I caved and ordered these two beauties!
COLD SPELL (Fairytale Retellings, #4) by Jackson Pearce
REBEL SPRING (Falling Kingdoms, #2) by Morgan Rhodes
They should arrive before the end of next week, the end of this week if I’m lucky, at which time I shall devour them!
ENDLESS (The Violet Eden Chapters, #4) by Jessica Shirvington
(a.k.a. the current distraction from my laptop problems, and I’m already more than halfway through!)
I’m pretty sure my laptop is a goner without professional help, but professional help is going to cost about $150. Honestly, I might as well trade this one in and get a new laptop.
So… this afternoon I shall persuade my mom to take me to BestBuy to check out this lovely Sony Vaio.
Little known fact: I almost picked the Sony Vaio originally. I SHOULD have picked it originally after all the grief my Lenovo has given me. I’m also going to bring in my Lenovo and ask about their trade in deal, see if it’s worth it.
I literally sighed in RELIEF when I read the third line. I’m so happy you didn’t lose any writing D:
I got Dropbox a while ago, before I got the laptop, because this desktop isn’t the best either (it’s about 10 years old and probably has a whole bunch of little viruses on it). Dropbox has saved me many a time since.
I AM FOREVER INDEBTED TO DROPBOX!
UPDATE ON LAPTOP ISSUE:
After a long, long sleep, I have reset the laptop. Like, completely wiped EVERYTHING (much to my annoyance).
But don’t panic! All my writing is in Dropbox. I’m not THAT stupid!
But all my music is gone, and movies. Good thing I hadn’t accumulated a lot since I last had to reset it, through it’ll still take time to build everything back up
My laptop (Lenovo U510) is being an ass again. It won’t load past the Lenovo loading screen. I tried everything except the reset option because I really don’t want it to come down to that (though it probably will).
This happened two months ago as well. I was just surfing the internet or playing solitaire or listening to music, whatever and it just… froze. The trackpad wouldn’t work. I was forced to shut it down the not good way by pressing the button. But when I turned it back on… nothing, well it loaded, got me to the lock screen, then… nothing. I was forced to reset it and lost all my music, movies, and pictures (though thankfully none of my writing; that’s all in my Dropbox).
But honestly? It’s always been like this. At the beginning (in April) there were only little itsy bitsy signs, not enough to return it before the two weeks was up. I’d been warned about the glitchy trackpad, but this is beyond a minor glitch. It just stops responding to EVERYTHING. Most times the restart brings it back, but this time and the other time in October? Nope.
I don’t know what’s wrong. I don’t know if it’s the actual computer or if it’s what I’ve put on it or what I’m doing with it (which is basically just writing, surfing, listening to music, watching movies, playing solitaire).
Today while I’m out I’m going to ask if we can go to BestBuy (where I bought it) and have them check it out. It’s still on warranty for 4 more months (thank god!) so it shouldn’t be much of a hassle… I hope.
I watched [a movie] last night. There were MANY THINGS about it that were similar to or the same as how I’m picturing CHILD OF THE ESSENCE. I actually made a LIST of all the similarities (as well as the similarities between CotE and Tangled) this morning, my goal being to steer as FAR AWAY from them as possible when I commence writing next week.
But then I realized… WHY SHOULD I CARE?!
(also, this little exchange happened with Emily Kate Johnston, soon-to-be-published author of THE STORY OF OWEN)
CHILD OF THE ESSENCE is MY story. It’s coming from MY brain, has been in my brain since before I watched this said movie, months before, almost a year before. Sure there are similarities. ALL books have at least one other book that it’s similar to, same goes for movies, and books and movies. Yes, there will be those people who will eventually read my story and go “That’s from whatsits! You plagiarist, you!” But there will also be those people who have never heard of the similar thing and be like “I love this story!” (hopefully)
Also, my exposition of the story is different. I know that for a fact.
I will never be able to erase the fact that I saw this movie and recognized the similarities, but I can try to ignore it and write the story I originally planned to write, a story tailored to me and me alone, not a carbon copy of said movie, or a book based on what other people want. If I love this story when I’m finally finished with it, other people will like it.
/END OF DISCUSSION
Originally titled YAhistofant, I began this story of Magda at the beginning of February of this year 2013 and I immediately fell in love. I know that’s not really an anomaly when it’s your own novel, but this was different from the others. Magda holds so much innocence at the beginning of the story, an innocence I sometimes find myself in.
Here is the opening of CHILD OF THE ESSENCE (more info about it here). Feel free to send feedback through my ask. Anything that will help, even a “This is good” or “This is bad”. I really don’t care. I just want your opinions! (please)
On the morning of my sixteenth birthday, as I doze in and out of my inner fantasies, a large gloved hand sweeps the hair from my forehead. I peek one eye open, shifting on my bed to see who it is, and the corner of my mouth lifts.
All week he hinted he was planning something for my birthday, teasing me as I followed him on his afternoon duties. And now here he is, sitting on the edge of my bed with stubble on his cheeks and a curly mess of brown hair hanging to his chin. He wears his guard uniform. He must have been relieved from duty only minutes ago, but his eyes are bright and alert with excitement.
