters that you're fairly certain are idiots who have no idea about anything going on, but then turn out to be the ones behind it the entire time. Where at the end of the book you think 'no freaking you. Seriously? You're the one that did that?'<br />
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Sometimes, of course, I have to wonder if the author intended that to happen. Because, as a writer, I've got to tell you: I very rarely am intentionally creating those characters.<br />
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On more than one occasion I have started writing a character that I assumed was background, only to have the entire story turn around at the end and I suddenly realize that the character I thought was no one was more important than any other character in the story.<br />
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Why am I talking about this? Normally these sorts of speculation are brought on by one of my own characters. But, no. This time it's because of a critique that I gave today.<br />
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In the book we've been critiquing, the author has lined up this character who often appears to simply be stumbling through the world, unsure of what he's doing or if he's even heading in the right direction, and yet things tend to work out for him. Up until this point in the book, I was wavering between him being competent, and everything just being a happy coincidence.<br />
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Unfortunately I have a bit of an insider's point of view, as I know exactly who is pulling the strings, but at the same time, I still don't know all of the details.<br />
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This past chapter, though, that character finally pulled up his socks and admitted that he was, in fact, competent. That he wasn't just a puppet whose strings are being pulled, and that he could manipulate at least those closest to him without too much trouble.<br />
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It was nice to see. Because I enjoy those characters (so long as they're not completely evil with no redeeming qualities) he instantly shot up in my regard. Suddenly he's far less of a character whose chapters I have to suffer through, and much more one that I look forward to reading about.<br />
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As for my own writing, manipulators seem to be few and far between. At least in my current project (Birth) where all I have is a main character whose voice I can't seem to figure out.<br />
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But that's another blog post (check back Wednesday...) For now I'm going to impatiently wait until next week when I should get the next chapter in the book I'm critiquing and see where he takes it.<br />
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<i><b>What's your favourite kind of character? Do you ever wonder if authors do everything in their novels on purpose?</b></i>EpicRobotDannihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00511688103481435908noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2692178938568428049.post-77151880816689818262013-02-20T19:53:00.000-07:002013-02-20T19:53:19.532-07:00Critique At the End of the TunnelIn my critique group we, of course, exchange critiques. Every fortnight (we've decided that we're resurrecting this generally considered archaic word, as it applies to so much in our lives) we get together and tell each other what we thought of the latest chapter that was sent in. It's been extremely helpful, especially in areas like description, where we all lacked when we first started out.<br />
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We also started meeting up every couple of months with short stories and getting feedback on those. We dubbed these meets 'Pen Duels'. Basically what we do is I send out two writing prompts, and everyone has to come up with a story based on one or the other of the prompts. Then we get together, read them out loud, then discuss.<br />
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This time we decided to do things a little bit differently. Rather than getting together and reading them out, we sent them out to each other and are doing critiques on them before we get together to discuss on Saturday.<br />
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When we originally decided to do this, we talked about how these critiques shouldn't be too long. Not like what we do for regular critique group. Just small summaries of what we thought while we were reading through the stories.<br />
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Turns out, my brain isn't so good at holding back. My first critique is behind me and it's just as long (if not longer) than anything that I've done for critique group.<br />
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This wouldn't be a problem, of course, except that I now have two more short stories to critique before Saturday, and a chapter to critique by Monday.<br />
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Yep. I know. We planned that well.<br />
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So now I'm sitting at home working on my pile of critiques rather than working on Pandora, which I'm supposed to be sending out at the end of the month. I'm starting to feel like I might have taken on too much this year.<br />
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For the record, I've decided to cut back the epiphanies to only 100 for the year, rather than trying to get through the entire 201. More manageable, and I won't feel like I'm going crazy.<br />
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Anyway, to get back on topic: Critiques. Lots of critiques.<br />
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I'm working on critique # 2 right now, and I'm planning to, at the very least, get done the short stories tonight before I head to bed. Though, if I really make myself do work, I might even get the chapter done. Somehow, I doubt it, though.<br />
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So much to do, so little time to do it!<br />
