Thursday, October 19, 2017

October footnotes

Is that time again, lovelies.
Time for a prompt, and a quote, followed by my mindless rambling.
Oddly enough, this months prompt inspired very little rambling. It-
Well, here it is, first of all.

A Quotation from a Poem

This one made me really excited, I'll admit. First off, when I was younger, I HATED poetry. With a bloody passion. I just couldn't see the point in it. The thing was, I WANTED to like it. All the good book characters were always spouting off bits of poetic nonsense. I should like it. So I quite literally forced myself to read poetry. Which in turn led me to discovering that I can actually write poetry fairly decently. And you know what? I still hate most of it, and find it generally pointless. 
EXCEPT for a select few lucky verses that I'm particularly fond of, and that actually hold some meaning. 

The first poem I thought of is by Emily Dickinson, and the only line I know is I heard a fly buzz when I died. There's a whole lot more to the poem, but I don't care for it much. The first line was quite enough for the morbidly enfatuated junior high me. When she died did she hear a fly? Or did she hear a fly and then die? Makes you wonder a little bit every time you hear one of the pesky critters. 

I also like the one that says Do not go gently into that dark night, rage rage against the dying of the light. I should know who wrote it, a man I believe, but my data is almost out and I'm too lazy to look up the actual poem. I like it though, mostly because I love the word rage, but also because it's kind of my life's motto, or one of many at least. 

But the one I decided to officially quote today is Emily Dickinson's I'm nobody. 

It reads as follows:

I'm nobody! Who are you?
Are you nobody, too?
Then there's a pair of us — don't tell!
They'd banish us, you know.

How dreary to be somebody!
How public, like a frog
To tell your name the livelong day
To an admiring bog!

I love this poem because it adds a bit of flare to the mundane. There's lots of supposed nobody's in the world. Those people who didn't make the best seller list, or get the role, or write the hit single. Those people who just do their job, mostly faceless, day by day. They're not glamorous, they just are. 
But apparently, they're special. If it's worth being banished over, there's definitely something of interest there. (By the way, the original published version is the way to go, I don't know why they had to mess it up in the transcript version)

As for myself, I rather fancy the idea of being banished. 

Saturday, October 14, 2017

Beautiful Books, Month 1

Hello lovelies!

It's that time of the year where people start gearing up for Nanowrimo, or national novel writing month, in other words, November when crazy people try to write a fifty thousand word book in one month.

As such, Beautiful People turns into Beautiful Books, and we tell you about what we are writing for nano, or else what we are writing in general if we're not quite on full nano level of crazy.

I personally know I'm that crazy, because I've done it before and won it, but have failed since then, and haven't actually tried the last couple years. I'm tempted though. So very tempted.

So for this set of questions I'll tell you about two stories. The one I'm actually writing right now, and the one I'm debating starting up in November. Alright?

The story I'm currently writing is called Code White, a snow white retelling I'm desperately trying to finish in time for the Rooglewood Press contest. (Yes, I want to submit two)

The second is a little tidbit that is currently titled Young Guns, but that will have to change, obviously

But anyway, on to the questions.

What inspired the idea for your novel, and how long have you had the idea?
Code White: The contest ultimately, but this picture also played a key role 
As for how long I've had the idea? About three months. 

Now Young Guns was actually inspired by the Eye of the Tiger song. Don't ask how. I was just driving home from work with it playing (because I'm cool like that) and this image of cowboy gangsters popped into my head. I've had this idea for at least a year, maybe longer. I cringe to even say that because for as old as it is, it's severely under developed. 

Describe what your novel is about!

Code White is a futuristic retelling of Snow White, but the huntsman is actually an undercover agent for a neighboring country sent to win Snowe over to their side and overthrow the wicked stepmothers rule. 

Young Guns is is about a post apocalyptic town in Wyoming where you're in a gang if you're going to stay alive. One old guy controls the biggest gang around and holds the town. Everyone's afraid of him but follows him because he's like the only one his age around, so if he managed to survive the fallout he must know something. Young guns picks up when a new guy comes to town without a gang and challenges everything the old man says....also, none of them have names yet. And I think there's a girl. 

What is your book’s aesthetic? Use words or photos or whatever you like!

Code White

Young Guns 

Introduce us to each of your characters!

We'll start with the easy ones. 

