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Something I forgot to add in the previous post: because of that dream, I’m now trying my best to not let certain areas touch each other. No two books about werewolves (on Earth anyway, Moonlight Reign was the exception) no two books about vampires, no two books about gods. Even, in one instance (and possibly more, knowing me) certain characters will guest star in other series. (In Black and White is a motherload of those kinds of things, and I like to reuse my characters.) I mention this because it’ll come back in a minute.

So anyway, I’m incredibly pensive today, and it’s almost ten in the morning. I was also thinking more about “what-if” senarios, and many more little ideas I’ve had on the side, and wondering which should I resurect and which should I not.

Take Werewolf Games for example. Good plot, good characters. It was written alright, but it needs a facelift. And another thing. Going with the thing I mentioned above, the rule that no two races shall appear in different series, this one blows that idea out of the water. The werewolf and vampire mythology is completely different, too, so much so that I can’t fix it to fit in Nightlife with the rest of my stories. The only way I can really get away with it is if I give the story to one of the Rebellion Writers, and they can do with it what they want. But, again, the stroy itself wouldn’t be written. What happens after her story ends will be written, which kind of defeats the purpose. So, really, The Werewolf Games will never see daylight, dispite it’s awesomeness. Maybe I’ll post it on here, and the few people that gift this blog with an appearance can give me some idea of how to keep it alive. Until, then, I think it should be scraped.

In Black and White is being resurected. It needs major surgeory, though, before it can even stay awake for more than a few minutes. So much so, I’m keeping the characters and changing almost everything else. This one is my attempt at Science Fiction, and with the changes it should be alright.

Um…let’s see here. Corrigan’s Story is on the brink. It breeches into demon territory, and that scares me a bit. It requires a little bit more detication and research then I’m used to. So I don’t know. He’s cool enough where I might.

Then there’s thousands of possible backstories to be worked upon for Divine Wars. So many I know I wouldn’t be able to write them all. I could write about the rise and fall of Arazorn the Dark, I could write about…a certain character’s falling out with his brother…of Magnus’s journey to Comatas and ultimately Earth…the list never ends. So Divine Wars will never die, thankfully, and of that I am greatful. I’m even think about, when the series is done, to take another one of their incarnations and set them off on another adventure.

Then, just looking at the Nightlife vampire family tree I’ve been working on since I first thought up the book, there are hundreds more to go on in that series, and thousands more that could be done that I still need to add. And this is excluding the large amount of werewolves, which could also have a lot of potential.

Speaking of werewolves, I drew an awesome picture last night. It’s of a girl with long white hair, her hands folded as if she’s praying, her back to the viewer. Her black dress is wripped open, with claw marks on her back. She looks fiercely sad, which unfortunatly I couldn’t capture in my version.

 Original vs. Mine

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Thoughts

I was thinking a few minutes ago about my subconscious. But then again, that wasn’t really what I was thinking about. It startedwhen I was reading LJ Smith’s FAQ page on her website, and reading about what she thinks is magic and what an aspiring writer should do, and- more importantly- about which character it was that she liked writing the most. And that got me thinking (which is never a good idea, it never ends once it starts) exactly which characters I liked writing the most (the answer is Arazorn the Dark, by the way, along with Zachariah and Vilaneis), and as I was skimming through, that thought in my head, I wandered into the message “keep a list of story ideas”. So, going through my folders and haphazard organizational system, intending to write down a short blurb about this new idea I’ve been working on, when I realized I had already done it, and put it in its own folder. So, sitting back for a few seconds and looking at the many different ideas under Nightlife (not including the rather large folder titled “Origin and Backstories”), I suddenly remember the dream I had had a very long time ago that I haven’t yet forgotten.

I’ve told Lily about this dream once (twice actually, because she forgot the first time), so she knows what I’m talking about already, but for those who don’t I’ll explain it in short. From what I remember, it took place in a large dark room with cobwebs and spiders- a large bush of thorns in the center. Konnor was there, with Rachel at his arm, surrounded by what I presumed to be a whole bunch of vampires. They certainly had the vibe. It was quiet and dark- underground maybe. The telltale glass windows up above held hundreds more vampires and other damnable creatures watching down on the spectacle. It felt very serious, and very churchlike- as if speaking would be considered sacrilege. I might have been present, but I’m not sure. It kept switching back and forth from third person to first, as my dreams and waking mind often does. Konnor, in all of his arrogant glory, looks to the door and quotes softly to himself. “And he shall be born in the fiery thorns.” He glanced back to the bush before saying briskly. “Where is Xsen?”

