…or Halloween, if you don’t know what Samhain is. Go look it up. My mother corrected my pronunciation yesterday, I had thought that it was pronounced how it was spelled (Sam-hay/n), but really it’s supposed to sound like (Sow-an) because the original spelling looked like “Sauin”. I love the ancient Celts, as you can obviously tell. And, if it’s less obvious, I’m going a little crazy lately. It might just be that Samhain was yesterday, and I’m all jittery from the candy and the fact that I’ve written close to twenty pages this weekend, which tops all the writing I’ve done this year. (Unfortunately not for NaNoReMo, which I had forgotten all about until just this second, and I don’t know what I could possibly write for it. At this rate I’m not going to do it after all.) It’s not just the quantity of my writing that surprises me, but what the writing’s about. Because, you see, when I began writing about vampires, I promised myself to leave out all the inappropriate stuff, let it be there, but be implied, so that I won’t have to deal with it. Sadly enough, though, all that stuff I didn’t want to write about has become an intricate part of the storyline. My vampires have become, essentially, the place where I write about the things I don’t usually have the courage to write about in my other things. A dumping ground for my hormones.
To go along with this insanity, I’ve been listening to the music I’ve always promised myself I would stay away from. On my current playlist, I have Akon [Right Now and Sexy Bitch], Boys Like Girls [Love Drunk], Cherish [Killa], Cascada [Evacuate the Dancefloor], Katy Perry [I Kissed a Girl], Muse [Undisclosed Desires and Uprising], Britney Spears [Shattered Glass, Circus, 3, and If You Seek Amy], Beyonce [Sweet Dreams], and Jason Derulo [Whatcha Say]. All of which scares the hell out of me, because of the mood it gets me in. I write best when I’m in a mood that fits what I’m writing, and when your writing sex scenes, then what mood do you have to be in?
Alright, that’s a bit of a lie. I wrote three pages about two people talking after such shenanigans took place, and twenty-five or so about one of the most dreaded vampires in existence kind of falling for a boy he finds in the dungeons. I’m struggling to keep it as a friendship, but I’m not sure Cian will let me. He’s been very forceful with how the story is going so far. In fact, he’s one of the most stubborn characters I’ve ever had the trouble of talking to. So much so is that I’m reluctant to even take credit for what I just wrote, he basically dictated it all to me. Even with Konnor I have to drag the plot of them, but Cian gives it to me freely. I kind of wonder why, but after rereading what I just wrote about him, it’s not very often that he understands his own motives to do anything. I feel kind of sad that those thirty some-odd pages won’t get to see daylight, because if I fixed it properly, I could quite easily change that into a book. It was in 1968 though, so it might be a little difficult for me to understand a certain point I kind of glossed over in the thing I just wrote.
Anyway, I move onward. I haven’t written much that hasn’t involved vampires lately, and that doesn’t help you, who knows very little about my Nightlife series I felt kind of sad about that, too. In all my books, I’m always overwhelmed at all the crap I have to work at, to research, to figure out, but in Nightlife most of the important things are figured out, so the rest is easy. I love how it turned out, and how if someone points to a name on the vampire family tree, it’s very likely I can tell you the circumstances of how they died, who they were and how they interact in the vampire world. Certain lines I can explain quite well, while others are still a mystery to me. There are still plenty of blank spots on that list, and it will have easily over 1000 names when I’m done. I also enjoy how the characters talk to me much easier in that series. Like, for instance, the boy that Cian falls for’s name is Aaron, and the reason he was captured is because he went into a vampire club intending to slaughter them all. The reason, I found, he wanted to do that was because a family member had been slaughtered by a vampire. But I was at a loss for a little while, because he didn’t seem like the type to get angry at just that. It needed to be huge. So I thought about it some more, and it seemed only natural that his brother was an addict, and that brother got turned and killed another brother. That’s why Aaron was pissed. I went to go look for him on the family tree, or find a place for him, and there was Brigitte, a girl from 1963 who falls in love with a side character from Konnor’s story, who was turned because a friend of hers introduced her to Ramses who took a liking to her. It seemed only natural that that friend was Aaron’s brother. It fit perfectly, because one of the other girls that Ramses turned had a nice gap in those that she turned that fit him in nicely. and made it so that this story had a nice relevancy to the other stories in Nightlife, so, if I chose, I could easily find an excuse to stick it in there.