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<i><b>Are you in a critique group? Do you ever find yourself spending more time on critiques than on writing?</b></i>EpicRobotDannihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00511688103481435908noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2692178938568428049.post-43377676171823210062013-02-15T12:00:00.000-07:002013-02-15T12:00:03.444-07:00How To Find Time To WriteHi guys. Today I have a special treat for all of you. I have a guest post from an up and coming author! I'm excited to introduce all of you to PT McHugh, who had recently published Keeper of the Black Stones.<br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">PT McHugh didn't start out as a storyteller. He was, however, born into a family that encouraged imagination. He became a fan of history in school and then went to college to become a construction engineer, to build a world of straight lines, angles and equations.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">He was just as surprised as everyone else when he realized that he believed in magic, and might just know the secret of how to jump through time. Since then, he's been researching the possibility and learning everything he can about history. Just in case the opportunity arises.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">PT was born and raised in New Hampshire and currently lives in Raleigh, North Carolina with his wife, two daughters and a dog named Bob, daring to dream of alternate worlds and cheering for his beloved New England Patriots.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">His latest book is the YA fantasy/time travel</span><span style="color: #222222; font-family: inherit;"> <i><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Keeper-Black-Stones-Stone-Ends/dp/0981676804/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1355953814&sr=8-1&keywords=keeper+of+the+black+stones">Keeper of the Black Stones</a></i></span></div>
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<b></b>Most popular question by adults: “With a wife, two kids, two dogs, and two cats, and a full-time job, how do you find time to write?”<br />
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This is a great question, and it’s a perfect of example of turning a negative in one’s life into a positive. I’ve been a chronic insomniac ever since high school. Instead of hitting the pillow and falling asleep, I’d go to bed and stare at the ceiling, worrying about things that in most cases I couldn’t control. Not a good practice, to be sure. But I’m sure a lot of people out there can relate. Sometimes your brain gets going, and just won’t stop. Game over – you’re up for the night, and it’s going to be awful.<br />
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Then several years ago, a doctor and friend of mine suggested that instead of thinking of this inability to sleep as a curse, I should treat it as a positive. After all, Benjamin Franklin only got three to four hours of sleep a night, and he seemed to do okay. Maybe it didn’t have to be as bad as I was making it. With those comforting words in mind, I set out to find a hobby. Something I could do quietly at night in the comfort of my own home. Something that wouldn’t keep my family up or damage them in any way. Something that would keep my mind busy and – maybe – be fun at the same time. I couldn’t paint worth a lick, but I always had an over active imagination, and I wanted to do something with it.<br />
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So I started writing. A lot of it was bad, and very little of it saw the light of day, but it kept me busy, and it was the beginning of a sometimes beautiful and sometimes terrifying relationship with the written word.<br />
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When it comes to Stone Ends and <i>Keeper of the Black Stones</i>, the idea started with the realization that most schools weren’t teaching history anymore. At least not to any serious degree. Reading, writing, and linear Algebra were being treated with more importance, and it rubbed me the wrong way. Now don’t take that wrong– I can certainly see <i>why</i> those things are important, but that didn’t mean I liked it. My daughters didn’t know who Napoleon was, let alone Richard III, and they certainly didn’t understand the impact that our founding fathers had on today’s America. We were slowly losing track of our past, and missing out on some really fantastic stories along the way.<br />
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I was fortunate enough to have a father who cared deeply about history, and who enjoyed telling me stories about what happened hundreds of years ago. Those stories had caught me in their spell when I was young, and I became fascinated with the idea of the men and women who created them. What were they like? Why had they made the decisions they made? What if I was in that situation? What would I have done? Would the world we live in today be the same?<br />
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From there, it was a quick hop, skip, and jump to forcing Jason into those very situations, and making him – and his friends – decide how they were going to handle it. It allowed me to put myself in those situations, and really live them. Getting to tell kids about history is just icing on the cake.</blockquote>
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Jason Evans, a shy, introverted high school freshman thought that his mundane life was all there was -- girls, golf, physics, and the occasional bully. Until he found out about the secrets his grandfather had been keeping from him ... a set of stones that allowed them to jump through time ... a maniacal mad man that used the stones to shape history to his liking ... and Jason's role as one of the few people in the world that could stop him.<br />
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Against impossible odd, a fourteen-year-old boy must take up his legacy, learn everything he needs to know within one day, and travel hilter skilter to the Middle Ages to join Henry the VII's fight against Richard III, end the Dark Ages, and stop the man that now holds his grandfather hostage. In this romp through history, Jason and his friends must race against time to accomplish not one, but two missions.<br />
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I never thought anything exciting would happen to me. The sky was blue, the football jocks were arrogant, and my best friend was absolutely crazy. To be honest, my life was a little boring. Until things, well, changed.</blockquote>
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And then suddenly, I was meeting Anne Frank before she wrote her diary. Consulting with Churchill on political doctrine. Crossing the Potomac with Washington. I even shined Napoleon's shoes in the streets of Charleroi, once, though it's not a story I like to tell. I've been in too many places to name, and done things I never thought I would do. All in the name of saving history, and saving the world that we call home.</blockquote>
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I realize that these boasts won't be taken seriously, but I must remind you that at one time the earth was flat, the atom unbreakable. And the thought of reaching the moon was just as ridiculous as the idea of jumping through time.</blockquote>
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My name is Jason Evans. I'm ten days shy of my fifteenth birthday and this is my story... </blockquote>
