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WIP List 13/3/17
Updated WIP List
The Rose of Eralit - Romance/Fantasy
The Sickness - Fantasy/Romance
A Brothers War - Fantasy/Romance
Thorncrest Cafe - Horror
Grandma - Women’s Lit
The family on the Landing - Paranormal
My Wife the Wanted Criminal - Romance
Déjà Vu - Romance/Sci-Fi
Twins - Romance
Safety of Darkness - Romance/Fantasy
Captain Wallington - Children’s
Something in this House - Romance/Paranormal
SS- Please Sleep - Paranormal
Lost in the Badlands - Fantasy
The compound - fantasy
Left Behind - Romance
FanFiction Adaption - Romance
Charlie Murdoch
Oh how I hate Charlie Murdoch. Charlie was a nobody, just a character who appeared for a maximum of fours scenes. He didn't even have a surname. That's how much of a nobody he is. That wasn't good enough for Charlie. Charlie wanted a last name. So I gave him Murdoch. Then he wanted more scenes. So I thought, yeah it'll show people what everyday life in Eralit is like. Then he announces he wants a live interest and together their relationship will be a secondary story. Really? Really Charlie? So I have a complete first draft which I am editing and you come along with you unfortunate looks and demand an entire storyline? Bog off. Alas while I slept he sneaked into my "planning department" and has managed to insert himself into the story. I'm watching you Murdoch. I'm watching you.
Editing
I have had a “completed” first draft for two weeks now. It has been slow going, mainly because when editing you think of a thousand and one things that you have left out. Today I finally reached page 14/120 only to discover that it is the first major scene of my story. The one that sets everything into motion. This is going to be a long process.
Happy Valentines Day to you all. I thought I'd mention the immortal love story of one of the greatest writers in history: JRR Tolkien. Forbidden at first to be with his sweetheart Edith due to religious differences, and torn apart by the First World War, they would eventually be married for 55 years. When she died, Tolkien, this grand, imposing man who could send a classroom into silence with a bellowing of Beowulf, would confess to his grandson just how much he missed his Edith. Tolkien's love for his wife was so strong, that it inspired two of his most important characters: Beren from the race of men, and Luthien, the elf who would sacrifice her immortality to be with him. They appeared in The Silmarillion, and would go on to inspire Aragorn and Arwen. Tolkien and his wife were buried together, and the names of Beren and Luthien are inscribed there to this day. Love inspires life, and life inspires writing. ~Alex Marshall (via Facebook)
I can't believe that after creating my Author Twitter account over the weekend I have reached 200 followers. It's nothing to most people but consider I only have two followers on Tumblr and 61 on Facebook, it feels pretty amazing to me!
Me when I see a New Character approaching when I’m working on a WIP
What it looks like when New Character barges into the page
What the entrance actually looks like
Me @ first
Me five minutes later
Me when more New Character(s) comes in
(Tbh still not sure if I’m Bilbo or the Dwarves)
Me as the whole WIP starts turning into the Original Story + the Prequel + the Sequel because of these New Character(s)
This is me but the characters that turn up are not always for the WIP that I'm on. In fact rarely.
Chucking the last of the soil onto the black plastic I heaved a sigh as I struck the shovel into the ground where it stayed. I ran the back of my sleeve across my forehead and that’s when I saw the fox.
I have always liked reading but it was the Goosebumps series that got me into writing. I used to sit at our dining room table for hours typing away on my mums old electric typewriter. Afterwards I would make my poor nan read them. Considering I was 9 I am impressed at her ability to pretend they were good.
Deja Vu
So this idea came to me last night, so I had to get the first scene down or it would be lost forever.
If anyone had told me how extraordinary my life would turn out, I would never have believed them. If anyone had tried to tell me how much of an impact Isaac would have on my life I would never have believed that either. I was twenty-five when my life changed forever and I was not even aware that it had happened. In fact it started even before then when I think about it. Let us say when I was twenty-three, after all that is when I met Maggie Lucas. She was already working at Denims when I started, it was only meant to be until something better came along but I was having too much fun so stayed. Much to my parents despair. Mags and I became inseparable and would often spend our Friday nights at the local pub talking about all the amazing things we were going to do together. It was on one of these Friday nights, when I was twenty-five, that changed my life forever, and I am assuming Mags life too.
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We were in the Queens Head pouring over a booklet called Peru Adventures, it was from an information pack that contained everything we needed to know about the once in a life time adventure that was being offered. We were both excited and most importantly; we had found something we were actually going to do. When we were interrupted by a commotion at the bar.
“Bloody hell! You’re limper than a Monks dick!” Yes I know vulgar, but for some unknown reason Mags seemed to attract that sort of bloke. I prefer the classier type myself. Anyway. She looked at me, that look that I knew meant she had homed in on her next victim. Rolling my eyes I watched as she slowly got up, adjusted herself before strutting towards the bar with a deliberate swing to her hips. You know the kind, the one when a woman wants guys to look at her backside. She threw a glance over her shoulder at me, long enough for me to mouth that she looked like a tart. Of course she did not. She never did, as always she was flawless with her pale skin and raven black hair. I openly hated her some days, no effort and she was always stunning. She smiled at me, shrugged and then proceeded to bump into Mr Vulgar.