Snowe is princess of Kingdom Sepratum. My notes say she's sixteen. I guess I forgot to mention that in the story. Note to self. When she's in her natural look, she's got black hair, pale skin, and green eyes. She typically likes to stick to this basic look and just accentuate it, with things like sparkling eye lenses, lip colors, and metallic highlights. Her father died several years back, she never knew her mother, and she now lives with her step mother queen Centra. She's a tough sort, not overly prone to whining, but she doesn't let people get away with much either. 

Vax is my huntsman character. He's seventeen, likes to spike his hair, and he can't manage much of a beard so he grows a gotee. He wears too much eyeliner, and has lots of tattoos and he thinks he's God's gift to the world. Very sassy, but he is hiding a chip on his shoulder beneath the devilish grin. 

And John, because I can't help it. He's one of my dwarf characters and partmof the team of Americans sent into Kingdom sepratum to get Snowe. He's old. Like, seriously old. We're talking like sixty years old, just short of being alive during the second civil war. He's half crazy, and a red blooded hot headed American, though he was not actually alive to see the original. He likes to act like he knows all about the good old days and he drives everyone nuts referencing things none of the others have ever heard of. Did I mention he wears a stuffed fox on his hat?

In Young Guns things get a bit more tricky. I've kicked around at least fifty names by now and can't seem to decide on any. 

One of the main characters is a younger guy, somewhere in his twenties. I think his name starts with a C. Maybe Cole or something. Anyway, his dad was one of the old timers who survived the fallout, and who originally came from the settlement in Cody Wyoming. He died some years back, but he passed on a secret to Cole? And he's set out to expose it. He's very task oriented, doesn't get distracted by much, a very good fast draw, and has absolutely no idea how to have a good time. 

The second main character is a girl who's in her late teens. So far her name is Calgary but we'll see. She lives in Cody and is one of the saloon girls for the gang boss. She's fiesty, and a dang good shot if you make her mad. 

And the villain, has no name, but he's an old timer and basically stays in power by reputation and an army of young guns who can whip his enemies for him, beause he's actually too washed up to do so. He's built his empire around the idea that he's got some secret knowledge to survive the world they live in, and that there's no where else to go if the people cross his wishes. Which kind of backfires when possibly Cole marches into town from the place that was supposedly uninhabitable. 

How do you prepare to write? (Outline, research, stocking up on chocolate, howling, etc.?)

Well for code white I did some research on the terrain and climate of Massachusetts. Not to mention Pinterest. I needed lots of futuristic technology ideas. I also looked through hundreds of pictures from Paris Fashion week.

For Young Guns, I mostly listen to music.
Eye of the tiger
Undefeated by skillet
Money and fame
Hard love
Great night
By needtobreathe have all been crucial story development songs

What are you most looking forward to about this novel?

For Code White, the end! Not because I hate it, I just want to get it done. But also getting to introduce John more. He's hilarious in my imagination. 

For Young Guns, I'm really looking forward to developing the story, and finding out more about the characters. Plus gun fights. 

List 3 things about your novel’s setting.

Code white takes place in what used to be Massachusetts. Most of the story so far has taken place in a bunker under a tree. Fashion is a large part of the setting. 

Young guns, think old West reenactment town. 

It's in the pretty part of Wyoming, near Cody.
There doesn't appear to be any civilizations anywhere else. 

What’s your character’s goal and who (or what) stands in the way?

Um, Snowe is a very reluctant accomplice I guess you'd say, but ultimately her goal is to make her people happy, and Queen Centra poses a rather obnoxious threat to that goal. 

Young Guns, the main character is the boy, who really needs a dang name, but his goal is to tell the townspeople the truth, about their own town, and about what else is out there. The big gang Lord old guy is in the way of that goal. 

How does your protagonist change by the end of the novel?

Snowe turns into a leader, as opposed to the beginning where she's a bit naive and too sassy and entitled for her own good. 

I don't know how HE changes (that's his new name) . I'll figure it out. I feel like part of it involves opening up to people, letting loose a bit and relaxing, living beyond revenge. 

What are your book’s themes? How do you readers to feel when the story is over?

I'm very very bad at either writing themes or identifying them if I accidentally did write a theme. I think truth plays a big role in both of them. For Snowe, it would be so much easier to bury her nose in a story screen and pretend all was well, but that's not in her people's best interest. Also, she discovers a lot of truth about the world, and being open minded and letting some of your preconditioned beliefs down when looking at a new situation. 