Whoa. My mental self recoiled at the very thought. Let me explain, if you don’t understand. My stories partake in completely different worlds, different places and different times. There had been absolutely no connection between the worlds before this dream. Whenever I had ever dreamed of my characters, it had been with characters of the same book. I make sure that they stay separate in my mind. It’s too confusing otherwise. But in this dream, Konnor, Rachel and all of the vampires and werewolves were watching and waiting for something. No, someone. Xsen. From Divine Wars, a completely different idea.

But Konnor knew of him, obviously, and was waiting for him.

Nikolai- or someone, but I felt that it was supposed to be Nikolai- was pulled through the door, struggling against the hold of two large vampires, who, in retrospect, just might be Renatus and Remus. Which makes me quite happy that they took a little stop into my dreams. Yay! Anyway, he was dragged, kicking and struggling, into the thorn bush and pushed into it.

In seconds, his body is covered with the rapidly grown plants, encased. I can see his claustrophobia, and he starts breathing in quick.

Xsen comes in then, in the flourish that is usually known more for Zemnea, (what can I say, I have a think for the theatrics) three people behind him that I assume to be some sort of servants, though why Xsen would want them I wouldn’t guess. This was not my beloved Logan though, with the silvery locks of moonlight and deep pensive green eyes. No, this is Geovanni- deep fire-red hair, tattoos down his neck, red eyes alight with the flame he never bothered to learn to quench. (For those that don’t know, I entertained the thought of Logan dying and having another lifetime over the course of the series- who would be Geovanni. I, personally, loved the idea of Geovanni, because he was the exact opposite of Logan in every way, and thus exactly what I loved about him coming to the surface. The idea crashed and burned for the Divine Wars, but a mythical fourth book is brewing on the edges of my brain, you may yet get to see him) Geovanni turned to face Konnor, looking like his younger brother. He said something along the lines of “I said I would come, didn’t I?” in his contemptuous voice.

Konnor crossed his arms. “You’d better do it now, then.”

And with one glance from Xsen, the entire brush erupts into a column of burn flame which dances in Konnor’s eyes as he watches.

And then I woke up.

It was a pretty awesome dream, all and all. But it made me realize that while my conscious brain tries very hard to keep the ideas separate, my subconscious self doesn’t even bother. In fact, it found a nice was to meld them together. Since then, I’ve had a few more containing characters from different books interacting together. And, I have to say, it has some very interesting relationships. If not for that dream, how could I have known Psychos hated promiscuous women, or that Konnor thought that Xsen was stuck up? How could I have know that Rose and Thunder would have chemistry, or that Jason wouldn’t be able to keep his temper for five minutes in the same room as Arazorn the Dark? Since then, I’ve had them interact in my mind together, and learned some pretty interesting things. Maybe one day, when they invent a machine to put thoughts into pictures like I really want them too. But until then, I guess you’re going to just have to look at it yourself.

EDIT, five hours later: I’ve recently become addicted to music from “the Red Violin”, in order to have something in the background similiar to that of a character in a short story. It’s turning out to be really freaking creepy. Which probably you knew by hearing about the background music, huh? Go look up the premise of that movie if you don’t know. Then tell me I’m not crazy.

Books and iPods

Alrightie. Have you been having a good summer so far? I certainly have. I went to  the Renaissance fair last weekend and got myself one of those big wooden practice swords from the Middle Ages. It’s awesome. Me and my brother have taken to hitting each other with out new weapons out in the backyard (he got a staff for about a fourth of the price of mine that is cheep when we fight). My mom got some awesome jewelry- stuff that you’d find in the Pyramid Collection catalogue. A slave’s bracelet, for one, which just might be my favorite piece of jewelry in existence. We all got henna tattoos, too. Mine is a lotus, on my collarbone, my brother’s is a sea horse  on the back of his wrist (as he so often tells me “Look, I can make it swim!” and wiggles his hand), and my mother’s is two dragons intertwined into a heart, in between her shoulder blades.  His got the darkest, and I’m a little jealous. Mine is fading already…

And today I’ve finally gotten an iPod to replace my broken MP3 player. It’s so pretty, and black, and I can’t wait to to start using it. Update on books: I’m adding the pictures of characters for In Black and White, and the premise of it. Because really, you don’t have any idea what in Black and White is, do you?

When I get around to it I’ll add more music to the music page. Like “Burn it to the Ground” and “The Fire Breathers” and “Kill Me, Heal Me”, etc. I’ve been exploring music a lot lately. I’m really enjoying the new Nickelback CD.

