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Okay. Why not all three?Â
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I’m stuck between three characters of who I want to tell the story from. I have outlines for all three different major plots for them. I just can’t chose which one to tell the story from.
Okay. Why not all three?Â
Nostalgia is seductive but never be so tempted by it that you forget to let go and move onÂ
This is a trifle I made from chewy chocolate fudge brownies, cheesecake, and whipped cream with either cherry cheesecake filling or fruit with chocolate shavings. I adapted this to a muffin form with chocolate chip muffins with my delicious homemade cheesecake and whipped cream with a strawberry on it.
Hey, Jenna! What's your favorite ice cream? Do you prefer cake or pie? If you could have any desert right now, what would you have? Cookies or brownies? I hope you don't "desert" me after all the questions, but you're so "sweet" I couldn't help myself. (I'm so sorry for the puns. But not really.)
1) Chocolate, and chocolate chip cookie dough
2) Cake
3) Right now? Hm… how about chocolate fudge ice cream with marshmallow sauce! That sounds goooooood.
4) Cookies
Puns on point ;)Â
1) Chocolate chip cookie dough
2) Cake
3) My delicious muffins I made
4) Chewy fudge brownies, otherwise cookies.
URealms Live Reimagining
Here is a re-imagining of a scene from URealms, I wrote it so I might as well post it with my other stuff during the intermission.
Bopen’s Gift
Bopen’s cabin door creaks open, and the air gets instantly heavier. Bopen’s bones creak and his crown jangles on his skull as he creeps towards Are’Ani. His jaws scrape open, “Are’Ani, would you join me in my cabin … alone” the boys fall silent as she reluctantly follows him back through his door. She leaves the door open by a tiny crack, and Bopen turns around and slams the remaining centimeter closed. “Have a seat, won’t you, Are’Ani,” he pats the corner of the bed. She silently steps to the corner of the well-worn bed, extremely careful to sit in the exact spot he patted. “You are a, what do they say … gnome, yes?”
She considers her response before mustering a squeaky “yes … sir, yes my captain.”
“It matters not, you are special, beyond a mere race. You are … unique” she holds her breath, and then a loud gulp breaks the silence, but the tension stays, “you remind me of … myself.”
“Is that … uh … that so?” she forces out of herself as she gathers her spilled words off the floor.
“Yes, I know of your great power, your ability to … control people. Your power to hold their fate in the palm of your hand with a death grip on their free will,” he says menacingly, cracking a mischievous smile, “you do possess this skill, don’t you?”
She is found out, exposed to the Skeleton King, “yes, you are rather scary, there would be little gain in lying to you, my captain.”
“Yes, that I also know. I have a proposition for you.”
”A proposition, sir?”
“Yes,” he scoots back on the bed and rests his back on the backboard, “mind control me.”
“You want me to mind control you?”
“At least give it an attempt, yes.”
She picks up on his arrogance, the subtle challenge, she knows that she must turn up the charm, “Yes, Bopen I will … see what I can do,” she says seductively lightly pushing his rib cage back onto the backboard. His smoky purple aura poofs around at the slightest touch. She is a little short, so she spreads her legs and walks on her knees up his legs. She caresses his head with both hands, stares into his eyes, and meditates into his mind and soul. Nothing. She is alone, standing in the black with the smoky aura swirling around her, then she is engulfed and it seeps into her veins. She feels momentarily empty herself. When she finds her senses, she looks at Bopen, to reassure herself that he does exist.
He starts to show what he knows, “tell me about your visions,” Are’Ani pauses, “we have a connection, and I’m your captain now. Tell me.”
“I’ve had … dreams, vivid dreams, but dreams nonetheless.”
“You see more than the now, you see things that have passed … and the world ahead. These are not dreams.”
“Perhaps, but perhaps not.”
“You will remain loyal to me, for this I give thanks … and a gift,” Bopen hands Are’Ani an antique box, long and thin. Are’Ani opens her mouth to speak, puzzled, but Bopen puts his hand up and explains, “this is the cane of one of the most powerful dreamweavers ever to grace the realm, it will amplify your abilities to see … beyond,” She senses that there is a catch, “all I ask, is that anything you see involving me, or my crew, you pass the message on promptly.”
Shakily, she grabs the cane, and as her fingers brush the cane, she feels it’s power fill her. She grasps it firmly, confidently, “yes, Bopen, it will be done,” he gestures her to the door, so she leaves. As she closes the door she hears a terrifying, low rumble … the ancient ageless’ cackle. She closes the door questioning her judgement, and pushes herself as far away from the door as she can.
An age gap of 13 and 18 is huge, but people should have the right to write about what they want. It's their book after all. If we don't like what someone has written, we should simply not read their book. Live and let live, peace, etc.
I’m sorry, who is locking writers up and cutting off their hands, preventing them from writing what they want to write about? Last time I checked, that’s not happening. Freedom of speech is still alive and well - but freedom of speech is not freedom from criticism. Just as writers are allowed to write whatever the hell they want to write about, readers are allowed to voice opinions, positive or critical, of their work.