Young guns should also have an unhealthy dosage of revenge in there somewhere. 

Tuesday, September 26, 2017

I'd Rather Be Reading

Hello Mates! 
I trust that everything is going well with you. Do please forgive my lack of posts the last few weeks. 
I rekindled a long lost love, so to speak, and posts went by the wayside. 
Meaning, I've turned into the junior high version of myself that constantly had her nose in a book and was the star of the local library's reading program. Obviously, I'm too old for the reading program now, but there was a long stretch of time where the librarian didn't know who I was when I went in because it happened so rarely. 
She and I are now on a first name basis, and know who each other's families are. 

Here's the deal. When you have a five month old baby, you spend a lot of time feeding and rocking. It's hard to write while feeding, depending on which arm you use, but I can read with either hand. So I read while munchkin snacks. 

And boy have I been going through books. 
I suppose we have The Outsiders to thank for that, because after finishing it I had to read Tex and Rumble Fish too. (Why are they such depressingly wonderful horrifically depressing stories????) 

After that, I read a few Janette Oke novels, just to satisfy that tiny part of me that enjoys romance without angst. It's a very small par mind you. I only made it to book three in the Love Comes Softly series before bouncing to something more sassy. 

Somewhere I read two books by someone named Dianne Mills. The stories were sweet, and cheesy, and the exact word for word reason I don't read much Christian fiction unless I'm already familiar with the author and know they won't solve the book's dilemma with a convenient miracle at the end. 

Then I got out Jill Williamson's book, Captives. 
Have you ever gotten a book, started it, hated it, and quit reading it? And then about six years later picked it up again and loved it and had to buy the rest of the series? 
Yeah, that's exactly what happened. But my lovely minion siblings bought the next two books for my birthday, so I didn't have to. I love the story world Jill created, and the plot of the story is great. I'll probably do a book review at some point. 

While I was waiting for the next books, I bounced back to the library and found this gorgeously intense book called Six of Crows. Books like this make me tear off the covers just to see the awesome solid black Gothic beauty that is inside. 

This. Book. Ruined. Me. 

It made me question my moral well-being. 

The main character is quite literally evil, bordering on psychotic. 

And I love him.

That just doesn't seem right. 

He's not a Will Herondale character that pretends to be evil, but is really good. He's really evil, and acts like it. 

So then I had to read the sequel, Crooked Kingdom. It was slightly disappointing, but only slightly. I stayed up till one in the morning to finish it. (For some reason I thought having one third of a four inch thick book left was doable in one night. I don't know) 
And I'll probably review the two of them later as well. 

Then my aunt, bless her, got me an Amazon gift card. 
And obviously, you buy books when the opportunity presents itself. 

So I got four Writers Guide to Everyday life in, books from the middle ages, the wild west, the 1800's, and prohibition through wwII. 
Also, two books about womennon the prairie sand wagon trains, a book about Bible times, and a handful of ebooks. 

One of which was Roseanna M. White's Jewel of Persia. 
I've never been one for Biblical fiction, just cause I always felt like they didn't give the author much room to tell a story without skewing the biblical accounts somehow. She proved me wrong with this book. 

I've been trying to get Clockwork Angel from the library for months now, because sadly, I dont own it. Some little demon lost it apparently, and they finally ordered a new one, and I got it first, so I finished it yesterday. I must say, marriage has not made me love Will Herondale any less. Sorry not sorry. 

Now I'm on to the second book in the safelands trilogy by Jill Williamson. It's already shaping up to be just as good as the first. 

But, the beacons have been lot, my son calls for aid, so I must close here. 
Tell me, what have you been reading? 

Saturday, September 9, 2017

September Footnotes

Hello everyone! 
It's time for the Footnotes linkup, hosted by the blogs mentioned up there ^. 

This month's prompt:

A quote that makes you laugh

As soon as I read this a quote popped into my mind and I knew that was the one. But do you think it's on Goodreads? 
Course not. 

So then I got the book out and scanned through it for about an hour trying to find the blasted obscure scene where said quote occurs. 
Couldn't find it. 

So then I started over thinking and decided maybe I should just use a quote from Will Herondale and call it good, or some dry morbid sarcasm from Four. Sage/Jaron is always full of whit, and Kaz seems to be darkly funny.  I wracked my brain, but I don't think Murtagh has ever said anything funny. 

But I gave up on them. I wanted that quote. 
I found some other funnies while skiming and scanning. 

