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a writing tag


I snagged this questionnaire off one of my favorite blogs, because I didn’t have a post idea and I hadn’t posted for a while, and this thingy looked like fun. (Yes, I just said ‘thingy’.  I’m tired right now.)  If you want to sneak away with it too, be my guest.  Right now, I’m feeling too meh to really care if you answer these questions or print out the list and eat it or whatever.

1. How many years have you been writing? When did you officially consider yourself a ‘writer’?  Well, I’m not sure when exactly I started writing my little, plagiarized stories (I could look it up if I had enough energy to go down to my room and find the writing diary I kept in The Early Days) but it was probably sometime around my thirteenth birthday.  Those were the days.  I didn’t know anything about characterization or plot or dialogue, so I just scribbled down tales, blissfully happy in my supposed genius.  Now writing is much more work (but I still enjoy it).  I probably officially considered myself a writer when I won NaNoWriMo for the first time, in 2013.  Or when I finished my first novel (which was either in 2012 or 2013).  Either way, I definitely consider myself a writer now.

2. How/why did you start writing?  Jane Austen.  I started writing because I adored Jane Austen’s books and I wanted to replicate them.  I’ve branched out now, and I don’t write Regency romances anymore, but Jane Austen’s novels were what got me started on the path in the first place, and I’ll always be immensely grateful to her for that.  As for the ‘how’ of the question…I sharpened my pencil, got down a notebook that I’d bought from the dollar store, and wrote until my hand cramped up.  I felt very satisfied when I stopped and saw how much I’d already written.

3. What’s your favourite part of writing?  Hmmm.  This is hard.  I like getting ideas.  I like the rush of thoughts and bits of inspiration that pour in whenever I get a brand-new idea.  I whip out my little black moleskine notebook and write everything down just as fast as it comes to me, and even though I usually end up using less than half of whatever I write, it’s still a great feeling.  Very writer-ish.  I also enjoy being able to use the writing skills that I’ve honed somewhat for writing fan-fiction.  A friend of mine recently said that the writing in a certain fan-fic of mine was ‘a cut above the average fan-fiction’, which made me very happy. (Not to be proud, or anything…)

4. What’s your biggest writing struggle?  Dialogue.  I recently realized that most dialogue (for original works and fan-fiction both) tends to be more than a little patchy, and it’s very frustrating at times.  I want my characters to sound like real people, not book characters.

5. Do you write best at night or day?  Most (if not all) of my writing is done in the morning, and I haven’t really tried much writing at night, so I’d have to say I write best during the day.  I usually get an hour in the morning to write, and if it’s a good day, I can churn out as much as 2,000 words. (Usually less when I’m writing fan-fiction, because I like the quality to be excellent, even for a first draft.  With my original work, I take a more relaxed view of things, mainly because I won’t have an angry fandom on me if I don’t get it perfect right away.)

6. What does your writing space look like? (Feel free to show us pictures!)  Eh.  I don’t really have a writing space, per se.  I just write at the kitchen desk, which is usually very messy and doesn’t have any personal touches from me.  If/when I get my own laptop, I’ll probably make my desk into a writing space, and if I do, I’ll share pictures on this blog.  I have it all worked out in my head, actually.  All that’s needed is a laptop.

7. How long does it typically take you to write a complete draft?  Depends.  I don’t really have a set writing goal, time-wise.  I tend to mosey along, writing bursts of words every day and letting the draft be as long or as short as the story dictates.  I’ve been working on Project Remembrance for five months and it’s nowhere near being finished.  On the other hand, I wrote three complete first drafts (the Vengeance Is Mine trilogy) in just two or three months, I believe.  I’m not pushing to get things done in a set amount of time.

8. How many projects do you work on at once?  Again, it depends.  Right now, I’m working on PR, a piece of Combat! fan-fiction, mulling through ideas for a potential To Kill A Mockingbird fan-fiction, and thinking about writing a bit of a story centered around this picture.  Usually, I write one thing, while ideas for several others are going around in my head.  Things are never dull up in my brain, that’s for sure.

9. Do you prefer writing happy endings, sad ones, or somewhere in between?  Bittersweet, so I guess that’s somewhere in between.