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<br />EpicRobotDannihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00511688103481435908noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2692178938568428049.post-70820333931878677352013-02-13T17:00:00.000-07:002013-02-13T17:00:06.751-07:00Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad DayAs a writer there are certain things that affect your ability to write. For example, I find it nearly impossible to write when I have a headache. Each word I drag out sends another round of pain shooting through my skull, and when I look back on any progress I may have made I realize just how bad it actually is. Especially if the mood of the scene isn't angry or annoyed.<br />
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So, I've learned to adapt. Or, rather, I've learned to accept the fact that writing is not going to get done if I can't get rid of the headache. It's not an excuse, it's the matter of whether it's worth it in the end, and I've determined that it just isn't.<br />
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Of course, there are other things that can affect this as well. Things like what happened to me on Monday.<br />
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On Monday I had a bad day. It started right when I got to work (I'll admit that I'm not a huge fan of my day job, but I can usually get through the day without thinking about quitting). I'm not going to get into details of why it was such a bad day, but suffice it to say that by the time the day was over, my mood was foul. And I left work early!<br />
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Unfortunately my bad mood didn't just affect my writing. I didn't get to just go home and do nothing while moping around and indulging in my bad mood. (I know what you're all thinking, but I let myself wallow in my bad moods. They last one day, and they don't happen all that often, so I indulge.) Instead I got to go to critique group.<br />
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Now, normally I love critique group. I love getting feedback on my work and learning how other people interpret what I've put down on the page. I enjoy the dynamic we have in our group and how much I learn as a writer from the process.<br />
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When I got there on Monday, however, and one of my critique partners said something negative, I found myself fighting with him. Arguing his point and not letting him explain where he was coming from. I was getting frustrated and angry, and I really couldn't control those emotions, even though I knew I was being irrational.<br />
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I even had the thought that I should just toss that novel and pretend I had never written it.<br />
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These aren't normal things for me. While I love a good discussion about my work, or anyone's work, for that matter, what I was doing on Monday was fighting. And defending my work. And thinking that I should scrap an entire novel because of one moment of feedback? I just spent the entire day yesterday restructuring a novel that I've already rewritten twice. I don't just cast things off because of one piece of criticism.<br />
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It was hard for me to accept what was being said because my emotions were already shot from the hard day I'd had at my day job.<br />
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I hate that a job that I don't enjoy can make the thing that I do like so much harder. This is the reason that I don't want to be working a day job. Unfortunately I don't have a choice at this point. I'm not published. I don't have someone that just wants to let me work on my writing full time. I have to continue to pay my bills in order to keep writing.<br />
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So I just have to work on trying to not let a bad day at work colour everything else I do. This would be so much easier if I could compartmentalize.<br />
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Now to make it up to my critique partner. Maybe I should buy his dinner at the next critique group.EpicRobotDannihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00511688103481435908noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2692178938568428049.post-81732479836728580932013-02-10T17:00:00.000-07:002013-02-10T17:00:06.343-07:00My Protagonistic ViewsYesterday I read a question that someone had asked a published author. It was: Why are so many books written from the point of view of a female? They were implying that most books tend to have a female protagonist.<br />
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The author replied by telling them some statistics that showed that, in fact, most books were actually written from a male perspective. For years, in fact, female protagonists were quite rare when it came to published works.<br />
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To be honest, my favourite books tend to have female protagonists. That's not to say that I won't read anything else. I enjoyed many books that had male perspectives. Not the least of which was Lord of the Flies. I read it during school, and I loved it.<br />
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Since high school, though, I've found myself gravitating more towards the female perspective. Why? I have a theory. Because I am female. Therefore, I find it easier to relate to the female characters and understand their motivations. This doesn't keep me from reading the male perspective. I've read the Harry Potter series, and I thoroughly enjoy Rick Riordan's Percy Jackson series, along with the rest of his books. Most are from the male perspective.<br />
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Each person has their own preferences when it comes to reading, just as anything else in the world.<br />
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As a writer, I think that each of us tends to gravitate more toward what we like to read. I, for instance, prefer female protagonists, so that's what I use when I'm writing. When the characters introduce themselves to me, it's always the females that are more prominent and demanding. They want to be heard, and they usually drag some male characters along with them.<br />
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That doesn't mean that I'm never going to write from the male perspective, though. I have a couple characters that are wanting their point of view to come out. Neither of them are my protagonist, but they're there and insistent<br />
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I do want to write a book from a male perspective. There's just one little problem. You see, it's hard to write something that you don't know. I know that I don't know the male perspective. I tried to write a middle grade during nano that was from the perspective of a ten year old boy. It didn't go very well.<br />
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But I'm not going to give up! Maybe not this year (just because I have so much going on this year already, and adding another book would only earn me a sigh from my boyfriend as he shook his head and reminded me that he would like to see me at some point) but eventually I will find a story idea that I want to write from the male perspective.<br />
