Fayretales.com is moving to an AWESOME site my AWESOME hubby built for me!
I am so excited about my new website, here are some of the cool new features:
The blog: I'm not planning to quit writing after I'm done with Fayre Tales, so it is changing from a book specific site to an author (me) specific site. It probably won't change much, but now you won't be wondering why I'm talking about Tully & Rourke on a site called Fayre Tales.
Book Sit Rep: My favorite new feature on my website. The Book Sit Rep (or situation report) lists all of the projects that I'm working on and how far along I am with each of them. I was smart to marry a web coding genius, huh =-)
Random Quote Generator: Another favorite feature of mine. Every time you come to the site you get to see one of my favorite quotes in the box right above the blog.
Book Synopses: The book titles on the Book Sit Rep are clickable and will lead you to a brief write-up about each book.
Bio: I now have a spot for a real bio, not just a tiny tidbit about me. And there's a much better picture now, don't you agree?
Books: Coming this July, you'll be able to buy my book right here. I know I said June in my last post, but I missed a few figures. I'm a writer not a mathematician.
Fayre Shop: Also coming soon, not gonna say when, don't know yet.
RSS: You can still subscribe to the blog free via RSS by clicking on the teal RSS icon at the top right of the site or click the little orange icon that appears in the address bar after the web address. If you have no idea what RSS is click here to watch a quick video that explains it quite well.
So please check out CharlyBurleson.com, explore the site, and tell me what you think. And don't forget to subscribe to the new site's RSS. I hope you love the new site as much as I do, and many, many thanks to my AWESOME husband for bringing it all together!
~Charly
Friday, March 20, 2009
Friday, March 13, 2009
Update
Danny's initial edit is coming along on schedule and we are making plans for the release. Lord willing, we plan to release Fayre Tales: The Rose Born on or around July 11th. More details to come as we figure them out.
I know I haven't been blogging as much as I probably should lately, but I have a real good excuse this time: I've been writing! I've managed to carve out some writing time between when Cay finishes his school work and when Danny comes home and with only a few exceptions it's been working pretty well.
My goals are 500 words per day, five days a week, and 3000 words per week. Yes, I know 5x500 does not equal 3000. I try to squeeze in an extra 500 throughout the week. I am trying to get the third book done before the first one is released, that way I can make sure there are no continuity problems and I can move on to Tully & Rourke over the summer.
I'm very proud of myself this week, I exceeded my weekly goal by 39 words on Tuesday! I have 4253 words so far. I'm gonna try for 5000 words this week, so that's only 747 to go. Wish me luck!
I know I haven't been blogging as much as I probably should lately, but I have a real good excuse this time: I've been writing! I've managed to carve out some writing time between when Cay finishes his school work and when Danny comes home and with only a few exceptions it's been working pretty well.
My goals are 500 words per day, five days a week, and 3000 words per week. Yes, I know 5x500 does not equal 3000. I try to squeeze in an extra 500 throughout the week. I am trying to get the third book done before the first one is released, that way I can make sure there are no continuity problems and I can move on to Tully & Rourke over the summer.
I'm very proud of myself this week, I exceeded my weekly goal by 39 words on Tuesday! I have 4253 words so far. I'm gonna try for 5000 words this week, so that's only 747 to go. Wish me luck!
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
More Editing
I finally convinced my husband, Danny, to do a preliminary edit of the first Fayre Tales book. It took less threatening than I had anticipated. A simple here it is, do it now, was all. I now have two chapters lovingly marked up in red pen.
I have also managed to squeeze in almost four hours of writing yesterday and today, between Cay finishing his school and Danny getting home from work. It's not a lot, but I'm happy getting at least 500 words in a day.
Last night I started reading through the Second Fayre Tales book that I just finished writing. It's strange going back through and barely remembering writing what's on the page. With the first book I was constantly going back and re-reading it all the way through, but I didn't do that with this one. It was nice being able to see it with fresh eyes and I was pleasantly surprised with my own writing.
I'm writing book three of the trilogy now. I'm on the final leg of the race. Yeah!