On that note, there’s the book I’m really looking forward to getting and devouring. I’ll tell you the story that I told Lily. I was researching Norse runes on the Internet, trying to figure out what they looked like and meant and how I could configure them. So, naturally, I went on photobucket, like usual, and searched for them. I found one really cool picture of runes and their basic meanings [see bottom of post], and notices that at the top it said “Mortal Instruments”. I was kind of curious, and I noticed that this person had an entire folder called “Mortal Instruments”. I started to look through it, and I realized that it was a series of books which just happened to have City of Bones as it’s first. This was really weird, though, because constantly lily is asking me if I think it’s worth reading. And, me being me, I had decided by the cover art that it probably wasn’t that great. That was before I saw this user’s fangirl collection of icons and pictures of Jace. I don’t know who Jace is, haven’t read jack in the series (alright, that’s a lie, I’ve read the first two chapters while I was admiring it in the store, but that was after the fact), don’t know anything about the series. Yet  just by the icons, I am absolutely in love with the guy. Moreso than Edward, moreso than James, moreso than Delos, moreso than Lestat…AH!!! So now I’m dying to buy the book.

And that is the end of my ranting.

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NaNoWriMo and Cainredeemed

Haven’t been here in a while, too busy with my finals (which I’ll have in about an hour, I’m doing this on the school computer) and last night I was procrastinating majorly to write and to study. I was searching on google things to use for world building, which is not my strongest suit when it comes to writing. I came across this. It looks extremely helpful for some of my High Fantasy works. So I was going through it, and over and over I came across something called NaNoWriMo (try saying that a couple of times really really fast).

So it started to bug me. What the hell was NaNoWriMo? So I googled it, (gotta love google)  and I came across this. So I started to surf the place, trying to figure out what exactly it was and what would happen if I did decide to join it.

It turns out that NaNoWriMo is a kind of game you play with yourself, where you ty to write 50,000 words from November 1st to November 30th. I was kind of shocked. Who in there right mind could write that much in a month? And then I went under the winners. There are 725 pages worth of them. 725 pages worth of people who wrote over 50,000 words. That’s 1,643,343,993 words last year alone. What the hell…? So I reluctantly signed up. So don’t bug me in November this year. I haven’t exactly decided what I’ll actually be writing, though, and I’m considering rewriting In Black and White from scratch. I had been planning to give it major reconstructive surgery anyway, so why not try it this time?

And the second part of the title! Cainredeemed is the username of one of my best friends on here. He’s writing something too. Go check it out! Please! He’s awesome!

Sick and Bored

I’m sick again. And bored. (Hense the title, right?) Of course, a cold isn’t exactly the bubonic plague, so I wouldn’t put me under quarentine. Two things in perticular that bring me back here: the new short story I’ve posted, with an explaination of how it came about at the begining.

The second being the new song I’ve fallen in love with: “The Clincher” by Chevelle. It works with apsolutely none of my characters (except maybe Rose if you want to stretch things) which is nice because that doesn’t happen very often. So I’m probably end up playing it to death, along with “Perfect Enemy” by T.a.T.u, another one that fits into none of my books. However, “Perfect Enemy” I heard in a cool Kingdom Hearts CoM video on youtube. I don’t remember what it was called, except that it involved Namine falling for Marluxia. Which is weird, in a way…

Chevelle is turning out to be my new favorite band as of late. “The Red” is insanely cool, because it’s so thouroughly Draven, from one of my Nightlife stories. I like that one, and I’m slowly waning through the rest to see which ones I like best.

Another song to character update: “Heir of a Dying Day” by Lacuna Coil is going to be added to the music list, as is “The Red” and “Dead Memories” by Slipknot, who I don’t usually listen to.

Quick thing to add before I say farewell, I’ve change the title from Dancing Shadows (again, yes I realize) to Black Flame, which fits better than any of the others have before. So I’m hoping this one will day the same for at least a little longer. Fire Eyes in the Dark is going back to Moonlight Reign. (dispite my previous post, I know).

One last thing, I promise: Beth Fantaskey’s Jessica’s Guide to Dating on the Dark Side, Allison van Diepen’s Raven and, at my mother’s sugestion, Dean Koontz’s Odd Thomas were great books, not exactly my favorite, because I usually don’t read about Dragomir princesses, break-dancing immortals, and short order cooks that can see ghosts  (or do I now that I think about it?), but good books nonetheless. Go check them out!

I get it now…

I got it!