In other words, no one is stopping that author from writing their “romance” - the book is published and available, after all. But the rest of us are allowed to think the concept is gross. “Live and let live” is not synonymous with “keep your head down and your mouth shut.”
Preach! Putting yourself out there is scary, but open criticism is a fact of life.
The Tales of Yirma: The Heroes of Immonheim Promo
Yirma is busy, bustling with trade and the politics of the realm. In the cold and desolate northern Kingdom of Ostenheim, lies the small village of Immonheim. The morning fog rolls off the North Sea. The people of Immonheim would normally be scrounging for money, but a recent whale catch has filled the town’s coffers nicely. Unfortunately, the catch has attracted more than just trade to Immonheim. A ship appears out of the mist and makes land fall.
The ship’s banners are black with a cool gray cutlass. The ship’s ramp is lowered and the captain saunters off the ship. She has dark brown hair, a steel cutlass, a red cape, and blue eyes hidden behind her tricorne hat. To her left is her first mate, a fat gnome with a green cloak. To her right is a gargantuan blue orc with black eyes, fur armor, and a large axe. The other pirates remain on the ship, looking over the rails at the villagers gathered below. It is a small crowd of only a few unarmed people from the hamlet. A gray haired man in red robes, the village magistrate, steps towards the captain, carrying a small lockbox with a key around his wrist. He approaches the captain without uttering a word and bows to her. She stared at him for a while, and then bows back. They both stand back up and the man hands her the lockbox and key. She jiggles the key around in the lock, until it opens. It has 100 gold in it. The captain turns and hands the iron box to her first mate and motions him up the ramp.
“Will that suffice Captain...” the magistrate asks.
“Montez, Captain of the Frost Plague,” she answers, “and I must say, it is impressive when I don’t even have to call my raiders off the ship to get my bounty. However, that cannot be a coin over 100 gold, and I need more than 100 gold.”
“How much would be sufficient?”
“All of it,” she motions to her crew and they flood off the ship. They break down doors, raid any storage vessels, and tear the entire village apart scraping up every last copper in the village. They take any valuables they can find, from plates and goblets to heirlooms and jewelry. The wave sweeps over the village and they save the great hall for last. The beastly orc carries a chest with the last of the treasury’s gold out of the great hall and onto the ship. When the pirates lust for gold is finally satiated, they flock back to the ship, raise the ramp, and wave farewell. The small village that was on the rise, is now a desolate ghost town.
The simple villagers of Immonheim gather in the great hall. They want more than the return of their valuables, savings, and heirlooms. They seek swift and harsh vengeance. They have seen the ineffectiveness of the great lords of Ostenheim, they do not expect to find justice from them. The lords in their great halls and the King in his soft palace in Solenheim would not give them their lives back. They would need to find another way to find compensation, but all of their courage was taken from them. Little did the villagers of Immonheim know that fate was on their side that day, or that their saviors would be passing through the village the very next day. It was the beginning for the Heroes of Immonheim.
I tried to respond to an ask in my inbox but accidentally deleted it. To the 16 year old girl who is online “friends” with a 25 year old man - he is a predator. BLOCK HIM. THAT IS NOT NORMAL. I repeat, HE IS A PREDATOR.Â
Welcome
Hello, I just wanted to say hi to anyone who’s taking some time to take a look at my blog, and to say thank you. I am going to start releasing a series of small stories, that are parts of a greater story, when I can manage between work, class, and my novel. Right now I’m still developing the world, because the series has explored a lot of it, but I’m noticing flaws from lack of world building.
friend: How's the writing going?
me: It's going great!
narrator: It was, in fact, not going great.
I haven’t posted in a while, and I'm not really sure a direction to take the blog in, but here’s some food I made.
What An Idiot
(This is a satirical piece about people’s ignorance)
This idiot Chinese girl From that city Soul, Or was it Key-O-Toe, One of those Chinese cities, With her friends And family Just a bunch of Or-E-N-Ls, Idiot Chinese Girl.
Must hate this place, Commin’ heah without money, Stealing our jobs, Idiot Chinese girl.
She’s poor like always In those comie cun-trees, Suspicious for sure With those squinty eyes, She’s un-cul-chered, Doesn’t know a lick-a English or Ingrish As I’m sure she says, And when she does speak it, She doesn’t speak Ingrish good Like I does Idiot Chinese girl.
Tell me idiot Chinese girl, In proper Ingrish, Wide you come here?
What an Idiot!
The Tales of URealms Live: Yumi’s Band of Thieves: The Job
Four rogue’s sit at their camp site, they’re all short fellows, except the excited outcast in the corner. He is a dwarf, Dwarf Number Three, one of the gnomes would barely reach his shoulders and the other two are tiny keens. The fire is barely lit from the night before. The forest surrounds them with only a few paths before them, worn by the travelers of adventures past. Out of the shadows appears another keen. The air feels almost electric as he steps closer to the thieves. It is Nisovin, the great wizard, he has a task for them. One of the keens steps forward, the clear leader, “What has come to pass that summons me here, wizard?” Yumi asks.