10. List a few authors who’ve influenced your writing journey.  Well, as I mentioned above, Jane Austen got me ‘into’ writing, but Jack Cavanaugh’s books sort of continued my writing.  I was absolutely blown away by how he wove plot and characters and dialogue together into a (usually) historical tapestry, and I think that’s why my first book was set in medieval times (sort of).  My favorite book of his is set in Medieval England, anyway.  There’ve been a bunch of other authors who’ve wowed me, but listing them would take forever.  Suzanne Collins, Markus Zusak, Charles Dickens, Shannon Hale, Laura Hillenbrand, Ted Bell…

11. Do you let people read your writing? Why or why not?  I let people read my writing sometimes, mainly if it’s a short story or fan-fiction (and most of the people who end up reading my work are beta-readers), but my full length novels are languishing in a dusty file because they need huge revisions and I’d be embarrassed to show them to anyone.  I’m quite proud of PR, though, and I generally let Jane and Ashley read whatever they want of my stuff.

12. What’s your ultimate writing goal or dream?  Um…I haven’t really thought too much about it, actually.  All of the usual things seem so cliched – getting a book published, becoming a best-selling author, making a living out of writing books, etc, etc.  I guess my dream would be to publish Project Remembrance someday.  And be able to send fan-fiction off to beta-readers without cringing and hoping they won’t find it too horrible.

13. If you didn’t write, what would you want to do?  Read.  That’s about the only thing I do these days, besides writing. (Oh, and eating.  Can’t forget that.)

14. Do you have a book you’d like to write one day but don’t feel you’re ready to attempt it yet?  Um…I’m not sure.  I don’t thiiiink so.

15. Which story has your heart and won’t let go?  I’m very partial to all my Combat! fan-fiction, of course, and as for ‘original’ stories, it would have to be Betrayal, which I haven’t visited in a long time, but is still very much in my thoughts.  It’s very personal to me, for several reasons, and I AM going to return to it one of these days.  Pinkie-promise.



yet another update


It seems like all my blog posts on here seem to be updates about my writing and nothing actually to show for all the writing I’m supposedly doing.  Or, in this case, not doing.  I’ve really been meaning to continue editing Project Remembrance – honest! – but there have been a bunch of different distractions over the past few days and, well, I haven’t really gotten anything accomplished.  First, I was scrambling to finish up a wee bit of Combat! Christmas fan-fiction, and then my grandpa took the whole family out to brunch a couple days ago which meant that my schedule was interrupted (I write in the morning, or not at all…probably something I should work on), and I’ve also been re-reading a bunch of Jack Cavanaugh books.  Which are so good that I spend more time reading than writing.

Excuses, excuses…

But my New Year’s resolution for 2015 is write more.  Finish Project Remembrance – final draft, if I can.  And I’ll chronicle it all on this blog.


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Posted by on December 29, 2014 in fan-fiction, project remembrance, random, writing


random stuff (mainly about ‘project remembrance’)

Hallo, fellow writers!

How are the holidays coming along for you?  Have you slacked off on your writing to spend time with friends and family? (if so, I applaud you – time spent with family/friends is never wasted, in my opinion)  Have you incorporated a few sneaky pieces of Christmas-y goodness into your writing? (or written an entire piece of Christmas fan-fiction, like me?)  Even if you haven’t stopped writing yet, I want you to pause for a second, sit back, and let all that holiday atmosphere soak right through you. (in case you’re interested, I wrote an entire post about that atmosphere over on my main blog)  You’ll feel twice the energy and invigoration once you do so.  I promise.

So, about that random stuff I promised you…

Project Remembrance is going well, for the most part, but I basically wrote 35,000 words of junk during NaNo, so I’ve decided that before I write anything more, I’m going to back away and edit what I’ve got so far.  It mainly involves plot stuff and deleting scenes – whenever I got bored, I’d write a new scene from another character’s POV, and it got spoilery really quickly, so I’m dumping all those scenes in another file for later reference/use.  At the moment, I’m planning to write PR from three different POVs (alá Lynn Austin) and once I actually figure out their characters, I’ll do a post about them.  All I know about them right now is that it’s two girls and a guy and that could change too.  But I don’t really mind all that much, for two reasons.