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While I'm writing it, I'll probably pick the minds of all the men I know, trying to make sure that it's as accurate as possible.<br />
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But until then, I will be sticking with the female perspective.<br />
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<b><i>What do you like to read? What do you like to write? Have you ever tried to write from the other perspective before?</i></b>EpicRobotDannihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00511688103481435908noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2692178938568428049.post-31554175033142984592013-02-06T19:40:00.000-07:002013-02-06T19:40:09.516-07:00In With the New!This week me and a couple of my friends are starting a brand new project. Something that none of us have ever done before, and that we all thought would be so much fun, we just had to do it: We're writing a script!<br />
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This all started last year when we realized that during Script Frenzy (a program that was offered by the Office of Letters and Light where the goal was to write 100 pages of script in a month) you could work as a team. None of us thought that we would be very good at writing scripts by ourselves, but if we were working together we might actually have a chance of coming up with something noteworthy.<br />
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Of course, by the time we figured this all out, the month was nearly over, and we didn't have time to be starting anything new. So we decided that we would put it off until this year. That this year we were going to do script frenzy together!<br />
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You know how sometime life has a way of looking at the plans that you make and laughing in your face? Usually it's rolling on the ground laughing hysterically until you walk away. And even then it continues to laugh, though now it's doing so while trying to gasp out a 'wait, come back' and following after you with it's arms crossed over it's stomach because it was laughing too hard.<br />
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No? Just me then?<br />
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Anyway, we made these plans and we thought 'this is going to be great!' and then OLL announced that it would have to regrettably drop Script Frenzy. That since they started it, sign up rates had held steady or gone down, and the program wasn't making enough money to keep itself going.<br />
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The decision makes sense, of course. If they're losing too much money on a project that isn't growing, why would they keep it open? The timing was just bad. One year earlier, and we would have managed it.<br />
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Of course, the one thing that you should know about me and my friends is that we're all damn stubborn. We decided that we really didn't care if Script Frenzy was technically still up and running! We were going to do a script in April no matter what!<br />
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So, in April we will be writing seven episodes (one an hour long, the others half an hour) of an original script that we've come up with. I won't be sharing the plot of it at this point, mostly because I'm not sure we have an actual plot at this point, but I'm very excited about this.<br />
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It's the first time I'll be working on a script, and each one will be collaborative (every episode will have two writers.). It should be an interesting experience. With any luck, we'll have a usable script at the end of the month. If not, well, at least we'll have tried something new. Because nothing makes you a better writer than trying.<br />
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<i><b>What are some new things that you have planned for the year?</b></i>EpicRobotDannihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00511688103481435908noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2692178938568428049.post-82276891181262185522013-02-03T13:29:00.000-07:002013-02-03T13:29:34.499-07:00This Feels FamiliarToday I get to do the very thing I've been so happy to not do so far this year: I get to tell you that I'm falling behind on my goals.<br />
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Yep. You read that correctly, I'm finally falling behind.<br />
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January set me up to think that this year was going to be different. That I was going to get through all of my goals, and I was going to be amazed at how productive I was. Turns out, though, that I'm still quite capable of not finishing. Of procrastinating for hours until I realize that I no longer have time to finish everything I need to get finished.<br />
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I'm not being down on myself, despite the slightly depressed tone of this post. No, I happen to know that falling behind on goals is something that everyone does, and I know that I can turn it around if I just put my mind to it.<br />
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I also know that today isn't the day that's going to happen.<br />
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Today I have plans. Ones that will eat up most of the hours of the day, and I only have another two hours to get as much as I possibly can done before I have to take off. Two hours in which I have to shower, get ready to go, finish my laundry, and make my lunch for tomorrow.<br />
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Needless to say, I'm not anticipating getting much done today. It's a depressing thought, seeing as how I'm so far behind.<br />
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Thankfully, I know that I have Tuesday off. And I don't have any plans at night (and will not be making any) so I'm planning on getting completely caught up that day.<br />
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So, what do I have to do in order to get caught up on those goals? Let me show you:<br />
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1) Complete 5 Epiphanies (writing exercises)<br />
2) Edit the short story I wrote for Pen Duels<br />
3) Write 13,000 words of Malice<br />
4) Do two critiques<br />
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Those are my goals for the end of day Tuesday. I have plans tomorrow too, so I'm going to have to work all day Tuesday in order to get caught up.<br />
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I think I can do it, I just need to stay focused. Which has not traditionally been my strong suit. But I did it last month, and I'm going to do it this month too. I just have to keep moving forward. Don't look back. Don't question. Just do it.<br />
