This week’s Fiction Friday is a poem I wrote for a book I’ve been working on for several years. The main character is Luminia, and its interesting because she started as just a character in the poem (the rough draft of which I wrote while bored one day in math class), but developed into a main character in Aleinean (the world my story is based in) history. It’s also the longest poem I’ve ever written and I’ve since turned it into a short story.

The story is high fantasy, so there is a lot of talk of magic and gods and mythology.

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Farewell to My Home

So I’ve decided to start a little thing called Writing Wednesday where I share something about my writing; a poem, an update on my book, an excerpt, writing tips, etc. I might not manage this every week, but I’m trying. Here’s today’s attempt, a poem called Farewell to My Home from my longest WIP the Maj’yk Series.

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Nightly NaNo Update: Day 12

Screen Shot 2015-11-12 at 9.48.49 PMRecent Blog Posts: A review of the book The Farmerettes, which I won through a Goodreads Giveaway and a NaNo Guide about Staying Hydrated (Please stay hydrated. Please).

As I said yesterday in my nightly update, I’ve started writing flashback sequences, to help flesh out my characters, and because I was getting bored of the section I was working on. Why am I bored, you might ask (some people say that being bored while writing it makes it boring for your readers). Not true, says I. I’m bored because it’s NaNoWriMo, I write almost 2,000 words a day, and I am simply burnt out. I don’t want to be that way, so my solution was that I needed to find something else to work on. Because the point of NaNo is to write a single book, I resisted the urge to start typing on another work of mine, (I’m not saying you can’t do that, you absolutely can) and instead started working on some scenes I had plotted in my head.

In the process of writing my flashback, I’ve completely changed the story from what I had planned, but thankfully this doesn’t change the middle too much, just the beginning and – possibly – the end (which I’ve not written yet anyway!). So here’s to hoping it all works out in the end!

Today I was on the website of one of my favorite authors, Jessica Day George, and I came to this heart wrenching conclusion:



Claire was ten years old when she began to ignore her imaginary friends. Snowflakes, she told herself (and ice crystals too) could not talk, and it was quite silly to imagine otherwise, because there was nothing life-like about them. She imagined little as she once had, her focus was on Fraulein Trutchen and Miss Louise, not on the objects outside her window.

Fritz grew into a healthy young boy, an odd boy, but healthy, and Claire wanted nothing more than to be rid of her annoying brother by the time she was eleven. It was when she was thirteen that she first heard it, a faint calling from out in the snow. Emily said that she was hearing spirits, and that she absolutely must ignore them for her own sake, and slammed the door, leaving her standing in shock and confusion.

Claire followed her advice, and ignored the strange sounds she heard, pretending not to notice when small voices echoed at her from the darkness, or when she heard singing from the woods, or imagined she could hear the voices of the fishes in the pond outside.

This version of the waltz scene is a bit odd, because it has no male characters, just a bunch of women dancing together, which is great, but different from what I expected.

Nightly NaNo Update: Day Two

NaNo - Day TwoToday I wrote my favorite scene from the Nutcracker: the party at the beginning (this is completely unbiased by the fact that I’ve been a waltzer in the show twice. shhh)

I wrote a lot today, over 5,000 words, but I don’t expect I will be able to keep up the pace, in fact, I’m writing so much largely because I know I won’t have much time this week. Tomorrow I have dinner with my grandfather and his wife, the next day I have my ice skating practice – first my normal lesson then practice for the Nutcracker, two hours in total – Thursday I have a doctor appointment, and Friday is my friend’s birthday.

Nightly NaNo UpdatePicking today’s excerpt was hard, very hard. I love the entire party scene, but I settled on sharing the snippet of the dolls for a but of feed back on the description of them. For those who have read the book by E.T.A. Hoffman, you’ll know that in the original tale there is a small clock work city given to the children, but for this telling, I’ve gone (with reasons that will be explained later) with two large dolls more like what you would see in a rendition of the play.

So let me know what you think of my writing (remember, its a rough draft) and tell me how you’re doing. Oh, and what do you think of my blunder earlier?


Have You Backed Up Your Novel Today?

Godfather Drosselmeyer smiled and replied, “Just wait and see.”

As though that sentence were a command the door sprung open, and two strange men marched into the room. They were dressed in finery, lace and ruffles with shining buttons, and for hair they had towering white wigs, powered and crimped in the latest European fashion. Instead of faces, they had full face masks painted with patterns of twirling ribbon and flowers, with not even their eyes showing through. Strangest though was the sound they made, a whirling noise as they stood, and when they moved, a loud clicking.

“They’re not alive!” Clara gasped.

“Quite right,” her godfather agreed. “They’re clock work, you see. Completely clockwork men of my own design.” Of course they would be of Drosselmeyer’s design, no one else would even attempt such a creation, indeed, many of the guests were beginning to whisper about the unnaturalness of them.

“Now watch this, my dear,” he said, ignoring the whispers and stepping forward to pull a ribbon from the back of each doll. “They run on a time, which starts once I pull the ribbon. You’ll all want to step away from the dance floor.” They scrambled back, and suddenly the dolls turned, bowed to the crowd, then pirouetted on one foot and leapt into the air.

Watching them dance was like watching a dream come true. They moved as smooth as silk, and as the small band Godfather Drosselmeyer had hired for the event played, you couldn’t even hear their strange whirring. The dolls would be the talk of the town that evening, and for many to come even though the town would not know their roles in what was to come.

Together they finished their dance, bending toward once another and bowing, then one bowed to Claire, and the other to Fritz, before they sank to the ground.