What editing is all about… the ugly llama face... Emeperor's New Grove is my favorite humorous Disney movie... :)

Firstly, I’ve had a little practice with editing lately.  You know all those times I moaned about how much I hated editing?  Well, the funny thing is that I hadn’t actually, really, truly (ugh, someone should edit out all those adverbs) edited anything.  Oh, I had tweaked a word here and changed a sentence there, but I hadn’t done anything like re-write whole chunks and change plot points and improve characterization.  I think it was partly ‘fear of the unknown’ that had me kicking and screaming about the whole editing/revising process.  Enter Combat! fan-fiction.  And this awesome beta-reader.  See, I’d written a piece of C! fic about my favorite character and I knew it wasn’t perfect (by any stretch of the imagination) but I didn’t really know how to go about editing it.  So I sent it off to Hamlette (or ‘White Queen’, as she’s known by fellow Combat! fans) and she gave me a really great critique.  Of course, my writer’s ego took a little bruising here and there (as I’m sure every writer’s ego has during a thorough beta) but I rebounded and my story is all the better for it.  AND it should me that editing was not A Beast To Be Feared, but an essential and not-so-scary part of writing.

The Book Thief (Markus Zusak)                    Oh, my, this book broke my heart!  I loved it; I hated it!

The second reason is that I honestly think Project Remembrance could be The. Book.  The one that *gasp* actually gets published.  At first, I thought it would be the Vengeance Is Mine trilogy, but that’s going to need the biggest overhaul in the history of ever, so I really don’t think I’ll be getting to it any time soon.  Betrayal could also potentially be The One, but for now, I’m focusing on PR.  I have a really good feeling about where it could take me.



nanowrimo – week 2

(sorry this is a day late – I completely forgot about doing a weekly NaNo update until late last night when I was in bed)

How goes the battle, fellow NaNoers?  For me, it’s going pretty well.  I’m still about 5,000 words behind schedule (give or take a couple thousand), but I’m writing hard and having fun, and I think that’s a big part of what NaNoWriMo is all about.  I’m not exactly happy with my low word count (21,193 words), especially since a quick check of my writing journal from this time last year shows that by this point, I only had 10,000 more words to write before hitting 50K…but I can live with it.  I’m sure the last few days will be a mad scramble to win, but I can handle it.  I’m ready.

Now, I have a confession to make.  I’ve become a NaNo Rebel.  A NaNo Rebel is someone who works on a collection of short stories, poetry, graphic novels, etc.; someone who draws pictures or edits during the challenge; or someone who works on two projects at once.  I’ve fallen into the third category.  See, my writing was going really slowly with Project Remembrance, and since I was so far behind, I needed/wanted a project to quickly and easily boost my word count.  And just what might that kind of project be?  Fan-fiction.  Simple, easy brain candy that’s a breeze to write, partly because I don’t have to think much about characters and plot and partly because I write fan-fiction about fandoms I love/obsess over, and it’s easy to write lots about what I love.  I finished up my first ‘Combat!’ fic yesterday at just a little under 10K and I’m pretty happy with it, even if it still needs a lot some work.  I’ll be going back to Project Remembrance now, but if the whole thing slows down again, I’ve got a lot of other fic ideas I can explore.

I don’t think anyone will be very interested in an excerpt from some fan-fiction for an obscure old show, so I’ll share some more of Project Remembrance. (although I don’t know if anyone’s interested in that either)  Oh, but before I forget, I found the perfect soundtrack for PR.  I always end up finding a movie soundtrack that fits perfectly (or nearly) with my current novel’s theme and mood, and at the moment, it’s The Fault In Our Stars. (the score, not the ‘songs inspired by’ thingy)  Check it out – you’ll love it!