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And don't think about all the things I have to do the rest of the year, or I start to feel overwhelmed.<br />
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<i><b>What do you do when you find yourself falling behind? How do you keep yourself on track?</b></i>EpicRobotDannihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00511688103481435908noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2692178938568428049.post-77990139755682597352013-01-30T21:23:00.001-07:002013-01-30T21:23:47.023-07:00It's A CelebrationThis year, as I'm sure you've all noticed by now, I have a lot of goals. I want to prove to myself that I can be a prolific writer. That I have the capability of producing four complete (and well written) novels in one year. Of course, I am hoping that one day I'll be able to support myself with my writing (despite being advised to keep the steady job. If I'm making enough money on my books, unsteady as that money may be, I don't think I could stomach working the day job) right now I've got a full time job that takes a significant chunk of my writing time.<br />
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So January first I started editing the first of four books that I'm hoping to get to the second draft (at least) before the end of the year.<br />
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Stolen Magick. One of the four novels I wrote during Nano. The first one, in fact, and the one I liked the most, despite all the headaches it gave me. I had two characters show up that I wasn't planning on. One character that didn't step up, even though I had made a character bible for her, a love interest that wasn't supposed to be there and more subplots than I could have ever planned out.<br />
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The way I judge how well a book goes is by how much happens that wasn't planned. So I did pretty well.<br />
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Anyway, the goal was to have it done by the end of January. But I've never been very good at keeping my goals. I find them too arbitrary. They aren't deadlines, they're just dates I pulled off the calender and decided was the day I was going to have it by done. There's nothing holding me to that except myself, and I'm not very good at holding myself accountable.<br />
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So, when in a day of uninterrupted wordmongering I realized that I had actually finished the book and BEFORE SCHEDULE, my first thought was 'what?'<br />
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Yep. I didn't believe it. Even though I print off my books and there was literally no more pages to turn. Even though I had just read the ending that I had written. Even though I had been on track with my goal all month. Despite all of that, I still didn't believe that I was done the book.<br />
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But I was. Only to a second draft, don't get too excited. And I'm already thinking that I need to play with the structure before anyone sees it. None of that matters though, because the biggest thing here is that I accomplished my goal!<br />
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I have huge goals this month, and it's going to be key to finish the small ones in time. So it's awesome that I'm not falling behind already. 2013 is turning out to be great so far.<br />
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Now to celebrate. What should I do? Here are the options:<br />
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1) Start rewriting Dangerous Waters (and epic fantasy that's far too short)<br />
2) Start rewriting The Commons (A YA that I love, but it was just all wrong)<br />
3) Start rewriting The Descendants (My first ever book, and a YA), or<br />
4) Watch TV shows until February.<br />
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What do you guys think? Post below!! EpicRobotDannihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00511688103481435908noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2692178938568428049.post-13367809024346904282013-01-27T17:00:00.000-07:002013-01-27T17:00:03.305-07:00Shackled to the ShelvesLately I've been reading a book entitled 'How To Write Science Fiction & Fantasy' by Orson Scott Card. If you haven't guess, it's a craft book that helps you to write science fiction and fantasy. While I do normally write within the fantasy genre (technically Urban Fantasy) sci-fi is a realm well outside of what I would normally even so much as read.<br />
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So I bought the book, and started reading it yesterday. So far it's been really interesting. We haven't gotten much into the hows of writing. He started the book by trying to define the borders of science fiction.<br />
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It's really not as easy as it sounds, as science fiction is an extremely fluid genre. It covers so much that's it's practically impossible to define the edges of it. Regardless of that, he did a good job. I believe I have a much better idea of what sci-fi is, and where my stories could fit into it.<br />
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During this process, however, he talked about being published sci-fi and getting stuck within the confines of that genre.<br />
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Now, with a genre such as sci-fi, this could be not so bad, simply because of how fluid it is. A lot can fit under the header of 'sci-fi and fantasy'. However, it got me thinking about my own writing, and how diverse it can be.<br />
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I will write anything from High Fantasy, to Sci-Fi to YA, to literary fiction (though those are few and far between for me. I tend to prefer a little mystic in my novels). The last thing I want is to be confined to a single genre for my entire career (assuming, of course, that my career ever does take off and I don't spend my life going from one day job to another...but that's another story altogether.)<br />
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My first novel that I'm hoping to publish is an Urban Fantasy. Set around a werewolf (who happens to be an assassin) and what she goes through in order to satisfy her morals. (Yep...you read that right...morals. Go figure, right?)<br />
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My second novel is a YA centered around a young girl who discovers that she has the ability to manipulate (and communicate with) water. It's about as different from Pandora as you can get.<br />
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Then there's the Sci-Fi I'm in the middle of planning.<br />
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With those three novels alone, I already know that I'm not going to be able to always publish under the same genre.<br />