“Aw yes, always a pleasure associating with you, my dear,” Nisovin retorts sarcastically. “Now if we could please cut the pleasantries, I do have other places to be.”
“And I’m the coarse one, it must be so taxing to be the all great and powerful Nisovin that hasn’t lifted a finger in years.”
“That was a nasty business indeed, would you lift a finger again if even your pinky was more powerful that the greatest wizard you know?”
Yumi rolls her eyes, “Alright, let’s get down to business; I’d like to finish talking to you as soon as possible. What great artifact must I fetch this time?”
“Yes, so I need a key …”
“Well I have a few here, but I’d like to get paid first.”
“Ah, funny, but it’s a very special key. It’ll be orange as the sun with an emblem of a sun on it.”
“Easy job is it?”
“Always is isn’t it, that’s why you keep me around, because I give the easy jobs, not that I pay you well?”
“Where would this key be, dare I ask?”
“Well, there’s a town in a clearing around this forest, it’ll be somewhere in the town, possibly around a guard’s neck, in a pocket, et cetera. It’s the usual with small objects.”
“There’s never anything usual about your requests Niso, you’re not fooling anyone.”
“Don’t … don’t call me that, no one call me that, ever.”
“Fine Niso. Now this forest it’s rather, how would I say it, it’s rather porcy. How can I reach this town?”
“There is a path to the east there, it could work, but it’s not recommended. I would advise you to use the northern path, it’ll go through the forest for a bit, there’ll be a cave and … some other stuff. Nothing to worry about though. If you just keep to the path it’ll be just fine.”
“Which northern path, there’s two? You’re always horrendously vague.”
“They should both lead to the same place, settle down. They almost definitely go to the same place, probably, maybe … anyway, everything should be fine as long as you don’t do anything stupid.”
“Yes, that should be nearly impossible with this merry crew of dimwits.” The other keen comes over, “What uh, what’re you talking about over here boss?”
“Please, Squinks, this isn’t the time to —” Yumi attempts to say. The taller gnome approaches and blurts out “Yeah pal, what’s happening over here?”
“Who is watching Dwarf Number Three!” Yumi demands.
“He’ll be fine,” Squinks insists.
“I’ll go ahead and leave you to it, Yumi,” Nisovin says as he starts to retreat back to the trees.
Yumi fills the crew in on the mission, but an almost meaningless decision stands before them. “So which way do we go, boss?” Squinks asks.
“Well, yes that’s the question, isn’t it?” Yumi responds, full of monotone.
“What … uh … did that Nisovin character say anything?” Gracias asks.
“I think he said to go east,” Yumi answers.
“So we should go east then,” Gracias says.
“No! Boss, we need to go north, that shifty wizard was trying to trick us into missing this northern cave, I bet it has nice things in it,” Squinks insists.
“You know, I think he did say something about treasure,” Yumi agrees.
“I think he actually said to head north, not east,” Dwarf Number Three interrupts, timidly.
“Shut up, you stupid dwarf!” The other three say in tandem. “So yeah, we’ll go north,” Yumi assures.
“Which way should we go?” Gracias asks.
“Let’s just go to the left, I’m done talking,” Yumi says, exasperated. After a heated debate, they decide to follow the northern trail. The band of thieves sets out for their latest adventure. Yumi is ready to get this job over with. Squinks has always been Yumi’s second in command and is more than happy to do whatever he needs to do, to protect himself, it’s exactly the kind of attitude needed to survive long enough to lead a band of thieves. Dwarf Number Three, is excited to prove himself to the others on his first mission as the “first” dwarf in the gnome’s band of thieves. Most importantly though, Gracias is just sort of there.
Probably my best work as far as shading goes, not amazing, but I went for a brass look with graphite. I’m satisfied with it.
URealms Live
URealms Live is a great show on twitch put on by a group of YouTubers I watch. It’s like a Dungeons and Dragon type tabletop RPG. It is focused on entertainment, but still maintains the nerdy feel. I’ll occasionally post something based on it. I even write some scenes from the show, but put it in a more dramatic fashion. You can find this content at https://www.twitch.tv/urealms and https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCGVMTa6NZ4iiC6LpSU9kPUQ it’s in between season’s right now, but it has days and days straight of content already.
A Quick About Me
Right now, as I write this, I’m talking to a brick wall. I promise I’m not crazy, I just want to share a bit of myself. I have wanted to write for a long time, now I’m taking it seriously. I rarely manage to get past the outline process without falling out of love with the book, but I do have a couple novels brewing along with some short stories. The true inspiration for me, that got me to take this all seriously, is Jenna Moreci over at Count Blogula. She is amazing and her tips are T1. @jennamoreci I would highly recommend for anyone expecting pro-tips about writing, and often about life.
A picture of the Chicago city skyline and a sunset on the ocean, AKA my background and profile pic!