It’s been a while since I last bothered to write in here, and since my last entry I’ve been busy setting up this new computer I got for Yule. Tis very awesome, and I’m liking it a lot. In the pictures I post here, you should be able to see the pretty ring I got on them.
Those pictures, by the way, are of the very cool elvish that was written all over my arms- by Lily. She’s very good at it. In fact, she’s at home right now- I think anyway- designing things so that she can do a henna tattoo for me and my mom tomorrow. It’s a big thing: I’m re-dyeing my hair, and redoing my nails, getting a henna tattoo and getting my eyebrows waxed. A whole primping deal, but it’ll be fun because Lily will be there, and my mom and her friends. It’s always fun. We listen to too loud music and talk about books and movies and our opinions on things.
I got a whole bunch of books for Christmas too, one of which I finished: Swoon by Nina Malkin. It was…interesting, to say the least. Very nice and sweet and sexy and dark with a sad ending that makes your heart ache. Ah, and Sinclair Youngblood Powers, the boy with the devil-may-care attitude, set on vengeance, reborn without the burden of a soul- the last being a mistake that the main character, Candice- Dice, for short- will eventually regret. But have hope when you read it. It’s not all sex and drugs- it’s actually pretty cool, in a Tithe kind of way. It ended up lingering on my mind, so I guess that means it was worthy for me to have bothered with. But be prepared. It’s very unconventional, and a ride that goes so fast, when it ends it feels like you’re still moving. Read this, too, it explains it better then I can.
And now I’m almost finished with another, called Intertwined by Gena Showalter, which is written for those of a much lower reading level then myself, which makes it a bit juvenile, but damn is it good. give it another hundred pages worth of detail and I would be in love. The coolest book you ever did see plotwise…if your willing to put up with the writing.
So little has changed since the last time I ranted. I’ve figured out a way to get Werewolf Games into the Nightlife plotline, which makes it a lot more interesting, actually, and brings depth to a character that had otherwise been flat. It destroyed one of the vampire lineages, but it was worth it I think. Asilinn was too awesome a character to just forget about, the perfect mix of arrogance, nonchalance, and damaged goods. And now you get to meet Raymond. Twice. Woohoo!
What else…I have a short story finished for after the end of the Divine Wars series…one I really enjoyed writing, and that will make all fans miserable, if they’re anything like me. Then there’s Corrin, the incredibly horrible Corrin who’s story I promised would never get published, and now, intertwining together the story of Divine Wars and Nightlife kind of made it necessary.
The rest…what rest? I’ve got nothing to tell. My life is very boring. Peaceful even. I’m sitting with my door open, letting in a slight chill to my otherwise stifling hot room, listening to the background music of Aladdin and Connor dancing around the room to it. Caitlin fell asleep an hour ago. Tis a nice sound, the sound of the peacefulness. It kind of makes me miss having small kids in the house. It kind of makes me think about me having kids.
Alas, a story unfolds! My grandmother and I and the rest of the family all decided when the new year rolled in that everyone would write down what they and everyone else would be doing in ten years. Almost every one of them said that I would be married with a kid. I’m a little depressed by this, actually, because I’m quite doubtful it ever will happen, and doubtful I even want it to happen. All these women around me that bitch about being pregnant. I don’t want it. I’d rather take care of myself and look beautiful, thank you. Growing old is not on my to-do list. It might even be my biggest fear. Lucky for me, the women in my family age gracefully, even if they do crap to themselves at my age.
But still, I’m almost afraid to have kids. Most normal kids bitch and moan about things to their parents and those that don’t, like me, end up feeling like crap because they bottle it all up. I don’t know which I could possibly deal with in my children. I care to much about people, especially my family, to have to deal with raising a kid right.
Sigh. And now I’m monologuing. Nothing more to do now then to think about my future…I’ll be musing.
I told myself I wouldn’t. No. I swore that I wouldn’t go there. No demons. No witches. That goes into territories that I should never be alowed into. I’d already destroyed the vampire myth, lets not destroy the myths of angels and devils, of witches and magic, more than what I already have. But, of course, thanks to the new flyleaf CD, I am going to have to go and write it. And not only that, but I’m going to have to go and add another map to my wall, come up with a new cast of characters, run the plot into the ground and work with how demon blood works.
Promises be damned, aparently. I’m going to write it whether I like it or not.