I have also managed to squeeze in almost four hours of writing yesterday and today, between Cay finishing his school and Danny getting home from work. It's not a lot, but I'm happy getting at least 500 words in a day.
Last night I started reading through the Second Fayre Tales book that I just finished writing. It's strange going back through and barely remembering writing what's on the page. With the first book I was constantly going back and re-reading it all the way through, but I didn't do that with this one. It was nice being able to see it with fresh eyes and I was pleasantly surprised with my own writing.
I'm writing book three of the trilogy now. I'm on the final leg of the race. Yeah!
Thursday, February 19, 2009
Fayre Tales 2, The Vinegar Woman, Excerpt
In honor of the completion of the first draft of Fayre Tales Two, The Vinegar Woman; here is a special unedited sneak peek at the second installment of your soon to be favorite book (I hope=-).
“Fayre...Fayre,” Fayre opened her eyes, Medwin was at the foot of the tree, he raised an eyebrow at her. “Were you sleeping up there?”
“No, just thinking,” Fayre said as she sat up.
“About what Fadri said?”
“You heard?”
“He told me.”
“Oh,” she didn't want to mention that she was homesick.
Medwin smiled,“Do you mind if I come up there?”
“Uh, sure.”
Medwin climbed up the branch with just as much skill as Fayre had and sat himself next to her. They sat there for an uncomfortable moment or two. Fayre dangled her feet nervously.
“You know, not many Inches are tree climbers.”
“Really?”
“Without wings they're not very comfortable with heights.”
“I suppose that makes sense,” Fayre looked up at the smoke cloud, “What other odd Faery habits do I have that you've noticed?”
“Oh not many, you stuck mostly to the fruit last night, the not-afraid-of-heights thing, and you're very graceful, almost like you're floating.” Fayre blushed and turned away. “I'm sorry, I didn't mean to embarrass you.” Medwin reached out and placed his hand on Fayre's for a moment, then pulled it away as though he thought better of it. “I'm sorry, excuse me.”
Medwin turned and climbed down quickly, walked a few steps and paused. “Fayre?”
“Yes?”
“You'll do fine,I'm here for you,” he met her eyes with his, “I mean, we're here for you.” Quickly, he turned and walked away.
“Fayre...Fayre,” Fayre opened her eyes, Medwin was at the foot of the tree, he raised an eyebrow at her. “Were you sleeping up there?”
“No, just thinking,” Fayre said as she sat up.
“About what Fadri said?”
“You heard?”
“He told me.”
“Oh,” she didn't want to mention that she was homesick.
Medwin smiled,“Do you mind if I come up there?”
“Uh, sure.”
Medwin climbed up the branch with just as much skill as Fayre had and sat himself next to her. They sat there for an uncomfortable moment or two. Fayre dangled her feet nervously.
“You know, not many Inches are tree climbers.”
“Really?”
“Without wings they're not very comfortable with heights.”
“I suppose that makes sense,” Fayre looked up at the smoke cloud, “What other odd Faery habits do I have that you've noticed?”
“Oh not many, you stuck mostly to the fruit last night, the not-afraid-of-heights thing, and you're very graceful, almost like you're floating.” Fayre blushed and turned away. “I'm sorry, I didn't mean to embarrass you.” Medwin reached out and placed his hand on Fayre's for a moment, then pulled it away as though he thought better of it. “I'm sorry, excuse me.”
Medwin turned and climbed down quickly, walked a few steps and paused. “Fayre?”
“Yes?”
“You'll do fine,I'm here for you,” he met her eyes with his, “I mean, we're here for you.” Quickly, he turned and walked away.
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
The Vinegar Woman (FT Book 2) First Draft is DONE!
It is now 2:00 in the morning and I am done with the first draft of book two!
I decided that I had to finish it tonight if I didn't get a wink of sleep at all. Luckily, it didn't take such drastic measures, 2:00 a.m. isn't that late for me lately.
I've been avoiding writing for a while, for no good reason, and I finally got fed up with my lazy self.
Feels awesome to have TWO completed first drafts under my belt.
