Showing posts with label picnik. Show all posts
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Wednesday, July 13, 2011

Horror Writing

My favorite quote.  It's by John Jakes.
Alright, I don't have much to post today, so I'm going to wing it, because I told a friend I would post if she posted.  So, first, a picture to start a discussion. 


Another fancy thing you can do with picnik.
Anyway, in case the handwriting's too fancy for you, the picture says, "Be yourself.  Above all, let who you are, what you are, and what you believe shine through every sentence you write, every piece you finish."
This inspires me to be myself. Amazing isn't it, that it would inspire me to do what it tells me too?  Yeah, yeah, lame, I know...
So, because I'm still stuck.....
CAMP NANOWRIMO UPDATE!
I don't think I need to post the cover this time, so I'll just tell you how far behind I am and everything.
 So far, there has been no kidnapping, the MC is not very main at the moment, I'm behind nearly five thousand words, and my plot isn't sturdy.  Welcome to the realm of Horror Writing.  No not that kind of writing, the kind that's so terribly written it makes you scream and run far, far, away.
Actually, I don't think mine's that bad ( I hope not, anyway).  At the very least, I have an antagonist now.
We're all struggling through week two together now.  In my opinion, it's the worst, simply from all the time wasted staring at the computer screen and thinking, maybe if I keep staring it'll do something all by itself!  I guarantee you that won't happen; it's like staring at the Christmas presents hoping that you'll suddenly gain x-ray vision.
So, as some random NaNo person who sends you NaNo mail once a week says: figure out what your MC really wants, put it on a plate on the highest shelf you can find, and burn the ladder.  Also, throw in some crocodiles and stuff to keep it interesting (no, stepping on a piece of gum on a shiny, new, metal ladder won't work either).
Have I rambled enough yet?
~Charlotte Grace, the Mind Traveler

Tuesday, July 05, 2011

Camp NaNo Update

Okay, unless you live in a cave on Greenland, you'll have read my last post and know what Camp Totally Amazing Awesome NaNoWriMo is.  If you didn't click the link last time, DO IT!!!!!!
So, again, about my novel, here's excerpts, cover, synopsis, la di da di da.

Google and Picnik are the most amazing things evah!!






 Synopsis that I'm making up on the spot: 
Sashrera was a normal girl, but now she is a Wolf and little does she know that her whole world is about to change again.
Misty and Eliza are normal girls out for a camping trip with Misty's family when one mishap changes the course of history.
Jagger and Cahya are two seventeen-year-old criminals who spend their time being older then they really are.  On a trip to California, they end up mixed in with the fate of the world.
The elves are peace-loving and they know that the whole world is in danger from an evil so great that it can never be destroyed, only bottled up.  The bottle is about to break and four species must unite together with a chosen one to save everything.
[That was terrible, and very, very, very cliche]

 Excerpt!:
                The figure stepped forward.  It was slender with toned skin and strong muscles.  It appeared to be graceful yet hardy, a creature who spent its days out in the sun, one who has seen much.  Black hair flowed from its scalp, giving it a more feminine appearance.
                “Yev’nar doesth?”  Finally, a language Sashrera understood.  Wolf Speak for, “Who are you?”
                “Why do you wish to know?” Sashrera asked.
                “You are different from other wolves.  You speak intelligently; you are alone.  Alternatively, do I wish to know what you are?”  The being had a silvery voice.  Sashrera immediately thought of the stories she used to read.  An elf?
                “I am a wolf on the outside, but not on the inside.”
                “I can see that.  What is on the inside?”
                “I do not know if I can trust you.”
                “True.  I do not know if I can trust you either.”
                “Then we have a dilemma.”
                Sashrera stood where she was so she could turn and run at any moment and she did not dare turn her back.  She wondered if the creature could sense fear, because she surely reeked of it at the moment.
                “I will begin with me.  I am an elf.  My clan has come because we sense a change in the patterns of magic here.  Do you know anything of it?”  the elf asked her.
                The wolf felt like responding with, “Do I ever?”  but she refrained and said, “Some.”
                “You will not tell me?”
                Sashrera pondered a moment before saying, “I was once not a wolf, but a human.”
                “I see.  Your name?”  The elves tone changed once she mentioned human.  Sashrera couldn’t help but think, Oh no!  Humans are meddling with magic now!  We all shall die!
                “Yours first.”
                The elf sighed in defeat.  “My name is Mrinal, the Lotus Stalk.”
                “My former name was Trisha, noble.  Now it is Sashrera, the Hidden Hero.”
                “What do you know of the magical disturbances?”
                Sashrera eyed the elf once again.  She was dressed in a skin-tight shirt made of a shimmery fabric and rather short shorts of the same green material.   Slung over her back was a bow and arrows, at her side, a knife.
                A typical cliché elf, Sashrera thought.  “I can take you to someone who understands better.”  The thought of taking an elf to Zotnoke was intimidating.  She had already brought him a dragon twice, and both times, he was unhappy.  Would an elf be any different?
                “Take me to him.”
                The demand took Sashrera by surprise, so she answered a bit randomly, “Do you wish to bring any of your clan?”
                “Nay, I can protect myself.”  Sashrera managed to interpret that as, “If he attacks me, you’ll find him in little tiny pieces.”
                “Follow me.”  Although the once human felt uncomfortable with not keeping an eye on the hunter, she was determined to show that she was not afraid, no matter how big of a lie it was.



Soooooooo, there it is.  My amazing novel that is sure to make it on the New York best seller list.  You'll be reading these great fantasies to your kids someday! ~sarcasm~

~Charlotte Grace, the Mind Traveler