Grabbing his arm, I curl my fingers around it, keeping it close to my body, and close my eyes once more. I don’t want to get out of bed. For one thing, it is ridiculously early; dawn has yet to arrive, starlight still visible and a cool spring breeze wafting through my open window. And it is my birthday. I should be able to choose when I wish to wake up.
But Richard doesn’t wait for my consent. In one big swooping motion that sets my heart beating much too fast to be normal, he lifts me from the mattress and cradles me against his armoured chest. With my boots over his shoulder and my cardigan on my lap, he carries me down the stairs, through the empty corridors of the manor. The way he holds me, snugly against his chest, fills me with his warmth. I find myself falling asleep again in his arms until the scent of the stables reaches my nose and I’m brought back to the waking world with all its smells and sights and sounds.
At the rear of the manor, the stables are dank and dark, but when we enter them I clearly spot my favourite horse, Dolly’s tawny silhouette chewing methodically while she waits outside her stall. A saddle is already strapped onto her back, the bags bulging with supplies for our ride.
Richard sets me onto a bench beside Dolly’s stall and begins lacing my boots.
“Where are we going?” I say, scrubbing at my eyes. Nothing ever happens this early in the morning. The flies that usually swarm the horses in the daylight aren’t even buzzing, though I spot a few crawling along the tops of the nearby stalls, sluggish and dismissive of Richard’s and my closeness. Maybe he wants to show me the sunrise, though I’ve seen it many times before from my window.
Richard finishes lacing one boot and goes to work on the other, not lifting his eyes to mine, but his ears quirk under the curls of his hair telling me he’s smiling. “Have you ever heard of a surprise?”
Yes, and I despise them.
He finishes with the other boot and I slip my arms into my cardigan. Richard lifts me onto the saddle, then swings up behind me, his hands grazing my sides as he handles the reins and nudges Dolly into motion.
It starts off as a slow canter as we move away from the stables, then our speed increases to a gallop. In a dazed state, my head lolls back against Richard and I rest my eyes waiting for our motion to stop. I think of where he’s taking me. Nowhere I have not been; I have been pretty much everywhere within the priest’s property. I’ve spent almost my whole life here, after all.
(Holy crap! This ended up being A LOT longer than I thought.)
You remember that YA fantasy novel I started back in February code named YAhistofant? Well, I have returned to it! But this time it has an actual title: CHILD OF THE ESSENCE! Well, it’s had a title for a while, but I was hesitant to tell you because… I don’t know.
There is a reason I have gone back to it. This past weekend, apropos of Black Friday and all that, Writer Therapy was offering a free first page critique to all their email subscribers. And because I jump at the chance to get my writing crit’d, I accepted the offer. But I didn’t know WHICH of my projects to use. I went through them all looking for one that stood out, one that I thought was good but needed another pair of eyes to confirm or deny. I narrowed it down to 3: BCSBM, FuPASpFaNo, and YAhistofant. The first two I like, but I didn’t think they were quite right for this (honestly, I’m waiting for a full first chapter crit for those), so, YAhistofant won out.
Honestly, I absolutely love CHILD OF THE ESSENCE’s opening. I don’t know what it is about it that makes me love it so much, but I think it has something to do with Magda, the main character’s blatant innocence throughout. I realized this only yesterday, but Magda is actually a lot like Rapunzel from Disney’s Tangled in more ways the more I think about it. (I thought maybe this was because I’d watched Tangled a week or so before CotE’s idea initially hit, but no. I watched it in April after I’d run out of things to write for CotE and moved on the BCSBM. But I think I’ll watch it this weekend just so I can jot down all the things I should AVOID, you know?)
ANYWAY, the critique the kind, awesome people at Writer Therapy conducted was really helpful. They said there were a lot of good things, but it was like it was floating in the air. There was nothing to root you in the scene until later on and the fact that it was later on raised a lot of questions. I also always have horrible pacing and CotE wasn’t an exception. I want to get to the gist of the scene so fast that I sometimes forget to describe the surroundings and the character’s feelings and such. And sometimes the words I choose hold so little feeling that it’s hard to tell what is actually going on and whether it’s right or wrong or whatever. So thank you to the people at Writer Therapy for pointing all these things out. IT’S ALWAYS GOOD TO HAVE ANOTHER PAIR OF EYES READ YOUR WORK. ALWAYS.
Which brings me to my next point: posting this opening for you all to see! I know I’ve posted a lot of my beginnings on here before, but this time I’d really appreciate feedback. Anything from “It’s good” from “It’s bad” to a detailed list of everything that’s wrong. I just want to know what other people think because I can never trust my own opinion when it comes to my own writing.
So, later today (once I’ve finished applying all of the suggestions Writer Therapy gave) I’m going to post CHILD OF THE ESSENCE’s opening. It’s about 500 words. All you have to do, if you choose, is to read it (obviously) then send me an ask or fan mail or whatever telling me what you think. That’s all. If you don’t want to, that’s your choice and I’m fine with it, but I’d like SOME feedback.
So until later today…
My attempt at one of those Christmas book trees. Wow, yeah, it’s pretty pathetic.
My prettiful family! I am the very, very pale one in the back if you didn’t already know. (also, is my hair really that dull of a colour??)
Novelist error messages.
This is pure genius.