Now for book three...
I decided that I had to finish it tonight if I didn't get a wink of sleep at all. Luckily, it didn't take such drastic measures, 2:00 a.m. isn't that late for me lately.
I've been avoiding writing for a while, for no good reason, and I finally got fed up with my lazy self.
Feels awesome to have TWO completed first drafts under my belt.
Now for book three...
Monday, February 9, 2009
Buying Books! Yay!
Our tax return came on Friday so we just couldn't resist going to Barnes & Nobles on Saturday. It feels so good to buy books! I came home with four: Stardust, by Neil Gaiman; Good Omens, by Terry Prachett and Neil Gaiman; Anthem, by Ayn Rand; and Atlas Shrugged, by Ayn Rand.
So far I've read Stardust and Anthem and I have just started on Good Omens. I don't like bashing other authors, but Stardust left me disappointed. The story had promise but it felt sloppy and unfinished.
Anthem, on the other hand, was intriguing. It gets kind of confusing since all but the last two chapters are written in first person but only referring to the self as "we." This makes sense if you read the story. In it "I" does not exist, there is no self only the collective. It's a lot like the Borg collective. Wait, maybe it is the Borg collective.
Well, resistance is futile, whether you agree with it or not Anthem gets you thinking and I love that.
What are your favorite books? (I'm sure it must be impossible to just have one favorite book!)
So far I've read Stardust and Anthem and I have just started on Good Omens. I don't like bashing other authors, but Stardust left me disappointed. The story had promise but it felt sloppy and unfinished.
Anthem, on the other hand, was intriguing. It gets kind of confusing since all but the last two chapters are written in first person but only referring to the self as "we." This makes sense if you read the story. In it "I" does not exist, there is no self only the collective. It's a lot like the Borg collective. Wait, maybe it is the Borg collective.
Well, resistance is futile, whether you agree with it or not Anthem gets you thinking and I love that.
What are your favorite books? (I'm sure it must be impossible to just have one favorite book!)
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
Fayre Tales Excerpt #3
Fayre would often sit among the berries of a certain Rowan tree, were she could watch the young Faery children playing and flying about without being seen for her hair was near the color of the berries. She was daydreaming, working on another scenario where she was somehow reunited with her parents, if she had any. Maybe her parents were searching for her, for eighteen years. Anything's possible right?
The branch swayed a little when Jolly landed on it, Gery was his given name but it had since been changed to Jolly on account of his circumference. Fayre was too intent on a group of Faeries playing with some dandelion seeds in the breeze to notice. Had she turned at that moment her eyes would have fallen on a comical sight. One would think his excess width would be beneficial in balancing like the pole that tight-rope walkers carry, but this width was not as stationary as a tight-rope walkers pole, it tended to squish and shift at the most inopportune moments and throw the good Faery into a terrible wiggle.
It was a such wiggle that finally got Fayre's attention, “Oh, Jolly are you alright? How did you find me?” she asked as she grabbed his hand and helped him to a less precarious position. She had to hold tightly to a nearby twig while he settled his substantial weight and waited for him to catch his breath.
“Gran Melia told me where to find you,” he said, "She wanted me to bring you this, said you might be cold." He handed her the bright green shawl Gran had made for her. It was a pretty shawl but she hated wearing it, Faeries don't get cold. It was just another reminder that she didn't belong. "She told me to make sure you wear it, she doesn't want you getting sick again," Faeries don't get sick either.
The branch swayed a little when Jolly landed on it, Gery was his given name but it had since been changed to Jolly on account of his circumference. Fayre was too intent on a group of Faeries playing with some dandelion seeds in the breeze to notice. Had she turned at that moment her eyes would have fallen on a comical sight. One would think his excess width would be beneficial in balancing like the pole that tight-rope walkers carry, but this width was not as stationary as a tight-rope walkers pole, it tended to squish and shift at the most inopportune moments and throw the good Faery into a terrible wiggle.
It was a such wiggle that finally got Fayre's attention, “Oh, Jolly are you alright? How did you find me?” she asked as she grabbed his hand and helped him to a less precarious position. She had to hold tightly to a nearby twig while he settled his substantial weight and waited for him to catch his breath.