The pair had been arm wrestling, yes original I know, but stopped once they were aware of Mags. Mr Vulgar was instantly drawn to her and I knew this was going to end badly. It always did with Mags. He was exactly her type. His clothes were scruffy, his hair was in need of a trim and from the angel I was sitting at he could of done with a shave as well. His companion looked over his shoulder at me so I busied myself with the booklet, then regretted it seeing as I did not know what he looked like. For the next few minutes I kept looking over at the three of them and I will not lie; I was starting to get hacked off. There was me sitting on my own while the three of them had a grand old evening. I was just considering leaving my whore bag friend when she reappeared, smacking me on the shoulder.
“Diane! What’s wrong with you? Isaac hasn’t been able to take his eyes off of you and there you are ignoring him.”
“Isaac?”
“Your one of course. Come on, come say hello.” I risked a look in his direction, he had one of those faces that seemed too pretty to be a man’s, but also perfect at the same time. You know the typical pretty boy look. His hair was longer than Mr Vulgar’s but seemed better kept. He grinned at me and before I knew it I was letting Mags guide me towards the bar and into the seat beside him.
“Hi.” His voice vaguely registered as soft in the back of my mind but I was to busy gazing at his eyes. They were sapphire blue, or was it more ocean blue? No matter, they were blue, just the right kind that I would get lost in. “I’m Isaac.”
Even then as I replied with some strange noise that I never worked out the English for I had no idea that my life had just changed.
WIP List - 8/2/17
My Work In Progress list of all the stories I have thought of (barring Captain Wallington who is my fathers creation) and need to write. All, other than Déjà Vu, have at some point been started. I am hoping the list does not grow to much before I have a chance to catch up. If there is such a thing for a writer.
The Rose of Eralit - Romance/Fantasy The Sickness - Fantasy/Romance A Brothers War - Fantasy/Romance Thorncrest Cafe - Horror Grandma - Women’s Lit The family on the Landing - Paranormal My Wife the Wanted Criminal - Romance Déjà Vu - Romance/Sci-Fi Twins - Romance Safety of Darkness - Romance/Fantasy Captain Wallington - Children’s Something in this House - Romance/Paranormal SS- Please Sleep - Paranormal Lost in the Badlands - Fantasy The Compound - Fantasy/AU
A novel rough draft is like bread dough; you need to beat the crap out of it for it to rise.
Chris Baty (via writingquotes)
Sometimes They Surprise You
As someone who has always had a vivid imagination, it is always hard to explain the writing process to others. I was having a conversation with someone today (Hello Julie!) who commented that I talk about my characters as if they are from a movie I have watched. This is in fact the closest way for me to describe what is going on inside my head. If I am silent, which does not happen that often, I am most likely ‘watching’ and listening to my characters play out scenes in my head.
Once a character is created, they take on their own personality, no matter how much you can plan and decide for them, they most often than not make decisions for themselves. For example, the queen from my story is not set in stone. When I sat down to write The Rose of Eralit she was originally of a pleasant nature who would welcome Arabella into the family. As I began to write it was very clear that was never going to happen. While she has always made her feelings for Arabella clear to me how she treats Basilieos changes regularly and we are currently having it out, until one of us wins.
There is one character that completely threw me a curve ball and in doing so has become a firm favourite of mine. Sabastian (Bash) Whittle is the Royal Advisor and takes his role very seriously, he is mid-to-late fifties and has the appearance and mannerisms of a well to do gentleman. He was a secondary character and while he still is, he has grown in my affections and is slowly working his way up the character ranking. Until I sat down and began writing the following I believed Bash was so devoted to his work that he was a single man, he had other ideas and made sure he put me straight. It also appears that all the other characters in the story were aware of this. Talk about leave me in the dark!
“Hmm, I am sure she was very grateful Sir.”
“I am not going to be able to sleep for a week.”
“Then may I suggest you go and visit the Queen, who knows maybe an heir will come of it.” Sabastian began sorting through the papers he had brought the King. “Now if you could just-”
"How about you see to the Queen tonight and I turn a blind eye?"
"While I appreciate the Queen is extremely beautiful, she is alas a female Sir."
"Yes, that does pose quite a problem. I guess it would not go down well with your husband either."
"Certainly not, he is quite clear on those kinds of matters Sir."
First draft is printed off and I am slowly going through with a red pen, changing things. I would love to have this done in three drafts.
Two years and one month later I finally have my completed first draft. Two NaNoWriMos, 80,000 words, one novel, a series of five, one novel and back to a series of three books, now begins the mammoth task of editing it line by line, changing scenes, cutting scenes and adding missing information. The main thing is I have the skeleton of my first book; the beginning, middle and end.