Things like 

"The Art Magicke has rules. It means I have to teach you all my tricks. All the substitutions, the replications, the illusions. How to read minds and palms and leaves. How to disappear and reappear."
"How to saw people in half?"
"That too."


And Finn sat up and rubbed his dirty hair. "You could have done it."
"Well yes, I could." Keiro smiled. "But then, I'm extraordinary, Finn, an artist of theft. Devastatingly handsome, utterly ruthless, totally fearless." 


"Scowl, and stay silent, brother. It's what you're good at."

And none of those are it. And I'm sick of looking, so I'll just rehearse it from my memory of seven or eight years ago. 

It's from Incarceron by Catherine Fisher (honestly, it could be in the sequel, Sapphique, I don't know) 

 The ever amazing sass master, Keiro, just stole three skull rings from some big time dude I'm prison, and his buddy Finn wants his cut. 
Keiro hands home one and says 
"One for you, two for me. Even as always." 

And I'm still laughing. 

Tuesday, September 5, 2017

The Haunting

The Haunting 

Black as the night
Can't even fight
My soul is falling asleep 

Safe in your arms 
Is drifting afar 
The haunting is stealing my peace 

Just dead inside 
But I must survive
Someone's still counting on me 

Try to explain
To lay bare this pain
But you just can't take it in

Fight or be still
I'm losing my will
For this battle I can't seem to win 

I've tried everything 
Success fled on the wing 
The haunting is pulling me down 

Down underground
I'm safe, never found 
This Haunting is becoming me 

Wednesday, August 30, 2017

A Lot of Gifs and Song Lyrics

It's that time of year again people. Where I become completely self centered and think the world revolves around me.

My mom-mommy and Daddy-kin got me a printer/copier which is literally the best thing since sliced cheese. My sister's got me two gifts, one of which hasn't come yet, but the other is this thing

I love it. And Jarod got me new hunting boots, so I am ready for deer season, baby! Not to mention he's taking me to either red lobster or olive garden for supper tonight, as soon as I decide where. 

I'm currently eating a Snicker's ice cream bar for breakfast. Because I have no shame. 

Basking in all the birthday wishes. The only one not loving on me today is my EdwardmJones account, which refuses to let me in. 

Thursday, August 24, 2017

If it's Too Loud,You're Too Old

So, Saturday was the first time I've ever been to a music festival. This one was called Livin' out Loud (LOL), and showcased six Christian bands.

My sister's wanted to go, but they didn't want my mom to go, because 85% of the reason they wanted to go revolved around a boy who was gonna be working there. Since I've always wanted to see it, I volunteered as tribute.

It was amazing. We basically stood right in front of the stage the entire time. Got great pictures, and Minion 2 made eye contact with a bass guitarist. Minion 1 was able to mingle with the character henceforth known as Robert.

Now, before we left for this concert o had a friend remind me just how mean and annoying I could have been to the happy couple, on the basis of how terrible both minions were to Jarod when we started dating. And I totally would have ran with it, except this guy is just so darn good. There's nothing to tease him about. Look up polite I'm the dictionary and it'll say Robert.

But enough about that fluff.

The lineup was The Lasting Hope
Sarah Reeves
Elias Dummer from The City Harmonic
Danny Gokey
Sidewalk Prophets
And Tenth Avenue North

The Lasting Hope was my favorite for sure. They did not sound like an opening act, at all. I love their song I'm Forgiven.

Sarah Reeves had an interesting voice that I liked, especially considering I don't like many girl singers.

I'm not usually a big City Harmonic fan but when one guy climbed up there and rocked their songs with nothing but himself and a keyboard, I was definitely impressed.

Danny Gokey was super fun. I enjoyed him way more than I thought I would.

Sidewalk Prophets was amazing

 and Tenth Avenue North stole the show. They were fantastic. Such good stage presence.

The lead singer climbed up on one of the pillars of the stage, and I think we all expected him to backflip off or something, but he just looked around and climbed back down. It was hilarious.

Also, they sold a hat that said TAN, because their initials, but I just about bought for the sole fact that I'm so ghastly pale and that's the only TAN I'm likely to get. Still regretting the decision not to purchase one.

This concert was supposed to be over at ten, but due to some technical difficulties, it didn't get over until eleven, and then we had to bid Robert farewell, followed by a two hour drive to my sisters' house, then to my house, so I got to sleep at three in the morning. 
Church was hard. 

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