“Gran Melia told me where to find you,” he said, "She wanted me to bring you this, said you might be cold." He handed her the bright green shawl Gran had made for her. It was a pretty shawl but she hated wearing it, Faeries don't get cold. It was just another reminder that she didn't belong. "She told me to make sure you wear it, she doesn't want you getting sick again," Faeries don't get sick either.
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
Book Review: A Country Life, at Home in the English Countryside, by Roy Strong
I got this book by accident, it is not my usual type of reading material. Our local library has a very handy online catalog system that is great for looking up books and putting holds on them, from the convenience of your home computer.
That said, it is not without a few bugs; every once in a while it refuses to show you the thumbnail picture of the book's cover. This may not be a problem for most people but I love checking out design books and drooling over the pictures; I don't actually like to read them. This book came up in one of my searches and from the title I assumed it was another pretty picture book.
It wasn't.
I decided to read it anyway.
At first I was just dabbling to see if it held my attention and surprisingly it did.
This book is not a novel, it's not a story with a beginning, middle, and end. It's more like a series of blogs or diary entries. It's about a man, his wife, and a few cats and their life living in an English country house.
Each entry is short, two pages at most, and they are divided by season. Small--maybe insignificant--adventures and observations about the garden or the locals fill most of the pages. There is something so sweet about this book, it's peaceful.
Roy Strong's writing is just... I don't know what, I like it. In a novel it would probably sound overly pretentious, almost snobby, but here, to me at least it didn't. His writing reminds me of Jane Austen's style, he uses words intentionally, something that seems lost in a lot of writing. I'm not trying to say he is the next Jane Austen, though I'm sure he would appreciate it, but his writing smacks of irony in a very similar way.
My favorite entry is titled Walking the Cat. After losing one of their cats to a disease that is spread by feral cats, Roy and his wife decide against letting their new cats roam free. This results in the "need" to take their cats on daily walks. I had to read that entry to Danny, it was so cute.
I'm a little embarrassed to say this, but my own internal narrator speaks very much like Roy Strong writes.
I give this book five stars out of five. Some people may be bored by it (I hope not), but I thoroughly enjoyed it. If you're in the mood for a book, or a pace, that's a little different, give this one a try and don't forget to let me know what you think!
That said, it is not without a few bugs; every once in a while it refuses to show you the thumbnail picture of the book's cover. This may not be a problem for most people but I love checking out design books and drooling over the pictures; I don't actually like to read them. This book came up in one of my searches and from the title I assumed it was another pretty picture book.
It wasn't.
I decided to read it anyway.
At first I was just dabbling to see if it held my attention and surprisingly it did.
This book is not a novel, it's not a story with a beginning, middle, and end. It's more like a series of blogs or diary entries. It's about a man, his wife, and a few cats and their life living in an English country house.
Each entry is short, two pages at most, and they are divided by season. Small--maybe insignificant--adventures and observations about the garden or the locals fill most of the pages. There is something so sweet about this book, it's peaceful.
Roy Strong's writing is just... I don't know what, I like it. In a novel it would probably sound overly pretentious, almost snobby, but here, to me at least it didn't. His writing reminds me of Jane Austen's style, he uses words intentionally, something that seems lost in a lot of writing. I'm not trying to say he is the next Jane Austen, though I'm sure he would appreciate it, but his writing smacks of irony in a very similar way.
My favorite entry is titled Walking the Cat. After losing one of their cats to a disease that is spread by feral cats, Roy and his wife decide against letting their new cats roam free. This results in the "need" to take their cats on daily walks. I had to read that entry to Danny, it was so cute.
I'm a little embarrassed to say this, but my own internal narrator speaks very much like Roy Strong writes.
I give this book five stars out of five. Some people may be bored by it (I hope not), but I thoroughly enjoyed it. If you're in the mood for a book, or a pace, that's a little different, give this one a try and don't forget to let me know what you think!
Thursday, January 15, 2009
Attack of the Journal Fondler!