Alone in her room, Skye opened her briefcase.
Fifteen files, fifteen people, fifteen lives.
She wasn’t going to be all sappy and sentimental about the whole thing, but she had to admit there was something poignant about this system. In her hands, she literally held the lives of fifteen different people. All ages, nationalities, every one of them unique.
And she was tasked with remembering each and every one of them, making sure that for as long as she lived, they’d never be forgotten. In a way, it was comforting to think that the same thing would happen to her when she died. As long as she cooperated, that is. She could see how people would get attached the whole concept.
But enough of this.
She checked the tabs on the files where the names were written in clear, careful script. All the writing was the same and she wondered who exactly sat down and wrote it all out, hour after hour. It must have been tedious. It looked to be about half men and half women – or girls or boys depending on when they died – and she arranged the files in alphabetical order. That was how she’d tackle them. ~Chapter 4



a bit of ‘hunger games’ fan-fiction

my current favorite Everlark picture.

I recently read the Hunger Games trilogy and fell in love with both the story and the characters.  I reviewed the series over at my main blog, watched the first two movies, clicked through hundreds of pins on Pinterest, and even wrote a little fan-fiction: a poem, and a one-shot (a one-shot in fan-fiction means a scene or one chapter story).  The poem is from Katniss’ POV and the one-shot is from Peeta’s.  First, an explanation about the poem.  I normally dislike poetry.  Oh, I’ll read the occasional poem, but a steady diet of them would drive me crazy (for instance, I couldn’t sit down with a book of poetry and read it cover to cover).  As much as I dislike reading poetry, I hate writing it even more.  Whenever I conciously try to write a poem, it sounds forced and silly and I can never get the right rhyme and rhythm.  But, every so often, I’ll get a quick burst of inspiration and when I act on that, my poems (or, I should say poem, since I only ever get just one out of one of those bursts) are pretty good, if I say so myself.  Take a look?

When I saw/heard this in the movie, I shouted, "Together?! What?! No!!!!!! You guys can't die! How would they make a sequel?! No death!!! I love you guys!!! We've been through so much!"

A hole in my heart,
My heart on my sleeve.
I must play the part,
Or else I won’t leave.

My role has been born,
By fire within.
My spirit’s not broken,
I won’t let them win.

These berries I take,
One final, last plea.
For a much better world,
Than is closing on me.

I hold them up high,
A symbol of pride.
I don’t want to forget,
That so many have died.

We stand there together,
The boy and me there.
The berries are lifted,
An intake of air.

Then out from the horn,
A weak-kneed voice calls.
“Stop, stop, don’t eat them!”
The deadly harvest falls.

The boy looks at me,
I look at the boy.
We throw down the weapons,
And hug tightly for joy.

All else is a blur,
I can’t look away.
But revolution sparks,
On that cold, cloudy day.

And, then, the one-shot.  A lot of people have asked for the entire trilogy rewritten from Peeta’s POV, and while I was considering working on that project, I’ve since abandoned the idea.  It would be too hard and too involved, and I have my other writing to think about.  Fan-fiction is loads of fun, but it shouldn’t take precedence over your original work, in my opinion.  So, I wrote this little scene, and even though I won’t be doing all three books, I think I’ll write other scenes from Peeta’s POV and maybe some of the other characters as well.  Fan-fiction is a great way to practice writing, and working with different characters will help me with my own characters’ characterization.  At least I hope it will.  So here’s the quick fic I wrote…enjoy!