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This gave me a moment of worry. I mean, am I going to be pushing away publishers and agents because I don't write only in one genre? Is that going to effect my fan base, or publishability? Was I making it harder on myself than I need to, just because of what I'm writing? Should I define myself as one type of writer?<br />
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It took me a second, but I managed to calm down. (I'd like to point out, this isn't the book's fault, but rather my own overactive imagination that cast shadows across books that aren't even written yet)<br />
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Yes, there will be agents or publishers out there that might be put off by a multi-genre author. But, obviously, those are not the agents or publishers that I want to be dealing with. I refuse to be caged into one genre. In fact, I demand to be allowed to move as I will, and write what I chose!<br />
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A friend of mine <a href="http://www.ericasatchwill.com/">Eric A. Satchwill</a> said it the best: 'Let us fly and frolic freely among the wild worlds of words! Shake off the shackles of the shelves!'<br />
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We're writers. We live in the worlds created by our imaginations! Why should we be limited to one world because someone says that's who we are? We are free to be whomever we want, no matter how many books have made it to the shelves.<br />
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I am undefinable. I am not a Sci-Fi writer. I am not a YA writer. I'm not even an Urban Fantasy writer. I'm a writer, plain and simple, and I will not limit the worlds that I live in each and every day of my life!<br />
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<b><i>Do you think that writers should be confined to one genre simply because they've been published there before?</i></b>EpicRobotDannihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00511688103481435908noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2692178938568428049.post-81261383415315782592013-01-23T17:00:00.000-07:002013-01-23T17:00:05.260-07:00How Soon We ForgetWith Nano ending only a couple of months ago, I've been hard at work editing. In December I finished Pandora, and this month I've been working on Stolen Magick, and it's been going quite well. I've gotten through the chapters at record speed for me. The manuscript is reading more like a second draft than a first, and it's been making me feel pretty good about myself. Especially since I've been finding myself with some actual free time because everything is getting done, and it's getting done early.<br />
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So what can possibly happen that would knock me back a few steps?<br />
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A short story. Simple as that. I had to write a short story for critique group, and I had it scheduled for Monday. So I sat down to work on it at 11:30 in the morning. I didn't expect for it to take too long. I guessed about an hour. Two tops.<br />
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Then I stared at the blank screen in front of me, not quite sure where to start. I had an idea, but I just didn't know how to start it.<br />
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And then, when I finally got the words put down on the page, they weren't right. Nothing was right. I stopped after about three sentences, and immediately erased everything.<br />
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Next I started to do some research.<br />
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I just want to stop and point out here that I don't like research. Actually I hate it. With a passion. I don't even like to do it for my novels. And yet I found about six tabs open, all of them with different bits of information that I needed to write the short story.<br />
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When I had finally managed to get everything that I needed to know, I pulled up that blank page again.<br />
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It still didn't go well. I needed names. And then there was a million other things I needed to look up in the process of writing.<br />
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By the time the story was done it had been five hours. FIVE!<br />
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It hasn't taken me that long to finish anything since...well...since Nano!<br />
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That's when I remembered. Drafting doesn't always go as smoothly as I want it to. In fact, it never does. If I'm not struggling to force the words out, then new things that I didn't plan are appearing, and I find myself getting annoyed, and more often than not, frustrated.<br />
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I'm not saying that I hate drafting. Far from it, it's one of my favourite part of the writing process. I'm just glad that I remembered that before I started working on the first draft of Malice next month. I can't wait to do it, and I'm glad that I didn't remember just how long it can take when I was getting started on a novel I have to work on for a month.<br />
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Now I just need to finish Stolen Magick so that I can move onto Malice without getting distracted.<br />
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<b><i>Do you ever forget about parts of the writing process? How do you get yourself into the story so you can write it??</i></b>EpicRobotDannihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00511688103481435908noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2692178938568428049.post-90472014125470369292013-01-20T12:23:00.000-07:002013-01-20T12:23:01.914-07:00Oh, The Joys of WritingToday I get to kill someone. Okay, well I get to decide who gets killed, but not actually kill them.<br />
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Before you call the cops, I suppose I should explain. My epiphany (which is what I'm calling the writing exercises I've been working on) today requires me to gather together three or four ordinary people whose task it is to decide who should be killed. I'm not allowed to convey <i>why</i> they have to do this, and I'm not supposed to reveal their thought process, other than what is spoken out loud to each other, and the death is not supposed to happen in the scene.<br />
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My first reaction when I read the assignment? This is going to be fun!<br />
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Which started me thinking. Just how sadistic am I? This is a topic that my friends and I have all the time. And our non-writer friends usually give us that look like they're worried we're about to have a mental breakdown. We don't take offense to that. If we were them we would probably be worried about the same thing.<br />