I was reading through this page, bored and without news to post, and looked at the one regarding the title of this blog. By god I’ve got it. I get what my brain was trying to tell me when I came up with it. That’s what the title should be for Moonlight Reign. “Moonlight Reign” itself is entirely irrelevant, and it was the best I could come up with at the time. It was never meant to be permanent. I get that now, due to the reference, I’m renaming it Fire-Eyes In the Dark. The sequel of Stripped of Darkness also has a new working title (until I come up with something better) and that would be Dance of Shadows.

In other news, my new series idea is now up here, the quick summaries of each of the seven. I recently have had to add Mackenzie to that list, so, obviously, it’s prone to change. Other than that, after this I’m updating my music page, then will find myself bored again.

That’s what I get for wishing for a week without school…

The Meaning of “Fire Eyes in the Dark”

I’ve been considering exactly what possessed me to start up a blog. I never pay attention to them, and they always end up dying out. People never read them, and I have nothing to say. Yet here I am, writing about how I have nothing to say on a blog that I have no idea why I started it.

And then comes the curious title. I’ve recently been wondering about that as well. I only have a vague impression of where “Fire Eyes in the Dark “came from, and why I chose it as a title for this. I believe it was during my Moonlight Reign phase, when I was completely enthralled by Rose and Kar’s relationship. He says to her:

“Your eyes…I’ve never noticed them before.” he whispered in her ear, his voice soft, yet thick with his pain. “My fire-eyes…so beautiful. Don’t let the shadows of this day stifle that brilliance, Rose. Keep your light burning bright.”

And that’s not the only reason. Green eyes are a theme for him in that book. You don’t know who he’s supposed to end up with because of them. Right now, I don’t perticularly know what woman he’s supposed to be with.

Right now, there’s not much going on. I’m procrastinating (again) and thinking about going to work on Logan and Dianna’s backstory, while watch the Fallen for the fifteenth time today. Then I should probably get my homework done…

Ugh. Moving on. I should probably get to work. Just checking in, and musing to myself.

Vampires, Divine Cars and Short Stories

Hello, Maureen here. It’s currently a whopping 12 degrees with a -2 degree windshield. To put it in stupid terms: it’s pretty damn cold here. Even the house, heated though it may be, is freezing. I’m sitting here at the dining room table, typing away, shivering and watching “Interview with the Vampire” and “Queen of the Damned” as I write pieces of Nightlife.

Currently it’s in the middle of “Interview with the Vampire” and I’m suddenly quite enthralled by it. I’ve forgotten just how besotted I am with these movies. Kristen Dunst is amazing in that movie. Besides watching the story of “the saddest vampire you will ever see”, I am trying with difficulty to think of something new to say in my very boring life.

Ah! Lily-wa will appreciate this one. I’ve recently been trying to figure out what cars each of my characters have, if any. Most everyone I know who is at least seventeen knows how to drive, and seeing that they are gods, my characters should have cars. Like Logan, my favorite. Recently, in writing the beginning of the second Divine Wars, I’ve made it so that he’s got a Maserati.

Yep. A Maserati. Very creative of me, no?

I thought not. But I thought I should establish that he has an awesome car. Mat, I think, should have a alright car. Sara will not, her parents are too protective, and Silas will have a secondhand car. Of course, Silas won’t be able to use said car in the series, so it kind of defeats the purpose. Selene does not need a car, and Dianna does not either, though she probably could have one if she wants, but she doesn’t really want it, she fends for herself well enough. The guys in my story, I feel, need material things. Of course, Logan does not exactly want to except his grandfather’s gift of an Italian sports car, but he agrees reluctantly enough. And in being a practical man, he knows that to have it sit in his sister’s driveway would be a waste, so he uses it. Not often, but enough. After the first book he uses it a lot more.

Anyway, enough about cars and on to my most recent thing I’ve been doing. I’ve actually been considering putting up some of my short stories for people to read. I know that in boredom I like to surf this website for people’s writing and look for tips on how to write my own, and little details that I can use in mine. Hopefully, people care enough to come on here and read them.

Yet, alas, who am I to know if I write well? I’m constantly assured that I’m great and that I shouldn’t worry if people like it or not. Teachers compliment me occasionally, and when students read my excerpts they tell me that it’s really good. Yet, again, how should I know? I still have my doubt as to how well I’m writing. Maybe somebody on here, someone who does not know me and doesn’t care nearly as much about hurting my feelings. I’d be really happy if someone could please critique my writing. It’s appreciated. Thanks for listen to my rant. It’s over now.

Characterization

Midterms are over- and aren’t at the same time, I had a snow day today even though I was only going to do my Science Midterm and then go home- and tomorrow I have no school. So here I am, exhausted, and writing on here yet again, and doubting, yet again, whether or not it should be left up here. Then again, I’m forced to admit that it’s a nice way to keep everything organized not to mention that it’s a nice way to procrastinate. But before I came on here, I was reading.