Yet, in a way, I really do want to write it. It’s got some amazing characters, case and point from the Flyleaf CD. That’s how this whole thing got started. I heard the new song called “Again” and listened to it, trying to figure out which vampire it belonged too, but none of them were fessing up. It was bugging me, because I knew it was important, and I knew the character was very strong and very forceful, and really wanted to get me to write about him. So, frowning, I serfed Behind The Name for a good name that means “strong,” and ended up settling on a name that fit the idea of the character very well: Jerek. So, quite pleased with myself, I went over the lyrics to flesh out my new character. For the life of me, though, I could not see this noble spirit in a modern setting. In fact, all I could see him in was a castle, swordfighting…sitting on top of a stone wall…looking out to a ramshakel little village… with a woman’s hand on his cheek as she pleads with him, but he turns away…and talking with a boy with blonde hair. This last image was the most forceful, because it’s less talking and more arguing. I frowned at this, and went over who it might be. Cian? No. He didn’t feel like Cian, didn’t have his cockiness. I thought for a little while longer, and then I got it.
Jerek was from Nightlife, but he wasn’t a vampire, wasn’t a werwolf, and didn’t belong in a modern setting, and did not belong among vampires and werewolves.
Some might be asking, how the hell does that work? I thought you said that there was only vampires and werewolves and the general humans in Nightlife. How can he be none of those? Well, I’ve mentioned Corrigan’s Story, I think, where a half-demon boy lives in slavery under the ruler of a great city which is completely full of vampires and werewolves and demons and angels and witches… I never bothered to do anything about it because it involved demons and witches and angels, which I didn’t want to try and deal with. But this song, and this new character convinced me that it’s worth picking up.
Another story I promised myself I wouldn’t continue on with: the Thirteen Cities, spurred both from an idea from something I read and a half-assed attempted at co-writing with Lily. It never got really far, because there is a large chunk of the begining that I didn’t want to write because all it was there was because it was supposed to explain what would happen later. I’d guess that when finished, this would have amounted to at least thirty to fifty pages, an amount I really didn’t want to write. However, now I’m considering pulling the cheep writer’s card and erasing his memory at a certain point so that I can just start writing right there at the begining of the fun. Unfortunately, it would be cutting it rather close to the the fun, but I could very easily deal with that. I could always write about it, and cut it out later. But, unfortunately, this is not a good thing. It just makes it one more thing for me to be thinking about, one more thing for me to try and write. Out of the many I already have going, another is making me crazy. I have a problem settling on only one now, so how could I possibly force myself to write when I have a deadline. I don’t do well with other people telling me what to do, which sucks for you people, doesn’t it?
Speaking of which, I changed my name again, in case you haven’t noticed. I don’t remember if I explained the fact that I talk to people in my head, but if I have and even if I haven’t, I took the name from my creativity and my intellegence. It seems to kind of suit me.
I’m getting quite depressed that you don’t know anything about any of my characters. I feel like putting something up on here for you just so that I can continue on with my life without being slowly driven crazy. But that’s dangerous. I’m so afraid someone’s going to try to steal him- and you have no idea the humor that phrasing has brought to mind. With my character’s being so real, and Cian being the most cooperative for me, I bet he’d put up a hell of a fight for anyone that tried to tackle his character but me. So, if I do put up his sotry in a burst of insanity, then no one had better touch him or your going to get your teeth knocked out, I don’t care who or where you are. I will hunt you down and kill you. So please, stay away from my character’s and my ideas. I work hard on those.
Stephanie Meyer seemed to get really depressed when someone leaked her book on the internet. I personally would just get really really angry. And speaking of Stephanie Meyer, who’s going to see New Moon on the 20th? If you are, don’t tell me how it ends- even though I know because I read the book- I’m going on the 21st wearing my Jacob shirt, Edward be damned.
Over and out.
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 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.
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.
Haha! And you thought I was dead, didn’t you? Or, if you’re like me, you could be thinking. “She thinks people won’t read this think, just is letting it die…”. Well I thought about it. A lot. I actually decided I was for a while, but then I went on some other writer girl’s blog and thought: “Huh. This is kind of cool. Weird, but cool. I’ve got to get me one of these!”
And then I recalled: Huh, I do have one of these. And came back on here. So, I’m bored out of my mind to the point of writing about by new ideas (and my revamped old ones) on here for you people to look at.
The one I’m working on now, Divine, From the Dark (otherwise known as Stripped of Darkness. I changed the title.) has so much that needs to be done, I don’t know where to start on it. So I’ve been trying to work on Divine, Retribution (otherwise known as Reclusive, the sequel. I changed that title too.) And that one is a lot harder when you really don’t know what’s going to happen in the first one, so that going quite sluggishly.
And Moonlight Reign (no title change there), is going well, much better than the other, but I’ve decided to reconstruct the first…fifty pages or so, which leads me to groan with the very thought of writing it. (Too bad, because I really want to sometimes.)