I love journals. For most of my life I could never justify getting one. On the rare occasion that I did find myself with journal in hand I could never bring myself to write in it. After all, how could my chicken-scratch adolescent scrawlings possibly be worthy of such a pretty cover? It's something I've wrestled with for years.Part of it was the cliche, teenage girls are supposed to have secret diaries that their little brothers are always trying to steal and make fun of. I've never liked the whole typical teenager "thing." While other girls were running up huge phone bills, I would quietly leave the room whenever the phone rang. I still don't like the phone, shouldn't everyone have email by now?
But what do you write in a journal? I'm a little old now to write about how "fine" my latest crush is (not to mention married). But according to most people writers are supposed to be journalers, though a few say it's just a waste of time.
I can't help it, every time we go to the local Barnes & Nobles I have to go look at the journals. They're all so pretty. I stand there in awe for a moment before I get sucked in and have to pick up each one, admire the binding, the artwork on the cover, and flip through the blank pages inside. When I have finished fondling each and every one, except of course the ones wrapped in plastic to thwart fondlers like me, I am pulled away to the comic book section by my husband, frustrated with myself for my inability to defile a journal.
Now I finally did it, I got a journal, several actually. And I have convinced myself that my writing, however unworthy, is acceptable content for a pretty journal.
After some initial pains, the most I've written since high school is grocery lists, I have learned how to use a pen again and I am loving it! The big pink one in the blurry picture is my favorite, it now houses the first two chapters of my next project "Tully & Rourke."
My advice to any fellow journal fondlers out there is to stop fondling and buy the journal whether your writing is worthy of the pretty cover or not. Happy journaling!
Friday, January 9, 2009
First Revision of Fayre Tales One is Done!!!
What an AWESOME feeling!
It's not ready for release yet, I still have some sections highlighted to beef up a bit and a few more brutal edits to perform, but I am now one step closer. For someone who never believed she could finish a first draft at all, I am so proud!
All of my life I have resigned myself to the "fact" that I'm just not someone who finishes things, I'm a starter, an idea girl. But not any more, welcome to the new me in 2009!
I have such an amazing group of friends supporting and encouraging me in both "real life" and Twitter, if I don't finish this book I EXPECT you all to hunt me down and make me.
And a bonus, I've finally decided on a subtitle. Fayre Tales book One is now Fayre Tales: The Rose Born.
Do you like?
Icing on the cake: Tonight is date-night, possibly the first ever since we got married. Is that perfect timing or what?
It's not ready for release yet, I still have some sections highlighted to beef up a bit and a few more brutal edits to perform, but I am now one step closer. For someone who never believed she could finish a first draft at all, I am so proud!
All of my life I have resigned myself to the "fact" that I'm just not someone who finishes things, I'm a starter, an idea girl. But not any more, welcome to the new me in 2009!
I have such an amazing group of friends supporting and encouraging me in both "real life" and Twitter, if I don't finish this book I EXPECT you all to hunt me down and make me.
And a bonus, I've finally decided on a subtitle. Fayre Tales book One is now Fayre Tales: The Rose Born.
Do you like?
Icing on the cake: Tonight is date-night, possibly the first ever since we got married. Is that perfect timing or what?
Wednesday, January 7, 2009
Impromtu Plugging
Husband Danny and I decided to tune in to the T.G.T. Webcomics podcast this Sunday and next thing we knew Danny was being roped for an impromptu interview since the original interviewee hadn't shown up yet. Turns out she was caught in the snow, she showed up later in the show.
Somehow during Danny's interview the topic turned to me and the guest strip I had done for Legend of Bill and Fayre Tales. Next thing I knew I had the headset on and was attempting to explain what Inches were while giggling nervously.
I'm only on for a short bit about midway in the show, but Danny and Marie Tary were great, a very worthy podcast.
The guys at T.G.T. are awesome you can give them a listen here.
Somehow during Danny's interview the topic turned to me and the guest strip I had done for Legend of Bill and Fayre Tales. Next thing I knew I had the headset on and was attempting to explain what Inches were while giggling nervously.
