So I've been a horrible blogger this past week. I told Abbi that I'd post on Wednesday and it is quite obvious that I did not. But I do have reasonable excuse...college classes started Monday and I was going crazy figuring out my schedule. I've again sadly neglected AA but if it's any consulation, I've neglected my own blog The Mnemosyne for a month. And it's still pretty new...ah well.
But for the big anouncement...My wonderful ex-young womans leader (miss you Rachael) from The Rehomesteaders has done Abbi and I the enormous honor of giving us an awesome award!
Thanks you so much Rachael! This is really terrific! As part of this award we get a chance to share ten things about ourselves (or the blog) that you may not know. So Abbi and I split it down the middle:
1-Shayla and I first came together with writing when one of her younger brothers told Shayla while I was over one day, "Hey! You should tell Abbi about YOUR book you're working on!" We've been together ever since.
2-We wanted to make this blog for other teenagers like us to get help with their writing.
3-We have two pages labeled Abbigayle's Novel and Shayla's Trilogy where we post periodically about our books that we're working on.
4-Usually the posts are things I've found when I type Creative Writing Tips into Google. Haha! 5-Thesaurus.com is a wonderful place to get help with your writing!
1. I am planning on starting my own personal editing business for self-published authors, either that or start an advertising company for said authors so they have a way of getting the word out.
2. I play classical piano. It's so incredible! I mean...the classical...not my playing of it...erghh!!!
3. Abbi and I have spent 8+ hours working on our books in one sitting.
4. We both periodically send each other e-mails screaming I CAN DO THIS!!!! (This is normally after we've discovered some horrendous plot flaw)
5. I love cats. Cat haters prepare! Some day cats will rule the world, and only their supporters will survive.
So for the Kreativ Blog, ideally you thank your benefactor and then share that award with someone else. who can then share ten more fascinating things that we don't know about them.
So without further ado I'd like to pass this award on to....
Hannah Clark from Hannah L. Clark! Way to go Hannah! Hannah has completed every wannabe author's dream and just this past December she published her first book Cobbogoth. Really, Hannah is an inspiration. It's very reassuring to know that if she could do, I could do it too. So please check out this wonderful lady's blog and find out what her book is all about!
HAVE FUN! Sometimes, we writers can end up feeling that our writing is a chore, something that “must” be done, or something to procrastinate over for as long as possible. If your plot seems wildly far-fetched, your characters bore you to tears and you’re convinced that a five-year old with a crayon could write better prose … take a break. Start a completely new project, something which is purely for fun. Write a poem or a 60-word “mini saga”. Just completing a small finished piece can help if you’re bogged down in a longer story.
Don’t agonize over getting it right. All writers have to revise and edit their work – it’s rare that a story, scene or even a sentence comes out perfectly the first time. Once you’ve completed the initial draft, leave the piece for a few days – then come back to it fresh, with a red pen in hand. If you know there are problems with your story but can’t pinpoint them, ask a fellow writer to read through it and give feedback.
If you’re stuck for ideas, carry a notebook everywhere and write down your observations. You’ll get some great lines of dialogue by keeping your ears open on the bus or in cafes, and an unusual phrase may be prompted by something you see or smell.
Ok so while I was e-mailing Abbi, I saw the dorkiest add...
"Make Him Addicted to You: Say these secret words to make him fall madly in love with you!"
And being the writer I'd like to be, I immediately wondered what my Characters would have to say about this add...
K'mar: "Addicted?! Women! *puffing in indignation* And men don't fall madly in love! It's a myth made by sad Jane Austen-obsessed women, who have never met a real man in their lives!"
Amrise: *Stiffly offended at this jab at female ignorance...(but still wondering what those words are)*
Nolan: "So that's why...By the Nine! They always said it was the wine that got me into trouble, but it's clearly those women and their secret words! I knew it!"
So give it a try, find some add, statement etc., and then come up with what your Character's would say about it. It's probably one of the more fun writing prompts. I have every intention of adding something like this to my book now. Give it a little flavor...
Here's part of my backstory I'm doing on one of my main characters...Jethroe.
-Owner's Don't Knock
There they were, at it again. Jacob lay on the floor in the small apartment under a dingy blanket; listening to his parents yelling. His mother was upset that James, Jacob’s father, had been out drinking and had just gotten home. His mother was a worrisome woman. James however, had only married her because he didn’t want to have to pay rent all by himself; not to mention he had knocked up Sara, Jacob’s mom. Jacob had dealt with this ever since he was a child; so far James was his third father. All of them walked out. It didn’t even take that long, they got bored, and left; wanting to find someone younger and prettier. Someone that didn’t throw a fit at the smallest things. You’d have thought that Sara would have learned something, changed something, not wanting to attract men like the kind she got all the time. So far, no luck. Jacob tried to lie still, but craned his neck is a way that he could listen to the fight better. After about an hour he heard a lot of banging, as if drawers were being open and shut in a hurry, and then the slam of a door. So that’s it, Jacob thought. He’s gone. He slowly, and cautiously got up and walked into his mother’s room. “Mom, you alright?” Jacob asked, concern clear in his voice. “Oh, sweetheart, I didn’t know you were up. Yes, yes I’m fine.” Sara said, wiping tears from her bloodshot eyes. She was eight months pregnant and looked as if you could pop her and she’d deflate. “Mom, you look exhausted. Get some sleep. I’ll wake you up when it’s time to go to work.” She started to say something but Jacob cut in, “Don’t worry; I can handle breakfast. You need a break. Get some sleep.” He repeated.