Oh. My. God. Sometimes reading makes me feel so inferior to these amazing books I read. Robert Jordan, Terry Goodkind, David Eddings & Leigh Eddings [The Redemption of Althalus]… They’re all spectacularly above me. They’re the kind of people I only get the privilege of seeing their shoes, and maybe their coat tail. I cannot imagine anyone being moved by my writing in the way that I’m moved by them. It sometimes depresses me. Anyway, that’s not what I was getting at. These books are absolutely spectacular. The Redemption of Althalus and the Sword of Truth Series are both on my top five, and Robert Jordan’s Wheel of Time is probably on my top twenty. I’d definitely recommend them.

Once again, I’m getting off track. Books like these get me thinking. Like, for instance, the Sword of Truth Series gets me thinking about human nature and the rules of it. For those that don’t know them, those rules are here. I empathize with the characters more so than I so with my own (and that’s pretty sad, when you think about it). They become real people to me. I hate them and I love them, I wince when they do something stupid and I cheer them on when they’re going in the right direction. It’s a sad world indeed when I’m not really getting my character’s to be as real to me as the characters of other writers.

Let me attempt to explain something here. I search through the websites of some of my favorite authors looking for the faintest hint of a tip for my own way of writing, I’ll take advice where I can get it (everyone is way to nice to me- I never get the criticism that I know that my writing needs). On Stephanie Meyer’s website, she frequently mentions that the character’s she’s created talk to her in her head as she writes and almost dictate the story to her. I’m a bit of a control freak, so I can’t give over that kind of control, but it only makes sense that the personalities that you create should be nearly as real as you are. So, whenever I get the opportunity- like in the nice quite time that after my midterms where I only have myself for company- I hold long conversations with the people I’ve created. Of course, some of them I’m kind of afraid to talk to right now, they don’t come into the plot until later and they freak out everyone else in the story, but the main characters I talk to all the time. Sadly enough, though, the ending is not exactly finished, and the parts that I have finished aren’t exactly closed off: I left a big enough opening so that when I’m done I can continue it on if I can’t let go of them. The characters- now that they’re slowly coming into being for me- resent some of the endings I’ve come up with for them. I challenge all of the relationships, create new ones and mess with people’s heads (especially in the third book, everything goes to hell in that one). Mat, Dianna, and Logan are the ones I’m fleshing out right now, and talking with the most. Sara I’m warily thinking about talking to, along with Selene. Silas I have pretty much down already, so I’m not going to do that to him (I screw with his life a lot more than the rest, and I don’t think that he’d like to answer my questions anyway). Logan is trying to get on my good side right now, because he really really doesn’t want me to write the mythical fourth book. I screw him over more than probably anyone can get screwed over in that one. He dislikes me for that.

In any case, the previous paragraph is an explanation if I mention “Logan says” or “Dianna says” or “Selene is mad at me”, enough so that you won’t be confused by it.

Hello Again

Hello, again. I’m back from devotedly re-writing From the Dark and frameworking the second book. And in the process of doing so I started to reconsider their names again. I, as a reader, like the covers and titles of books to draw me in and get me interested, and am quite reluctant to chose something with either a stupid title or cover (“Thirsty”  being a good example of both, for instance, but I haven’t read it so I wouldn’t know if the process is working or not). So I’m fiddling with the title almost as much as the actual guts of the project. Speaking of said guts, I’ve been procrastinating the actually re-writing as much as I can. I’ve been busying myself by doing other things, like downloading a good copy of Queen of the Damned, sorting icons, making a new cover, organizing my character bios, finding quotes for each, etc. I even sorting my music into different playlists based on mood. All of my music. So, basically doing nothing that really needs to be done.

My mom would certainly be mad at me for knowing exactly how little work I’m doing.

I’ve been really trying though, and that’s something. I have random spurts of inspiration where I go and write as much as I can as quickly as I can get it down (and usually it’s pretty good stuff, too). Then, when I have no more willpower to do that, I usually go and try to get the setting as detailed as I can manage. Thank god for FARP, or else I’d be totally screwed. Then, if I really want to force inspiration out of myself, I listen to my nice new “Videos” playlist, which has all of the songs I’ve mentally made into music videos since I’ve started writing. That’s been helping a little bit.

We had a snowday today, thank god, so now I can get to writing. Why am I on here, you ask? Probably because I’m subconsciously procrastinating. And I’ve got to do the homework I didn’t do yesterday… At this rate, everyone will be lucky to see my book this year.