The rain bangs against the windows with a ferocity that I’ve only seen matched by the Peacekeepers that prowl the streets of District 12. I stare into the silvery streaks lashing against the glass, letting the sameness of it all take my mind away from the stale bread, blistering hot ovens, and an angry mother.
It doesn’t last long.
“Peeta!” she shouts angrily, and I break away from the window. “That bread’s going to burn if you don’t watch it!” In a moment, Mom’s beside me, her hand hovering in front of my face. I try to step back, but am stopped by the windowsill behind me. “Get to it,” she hisses. I do.
All in all, I don’t mind watching the bread. I like staring at it through the oven’s glass door, watching it turn from pale, thin dough to golden, crusty loaves. The heat gets to you after a while, but being the baker’s son for twelve years kind of gets you used to it.
This bread isn’t for me and my family. It’s for the hungry customers who stand in lines at the back every day, and for the high class citizens of District 12 like the mayor. Or the mayor’s servants, in this case. My family and I are a whole lot better off than most of the other people in 12 – the coal miners, for instance – since we have a steady supply of bread, but all of the stuff we eat is stale, which gets old after a while.
“What on earth-?” Mom says.
I turn and look, trying to see what she’s seeing. Her eyes squint and narrow as she stares into the rainy darkness. At first I can see nothing, but then the rain slackens a little and I make out the figure of someone out there. Opening the garbage cans that stand a few feet away from the back door.
As soon as I see it, Mom sees it to. Regardless of the rain, she throws open the back door and goes down a few steps. Because of the rain, I can only catch a few words. Something about calling the Peacekeepers and how she was sick and tired of all those brats from the Seam – the coal mines – coming around to look through our trash.
Honestly, I don’t get why she’s so upset. Sure, all those kids come around often, but does it really hurt if they get our leftover scraps, the bits of food that even we don’t want? I shake my head and stare at the bread. It doesn’t seem to be in any danger of burning, so I go over to the window to get a closer look at the intruder.
Katniss Everdeen.
Ever since I was five or six, I’ve always really liked her. I guess you could say I have a crush on her. She’s not particularly pretty, but the way she sings and the sparks in her eyes whenever some bigger kid insults her sister, Prim, have always fascinated me.
And now she’s out there, foraging for garbage. I had no idea things were so bad for the Everdeen family. Mr Everdeen died a few months ago, but Katniss didn’t seem too upset. A little thinner, maybe, but pretty much everyone’s thin in 12. Still, she wouldn’t have gone through our garbage cans if she hadn’t really been desperate. Mom’s temper is, I regret to say, infamous in town.
She’s still out there, shouting profanity, and I hurry back to the oven.
Ten loaves, glowing golden.
One girl out there, probably starving.
And not just any girl. Katniss Everdeen. The girl who sang the Meadow Song so beautifully that all the mockingjays outside the school room fell silent until she’d finished. It’s a rare honour they hardly ever offer anyone.
Without a second thought, I open the oven door and, using a cloth, bat two of the loaves to the oven’s floor. In a few moments, they’ll start to brown, and then burn black. I know from watching accidents happen in the baking room all the time. I turn away from the oven just as Mom storms back in.
She shakes her head back and forth, muttering under her breath.
The acrid smell of burning bread assaults both our noses.
With a cry of frustration, she stomps over to the oven and yanks the door open. Grabbing a cloth from the counter – the same cloth I’d used – she shoves around until both loaves of bread are out on the counter. The outsides are mostly black, but I know the insides will still be fresh and warm.
“Stupid, stupid boy!” she shouts and slaps me full across the face. Then, before I can react, she gives me another slap. My sight goes black and starry for a moment, and pain radiates from my left cheek. She throws a wooden spoon at me that catches me in the same spot and clatters to the ground.
I grit my teeth.
She shoves the still steaming loaves into my arms and tears the door open. With a shove, I’m standing outside in the pouring rain. “Feed it to the pig, you stupid creature!” she screams. “Why not? No one decent will buy burned bread!”
That was what I’d been counting on.
I break tiny chunks of bread off and toss them to the pig – a creature who’s already far too fat as it is – hoping every moment that Mom will leave and I can carry out my plan. Seconds tick by, and the opportunity is fading away when I faintly hear the front bell ring, meaning there’s a customer.
With another curse and a slap on the neck, Mom leaves.
I watch her leave, making sure the door closes firmly behind her, and then stare back at the pig. A moment later, I toss one loaf of bread in Katniss Everdeen’s direction, the other one. She’s huddled up against an old apple tree several yards away, and seeing her drenched and shivering and hungry makes my heart hurt for a moment.
Turning, I slosh back into the bakery.
From the window, I can see her run out from under the tree and snatch up both loaves, hiding them under her jacket. Despite the pain now coming insistently and desperately from my cheek, I smile.
Tonight, at least, there’ll be one family in 12 that won’t go hungry.
A miracle, really.

What did you think of these two pieces of fan-fiction?  Is there any way I could improve them?  Are there any other scenes you’d like to see rewritten from Peeta’s (or another character’s) point of view?  I’m open to suggestions and I’d love to hear your thoughts.



Posted by on July 5, 2014 in fan-fiction, random, snippets, writing