To make an already long story shorter, it’s getting very fun, because my characters are becoming more and more real, and it helped me figure out that the only way that I, personally, am able to develop characters is to write their backstories, from beginning to end, and see what it reveals. Because one of my favorite things to do is to figure out how the vampires on my family tree were turned, this is a very nice and easy way for me to make that world real.
Lily and I asked each other which of our books we would go into, given the opportunity. I told her that it was easily Nightlife, because of what I know about the characters. I would go straight to Stalking Shadow, the NYC club, and just start talking to them. I know so much about them that I could probably get away with a lot of things, and almost certainly get turned. And, that, I think, would be the most fun out of everything, don’t you think?
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
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.
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.
Alright, now, I have absolutely nothing to do, seeing as I stayed home from school today (grandparents, ya know? Being the spoiled child I am.), and I have such a bad writer’s block that it’s almost making me sick. So I was sitting here and touching up the new blog, watching Tin Man and playing Dice-A-Roo on Neopets (Yeah, exactly, that’s how bored I am.) when it dawned on my that I could write my first real post on here. Plus, I might get rid of my writer’s block to boot. Two birds with one stone.
So I’m here to tell about my current projects, and what’s on my mind because, hey, what else is a blog for?
Alright, so where to start? I am currently working on three things, alternating when I get bored. The one that is my prime objective (though not the longest one as of yet) is a story called Reclusive, the sequel to Stripped of Darkness. It basically is about gods and goddesses and the world being in danger, to put it simply. It was extremely difficult to make up the history behind this story and the gods and goddesses inside of it. And sense it’s not copyrighted or published yet, I can’t post the name for fear of the damn schmucks out there who would dare to steal it. (Those crap weasels..) So that’s all I have for that one. Maybe later I’ll post my awesome makeshift cover for it.
The next one I’m working on is my favorite of the three, or at least a close second to Moonlight Reign (talked about below). It’s called the Werewolf games, a werewolf “Academy” where young werewolves are trained on how to fight properly and get along as a pack. The only problem is, it’s not really an academy at all, but a winner-takes-all gladiator battle where only one pack will survive, or none. And that doesn’t include the dark history hidden behind both the school and it’s students. And the neat thing about this story is that it came to me in a dream. One of the games, actually, and this one scene between the main character, Morrigan and her boyfriend Raymond. It’s reminds me of a conffesion when I write it, or a suicide note. She’s such a nervous wreck when she tells him her secret. 😦
Anyway, moving on, Moonlight Reign is the longest of the three, and the one with the most potential. It was originally supposed to be a stand alone but as of now, I’m not so sure. Potential like that shouldn’t be waisted like that. But.. hey, whatever. This one is about another world where a young girl stumbled upon another continent, and with it, another species all together. In fact, about a dozen other species’. In this reality, fiction, the story books: they’re all real. But humans get afraid for their survival (yeah, wouldn’t you if a whole bunch of magic-users were found in your backyard?) and set off war. And guess what? they won. The magical people- yes I have a name for them but, again, copyrights, schmucks who steal my ideas, you know- are confined to a small island in the middle of both of the territories. The remaining people could barely fit in such a confining space. So, it’s all about their rebellion and the plan to break away from the humans again. But there is an evil lurking in the shadows: Niobe, the nightmare Queen. And, of course, the one she loves like a son: Caleb and the one that she longs to be her consort…. well, I’ll let you find that out when and if it gets published.
And then there is the one project that isn’t really a project as of yet, merely research. Inspired by the awesome series by Scott Westerfield Midnighters. It’s about a group of kids who are able to go into the world of the dead and demons. And that’s all I really have as of now. Updates later, if I don’t get bored with it.
And so, that’s all I’ve got. Thanks for listening to my first rant (or reading, in this case), I’m sure there’ll be plenty more where this one came from.