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Because I'm a writer, though, I understand the thought process that goes into the idea that having a group of ordinary people deciding on who they're going to kill is fun. I understand that if this were happening in real life, I would be absolutely horrified. No doubt I would seeing a news story about it, my mouth would drop open and I would think 'that's terrible!'<br />
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The fact is, though, the person getting killed is a character. And not just any character, but my own character.<br />
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While I often contend that my characters are real to me, the truth is I know just how not real they are. And how real I need to make them feel.<br />
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That's the heart of it, really. We as writers are aware of just how not real our characters are. And we know that our readers will feel the same way. So we make them real by putting them in situations that no one would ever want to be in and force them to make a decision, or react. That's how we can make them 'real' even in our own heads. That's how they get their voices and personalities. It's how we form them in our heads.<br />
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So when I say that it will be 'fun' to place characters in this situation, what I really mean is this is going to be interesting. To see how there characters grow and develop in the short amount of time I'm giving them.<br />
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To see what answer they come up with.<br />
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Now I'm going to go force my characters to make an impossible decision. Wish me luck.<br />
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<i><b>What's the worst situation you've ever put a character in?</b></i>EpicRobotDannihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00511688103481435908noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2692178938568428049.post-13165867290832566132013-01-16T17:00:00.000-07:002013-01-16T17:00:00.068-07:00Productive DaysThis isn't something I get to talk about very often. In fact, most of the time I'm complaining about how far behind I am in all of my goals. But not today. No, today I get to tell you all about the productive day I had on Sunday.<br />
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It started out fairly well. Without the use of an alarm clock, I was up by ten. (For those of you who know me, you'll know that this really is a feat. I tend to sleep in when there's nothing waking me up). As I thought it was closer to noon or one, I started the day on a happy note.<br />
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I didn't get up right away (because, why would I?) but I also didn't go back to sleep, which I'm pretty proud of.<br />
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By eleven, though, I had already gotten to work. The first order of business was to catch up on the editing that I hadn't managed to get to the two days before. That wasn't difficult, as I'd already gone through the chapters, I just had to put the changes into the computer.<br />
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Then came the blog post, which was actually a lot easier than I thought it would be. See, I had tried to do my epiphany, and got a little stuck, so I wrote a blog post, which helped with my idea for the epiphany.<br />
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By the time I had done all of that, it was about one, and all I had left to do for the day was to do the two chapters of editing that I had scheduled for that day.<br />
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I'll admit, I slacked off a little at this point. I might have gotten distracted by gag reels of comedies. It started with How I Met Your Mother and quickly progressed on to Friends. I had a few good laughs, but eventually I had to get back to work.<br />
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When I had finished my daily editing for the day (and had even managed to polish off the epiphany for Monday and got it all set up to post) I decided that I deserved a treat for sticking to my work all day (I don't really count the slacking off. It was just a break, I swear!)<br />
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Anyway, I decided to watch Pitch Perfect, which I've seen before, but can't seem to get enough of. It was a nice little way to reward myself, and when I was done, I thought, I might as well get a bit more work done.<br />
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So I did my Monday editing, and threw together another blog post (yep, this one right here) just to give myself a kick start for the week.<br />
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Now, if that isn't a productive day, please, tell me what is!<br />
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I'm happy with the progress I made. I'm sticking to my goals for the year, which is surprising me. I'm not usually good about keeping them. Generally I procrastinate so long that it's no longer plausible for me to finish on time, and decide that I might as well just push back that deadline since I'm not going to meet it anyway.<br />
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With the way this year has been going, I'm going to accomplish all of my goals. My first novel of the year is going to be edited to the second draft by the end of the month, and I couldn't be happier!<br />
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Now I'm going to go...I don't know...maybe work on another chapter of editing that doesn't need to be done yet.<br />
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<i><b>How are your goals for the year going? Have you started on any of them yet?</b></i>EpicRobotDannihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00511688103481435908noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2692178938568428049.post-22186737701692826022013-01-13T13:12:00.000-07:002013-01-13T13:12:24.708-07:00Blood, Sweat and EpiphaniesThis year, as I'm sure you all know, I've decided to do all 201 writing exercises in Brian Kiteley's The 3 A.M. Epiphany. (I've been calling them my epiphanies, and you can check them at <a href="http://epicepiphanies.blogspot.ca/">here</a>)<br />
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So far they've been really hard. Some days I stare at the exercise and think 'What? I can't do that! Who can do that?' I've had stories where I could only use <i>I</i> or <i>me</i> twice in the entire thing. I've had to write from the POV of someone who told a story that wasn't true. I've had to write from the perspective an entire family. I'm telling you, it's been really freaking hard.<br />
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Today's assignment is to take an old story that I've written and redo it as a first person perspective. And, while I'm at it, count how many <i>she's</i> I had and cut that in half. It's probably one of the easier assignments I've had so far, and for a second I thought 'Finally! I can get this done in no time!'<br />