I'm only on for a short bit about midway in the show, but Danny and Marie Tary were great, a very worthy podcast.
The guys at T.G.T. are awesome you can give them a listen here.
Wednesday, December 31, 2008
Writing Mistake #1
OK this may be a shocker...
Writing mistake #1 is: NOT WRITING.
Now I knew this already, but silly me, I decided to take a break over Christmas.
Let me tell you, bad idea. I left off in a place I was having trouble with and instead of pushing through and just getting it done, I avoided it.
And what happens when you avoid something you don't want to tackle?
It gets worse.
So this week my Mom took the boys so I should have plenty of time to catch up on writing.
Wrong.
Monday I avoided writing (pleasant side-effect: the kitchen stayed spotless all day).
Tuesday I sat down to write and got only 124 words, and it was pulling teeth to get that.
Today was a little better, so far I've written 387 words and the going has been slightly easier.
The moral of this story is: don't stop writing!
Writing mistake #1 is: NOT WRITING.
Now I knew this already, but silly me, I decided to take a break over Christmas.
Let me tell you, bad idea. I left off in a place I was having trouble with and instead of pushing through and just getting it done, I avoided it.
And what happens when you avoid something you don't want to tackle?
It gets worse.
So this week my Mom took the boys so I should have plenty of time to catch up on writing.
Wrong.
Monday I avoided writing (pleasant side-effect: the kitchen stayed spotless all day).
Tuesday I sat down to write and got only 124 words, and it was pulling teeth to get that.
Today was a little better, so far I've written 387 words and the going has been slightly easier.
The moral of this story is: don't stop writing!
Monday, December 22, 2008
Ode to Calvin and Hobbes: Death of a Snowman
So we are snowed in.Really snowed in.
In an area where 2 inches is a blizzard, we got over a foot.
So Danny and I went for a short walk and I was... well... inspired!
What started as just one quick snowman turned into seven (one is hiding from the camera), which turned into a whole scene inspired by Bill Watterson's Snow Goons from the Calvin and Hobbes comic strip.
I know I haven't talked about writing very much lately, so you'll just have to be content with a literary reference and an update on the Snoy-man.
And by the way, Merry Christmas!
Thursday, December 18, 2008
Our Day in the Snow
Here's what we did today...
My husband Danny, of oycomics.com, had the wild idea to make an Oy snowman. If you don't know what an "Oy" is then check out the link above.
We both built it up, Danny did the eyes and I did the coloring job, snow cone style. I used food coloring and water in a spray bottle.
Isn't he cute?
More pictures here.
Watch us build it here.
Legend of Bill Guest Comic Strip!!!
Hey all, check out Legend Of Bill today http://tinyurl.com/4oaa69, you know who drew that comic? Huh? Huh?
That's right it's me!
A while ago LOB cartoonist David Reddick sent a call out for people to submit guest strips and I decided to give it a try. Anyway, how hard could it be, right?
Well, pretty hard actually.
This was my first comic strip EVER and I'm very proud of how it turned out, so please check it out and while you're there go ahead and read through the archives. LOB is a top notch comic by the professional cartoonist/comics creator: The Trek Life,Gene's Journal, RodandBarry, Reddickulous and Garfield. So here's the link again http://tinyurl.com/4oaa69 check it out!
That's right it's me!
A while ago LOB cartoonist David Reddick sent a call out for people to submit guest strips and I decided to give it a try. Anyway, how hard could it be, right?
Well, pretty hard actually.
This was my first comic strip EVER and I'm very proud of how it turned out, so please check it out and while you're there go ahead and read through the archives. LOB is a top notch comic by the professional cartoonist/comics creator: The Trek Life,Gene's Journal, RodandBarry, Reddickulous and Garfield. So here's the link again http://tinyurl.com/4oaa69 check it out!
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
Fayre Tales Excerpt #2, What Do You Think?