And so, with two on standby, it leaves only the Werewolf Games (the other one got scrapped pretty quickly). And the Werewolf Games is a very long story. I had an idea for a vampire book a long long time ago, but put it on standby until I got older (so I don’t screw it up, because I will if I write it now) that I called Origin. Both books, I found, could quite easily fit together. So, I decided to put them together, along with another vampire book I just thought up.
So, now, I have three series’. Divine Wars, Moonlight, and Nightlife (in order) and I’m happy with them all. Two of which, can be adapted with either new characters or old ones. Nightlife has all different main characters, but the side characters are simply old main characters. For instance, Connor, the king of the vampires (so to speak, it’s more complicated than that) is the main character in Origin, yet in Werewolf Games and The Dead Life, he’s a great side character that comes up a lot. Just like the main character, Nikolai, in The Dead Life, ended up being in The Werewolf Games and part of Origin. But in Moonlight you have completely different characters, but in the same world. Except in one, that’s basically a sequel to Moonlight Reign, picking up where the character left off twenty years earlier. But anyway, I ramble, and have taken up enough of you peoples’ time already.
Okay. I haven’t been on in god knows how long but I have an excuse (no I don’t, but just smile and pretend I know what I’m talking about.) and lots of rants. First off, I worked on a new cover for my books. Just an idea then I’ve been working on. Nothing to serious. Might blend it into the sequel for Werewolf Games though.
Not titled. I thank all of the wonderful people at photobucket for allowing a maniac like me on the website to make these things for. And plus I have absolutely no idea where I found these (I don’t write the names down) and even if I did, I know photoshop well enough to know that I’ll never know who to thank anyway. So, if you drew one of these- whoever you are- I thank you. The girl up on the top laying backwards, she reminds me of the girl in the top left (blurry I know, but best I can do) and so, they are supposed to be the same person. Kind of. But for all normal purposes, yes, it’s the same girl. The one on the bottom left in the water is Morrigan. I stick her there after I realized that the characters could totally fit into the sequel I’m planning. (And in case you didn’t know, Morrigan was the main character in The Werewolf Games) The punk girl in the bottom right hand corner, her name is Rymona and to put it lightly she’s a bitch. But she’s a cool bitch in any case. (Happens to be my favorite character actually) The one next to her in the long dress is another girl named Valerie (But that’s not what people call her, her nickname’s Reed), and the one laying on the stars is Raven. The cool chick. The heroine (Funny how the main character isn’t the heroine.) and the guy in the upper left, his name is Chase. Or was. Or maybe still is. I haven’t decided yet. It’s up for debate.
Anyway, I was oober bored on Easter so I sat there and made this. And it’s not one of my best one’s either. No comparison to Stripped of Darkness:
Or Reclusive (Which honestly needs to get editied):
Or even the first Moonlight Reign (Back when it was children of Reno):
Which also needs editing, but I guess that’s life. And keep in mind that Stripped of Darkness (Reclusive is it’s sequel) was the first one I did, while Moonlight Reign was the second. And Fable being the latest before throwing together the top one.Speaking of pictures I need to go and find some new pictures of anime characters. I’m percariously close to using the same characters more than once. (I probably already did on some of the other ones too) I sure spend enough time there, looking for more to add to my one million icons collection (I sort them into the different series’ they apply too. No dissing, Lily does it too.) Anything really to avoid writing more. I’ve hit a dead end again, and I want to work on Reclusive again like I’m supposed to be doing. And… Jeez, did I really do that bad a job of covering up Caleb’s shirt? [stares in shock] ouch. Thank god I’m not using that one anymore. Where is that anyway? I’ll have to go search my computer again… Anyway, you’ve gotten your update and I don’t feel guilty anymore. I’d better go work on elipsis (more on that later) and I’ll get back to being an idiot later.
I was thinking for a really long while at the end of the math test I had today about really one thing: vampires.
Now, isn’t that a strange thing to be thinking about after a math test? Especially when I could have been looking over my answers. (Yep, I’m just a rebel sometimes. 🙂 ) And it dawned on me that vampires are about the coolest mythical creatures out there, next to demons, but they’re just naturally pretty damn cool. It also dawned on me, to be the main reason why my favorite power is to read minds. I would filter out vampires and norms in a millisecond. Of course, that might be kind of difficult now that I posted it on the damn web. But in the event that I gain the ability to read minds, I’m going out to hunt vampires.
But, alas, I have no mind reading powers, and thus cannot hunt vampires. Well, yet, I’m still working on that one.
Later I’m going to try and post this really awesome quiz i got in an e-mail. (Chain mail sucks, but this one was cool.) Later, trying to cream a friend of mine at speak-in-quotes.