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Nope. I'm stuck. What am I stuck on, you ask? Quite simple: I can't decide which story to rewrite.<br />
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I know, it's pathetic. It's not like I have a shortage of stories or novels. They're all sitting there on my hard drive wondering if I'm ever going to dust them off and look at them again. Honestly, I didn't think I would for most of them. Now I have delve down into the depths of the books that needed far too much work to even make them worthy of critique group.<br />
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I have to pick out one of the novels that I didn't want to work with anymore and work on it. I have to face the characters that I've been ignoring for months, or even years. What will I say to them? Will they understand? Will they hate me forever?<br />
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So, rather than facing that decision, I decided to write my blog post super early in the day.<br />
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I'm a coward. I know it, you know it, let's get past it, shall we?<br />
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I know I can't put it off for the entire day. (Okay, that's a lie. I probably could put it off for the entire day. There is a backlog of shows on the PVR I could watch, and if I really wanted to, I could just do a whole bunch of editing and act like that was what I was going to do all along, but I don't want to.) I just need to suck it up and find a story that I want to work on again and hope that my characters are still willing to talk to me.<br />
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Alright, I'm going to go for it. Dangerous Waters it is. I hope that this change will inspire me to get back into that book, because I really did love it. I even have a map of that world, and every time I look at it I feel a little guilty that I shelved it.<br />
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Time to get back to my epiphany. Come on over and see how it turns out? Maybe you'll be inspired to do a couple of epiphanies yourself.EpicRobotDannihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00511688103481435908noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2692178938568428049.post-48908099368250949212013-01-09T20:52:00.000-07:002013-01-09T20:52:10.817-07:00When You Just Can't WriteThere are times in a writers life where writing just becomes impossible to do. I'm not talking about writer's block. For those of you who are wondering, I don't believe in writers block. Of course sometimes we get held back because we really don't know where the story is going, or we just can't figure out what about the plot isn't working, but I don't believe that's a time to throw in the towel and complain to anyone who is willing to listen about how there's no way the writing is ever getting done and damn you, writer's block.<br />
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No, when those uninspiring times hit, in my humble opinion, there's only one thing to do: Write.<br />
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Yep. Do the very thing that you think you can't do. Even if that scene isn't perfect, or the plot isn't going exactly where you want it to, if you just leave it to sit on the screen and be glared at, nothing is going to happen. Keep writing, even if what's being put down is utter crap. You can fix it in editing later, and you'll get past whatever was slowing you down to begin with.<br />
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Anyway, as I was saying, I wasn't talking about writer's block. I'm talking about those days when writing is the last thing you want to do.<br />
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Usually these come about for particular reasons. Like, say, a headache that you just can't shake. Writing with a headache is like poking a bruise over and over and not understanding why it's hurting more and getting bigger.<br />
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When headaches appear, the writing goes away. I've learned from experience that even if I force myself to write through it, what I produce isn't worth the effort. I'm talking about unrelated tangents and stupid decisions. It's just not feasible, at this point, to continue.<br />
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Also up there on the list are bad moods.<br />
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Don't look at me like that, yes I did just say bad moods. Not one of those 'my day wasn't spectacular, and I feel bleh' kind of moods. No, one of those 'Go ahead. Try it. See what happens.' kind of moods.<br />
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Yesterday I wasn't having a good day. Nothing overly bad happened. Well, the car doors were frozen shut, and I did over sleep. Then my sister managed to piss me off. And that was all before I even got to work. Throw in finding out that my books were supposedly delivered last Wednesday (but never arrived) and by the time I opened my computer to begin writing -- or editing, rather -- all I wanted to do was punch someone.<br />
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Since none of my characters were about to be punched, I turned to the critiques I was supposed to do.<br />
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After a few minutes of trying to get through a paragraph, I gave up. The last thing I want is to give someone an unjustly harsh critique. So, rather than being at all productive, I spent the day watching TV shows.<br />
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While I regret that I'm not about four chapters behind on my editing goals, I don't regret not working yesterday. I was in such a foul mood, I didn't talk either on the way to, or on the way home from work. And, if you know me, you know that's serious.<br />
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Today I was hoping to make up for that. But, as this is the first thing I've done today, and it's already so late, I'm guessing that's not going to happen.<br />
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Still, I'm going to do as much as I can tonight, and try to finish the rest tomorrow.<br />
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Sometimes writing is harder than we realize it's going to be. Sometimes we surprise ourselves with how much we can dread the process that we love so much. But the truth is, just like everything in the world, sometimes we do need a break. And the biggest challenge we have is to figure out when those breaks are required.<br />
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<i><b>Have you had a day where you just couldn't write?</b></i>EpicRobotDannihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00511688103481435908noreply@blogger.com0