Faeries are a kind people. Rumors to the contrary are merely rumors, nothing more. Though, as a people it is hardly fair to expect every individual to be entirely good, just as it is unfair to assume any one individual to be entirely bad. The good have bad in them and the bad have good in them, for each individual has his individual temptations. But suffice it to say, Faeries are a kind people.
Fayre lived with such a people. It had always been painfully obvious that she was not one of them, most obviously, she had no wings. Gran Melia had never been able to explain why; was something wrong with her or was she even a Faery? No one seemed to know. They did their best to help her, though, they made stairs up to their village among the branches, and bridges here and there. But while she was thankful for all their kindness, with every step up the long stairs her heart sank lower in the knowledge that she would never truly fit in.
Fayre lived with such a people. It had always been painfully obvious that she was not one of them, most obviously, she had no wings. Gran Melia had never been able to explain why; was something wrong with her or was she even a Faery? No one seemed to know. They did their best to help her, though, they made stairs up to their village among the branches, and bridges here and there. But while she was thankful for all their kindness, with every step up the long stairs her heart sank lower in the knowledge that she would never truly fit in.
Tuesday, December 9, 2008
I Left My Grasp of Punctuation in the 6th Grade
Sometimes I feel like writing with no punctuation whatsoever and letting Danny (darling husband and editor) fill it in later.
My main problem seems to be commas. Sometimes I sprinkle them on, a, bit, too, liberally. Other times I hold back and for fear of putting them in the wrong spot omit them entirely.
Then there are the semi-colons; ugh.
When is it a semi-colon and not a normal colon or a comma? Whenever you see a semi-colon in my writing you can be pretty sure it's Danny's doing; I am truly hopeless with the darn things.
I've gotten so bad, I've started second guessing every mark of punctuation on my page: quotation, apostrophe, even periods
I like punctuation, I do. It can make a piece sparkle, used just right.
So enough with all the punctuation doubting. I'll sprinkle it here and there in the hopes that with time and practice, it loses a bit of its ominous-ness.
My main problem seems to be commas. Sometimes I sprinkle them on, a, bit, too, liberally. Other times I hold back and for fear of putting them in the wrong spot omit them entirely.
Then there are the semi-colons; ugh.
When is it a semi-colon and not a normal colon or a comma? Whenever you see a semi-colon in my writing you can be pretty sure it's Danny's doing; I am truly hopeless with the darn things.
I've gotten so bad, I've started second guessing every mark of punctuation on my page: quotation, apostrophe, even periods
I like punctuation, I do. It can make a piece sparkle, used just right.
So enough with all the punctuation doubting. I'll sprinkle it here and there in the hopes that with time and practice, it loses a bit of its ominous-ness.
No Charge
So for a quick overview of last week's progress, I managed 3,382 words and the total elimination of what was supposed to be a decent chunk of the story in book two.
I was humming along writing the lead-up to a trial that was supposed to span at least two chapters, when I suddenly realized I had no charge. You can't have a trial without some form of charge and for it to carry any weight, any significance, it can't be a weeny charge.
All I had was a politician lying, whoo-hoo. That's so... um...
So, the trial was dismissed and I was left with a gaping hole; I had to go back to the outline.
I think the new version is much stronger and I'm kind of glad the trial didn't work out as planned; I was really dreading it.
I was humming along writing the lead-up to a trial that was supposed to span at least two chapters, when I suddenly realized I had no charge. You can't have a trial without some form of charge and for it to carry any weight, any significance, it can't be a weeny charge.
All I had was a politician lying, whoo-hoo. That's so... um...
So, the trial was dismissed and I was left with a gaping hole; I had to go back to the outline.
I think the new version is much stronger and I'm kind of glad the trial didn't work out as planned; I was really dreading it.
Monday, November 24, 2008
Time (Initiative) to Write
Wow, 865 words!
Almost sounds good when you say it that way, but really, that's only about three pages. Kind of pathetic, but I won't bore you with lame excuses.
How do you find the time to write?
As a home-school mom, there is no time without the kids, unless my Mom takes them for a day or a weekend (thank you, Mom!). I've tried writing whenever inspiration hits, but when you're doing nothing but waiting, inspiration barely ever does hit. I've tried writing at night after the boys go to bed, but I never seem to be able to focus very well, and if I do hit a good groove I end up staying up 'til 3am! Lately, I've been trying to get up earlier in the morning, but not ten minutes after I get up, two obnoxious boys are up and bouncing off the walls! The duct tape is looking more and more tempting every morning!
Then there's the "compound effect": the less writing I get done the harder it is to write!
I started this morning with 323 words so hopefully that will compound into a more productive week. Wish me luck!
If you have suggestions or ideas for finding time to write please comment! I would love to hear your ideas!
Almost sounds good when you say it that way, but really, that's only about three pages. Kind of pathetic, but I won't bore you with lame excuses.
How do you find the time to write?
As a home-school mom, there is no time without the kids, unless my Mom takes them for a day or a weekend (thank you, Mom!). I've tried writing whenever inspiration hits, but when you're doing nothing but waiting, inspiration barely ever does hit. I've tried writing at night after the boys go to bed, but I never seem to be able to focus very well, and if I do hit a good groove I end up staying up 'til 3am! Lately, I've been trying to get up earlier in the morning, but not ten minutes after I get up, two obnoxious boys are up and bouncing off the walls! The duct tape is looking more and more tempting every morning!
Then there's the "compound effect": the less writing I get done the harder it is to write!
I started this morning with 323 words so hopefully that will compound into a more productive week. Wish me luck!
If you have suggestions or ideas for finding time to write please comment! I would love to hear your ideas!
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
Post Numero Uno
Wow, my first blog! isn't that super duper fantastico!
Hey doods I'm writing a book, but it's not out yet so I'm gonna bug you about it every week or so until it, like, is out, yeah...
Is there an un-corny way to start this?
My husband's advise: You're the writer.
Thanks dear.
Here goes...
Fayre Tales is my first book, my first trilogy actually. O.K. insert elevator pitch here:
Fayre Tales is about two societies, Inches, who are forced to live underground by an evil dictator, and Faeries, who don't believe in the existence of Inches. When Fayre (an Inche) is born in a Faery village events are put in motion that may cause the two societies to collide... again.
Ooh! Are you interested yet? Still working on the elevator pitch.
Here's some more about me: I only ever wanted to write one book, I had never even entertained the idea of being an author full time. Someone should have warned me that just like potato chips you can't have just one book. Guess I probably wouldn't have listened though.
At the moment I am about half way through the first draft of book two and continuing work on editing book one. Like many writers before me I am discovering the thrill of getting to know the characters I am writing about. Even with a basic outline to work from it is so exciting to get to see what's just around the next bend in the road, the next page in the book, it's both exhilarating and terrifying!
My goal here is to update about once a week or so with insights into my writing process and maybe an occasional excerpt from one of the books. Speaking of excerpts, here's one to get you started:
Gran was busy making plans of her own, she stopped to visit Jolly. He shouldn't be too hard to convince, she would just need to make it seem like it was his idea. Of course that's not an extremely difficult thing for a female of any species, but she didn't want the council to know that she had any involvement in it or they might forbid him to go.
Jolly was sitting on the front porch dangling his pudgy feet over the edge, “Hi, Gran, it's a lovely evening, isn't it.”
“I'm sorry to say, I hadn't really noticed, Jolly.” She said sighing.
“Come sit, Gran, tell me what's the matter,” Jolly was always such a nice kid, thought Gran with a smile. She sat down next to him dangling her feet too.
“Fayre came back today,” Jolly looked at her with surprise and couldn't hide the smile on his face, “She said she found something, she's determined to go and search for her people.”
“Her people?” Jolly asked surprised, “then she's not a Faery after all?”
“No, Jolly, she's not,” she paused and sighed, “I have to say I'm worried about her.” Well, she wasn't lying. Hopefully he'd catch the bait.
“She's going by herself?” he looked worried, good, “but that's dangerous, she can't go by herself!”
“There's nothing I can do, Jolly.” Gran tried not to look at him, it was working well. Who knew old Gran Melia could be so devious! She tried not to laugh out loud.
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