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Blog Hop: A Writer’s Dream.

I say the above very much tongue-in-cheek.

Though, I suppose this could be somewhat fun. 🙂

I was asked to do this by my friend, Banjobo. And I realized; I haven’t shared much about my writing with you yet. Some of this reason is because I have this strange desire to keep my writing life separate from my “real” life. And mostly, ’cause I’m scared. I’m scared folks will see my writing for the trash it is, and they’ll wonder why I persist in wasting my life away in such pursuits.

But this is me, stepping out on a limb anyways…hoping against hope that you might not see through me quite yet. Or, even better, that there just might be something worthwhile in all this scribbling that I do….and that you might actually like it.

Book Tour: Ten Questions

This writers’ blog hop simply asks ten questions about your
current story, and then you tag five other writer-blogger
friends to participate next week.

1: What is the working title of your book?

Destiny’s Pull.

2: Where did the idea come from for the book?

Honestly, Destiny’s Pull is just a novella that explores a character from a book in my main series. Sean, the MC of Destiny’s Pull, is the cousin of the MC from Despite the Cost. While writing DtC, I became intrigued with Sean’s character; what made him the man he was? What exactly was his background story? Thus, DP was born.

3: What genre does your book come under?

Fantasy/Supernatural. Maybe a little Thriller/Drama, or YA even. I’m a little hazy on the genre classifications as yet. 🙂

4: Which actors would you choose to play your 
characters in a movie rendition?

Oh, I have this ALL PLANNED OUT. Now, if I could only get this published, get a movie deal, and produce the movie before all my chosen actors get too old to play their parts, well then… 😉

The MC is Sean Drakosopoulos. I haven’t yet seen any films with this actor, but based on appearance, Wentworth Miller is totally Sean. He captures his rugged independence, his loner, bad boy put-on attitude, and resourceful ingenuity.

Wentworth Miller as Sean

As for the secondary characters….Alona Tal for Lor, hands down. Has to be. She has the look, the personality, everything that makes Lor herself. Strong, confident & capable…yet vulnerable.Lauren 'Lor' Spencer

Simone was harder. I had this picture in my head for her character:

Simone

But, I had no idea as to the actress. I was brainstorming with KattyRae one day, and she suggested Catherine Zeta Jones. Now, I’m not a huge fan of hers, but I realized that she would indeed be perfect for Simone. She has that same regal, elegant beauty. Her acting abilities would easily communicate over to the Gorgon leader.

Catherine Zeta Jones as Simone

Ambrose was another easy choice. He’s the hunter with the tough facade…the man that is struggling with his inner despair and lost love. Who better than the man who brought Sam Anders of Battlestar Galactica to life? Michael Trucco is perfect for the role.

Micheal Trucco as Ambrose

As for the malevolent Malek…Burn Gorman stuck in my head. Gorman is a superb actor…I would love for him to appear in some other roles in my books, maybe even go against the grain and play someone good. But for now he stuck in this one. owen_harper

Several of the other secondary characters remain to be cast; but for Raynor, I was thinking someone like Mickey Rourke or Russel Crowe.

5: What is the one-sentence synopsis of your book?

There is always a choice to be made; for Sean, that choice was made while being pulled between his morals and love….do we follow destiny, or do we make our own?

6: Is your book self-published, published by an 
independent publisher, or represented by an agency?

I’m gonna go with an agency, if all works out.

7: How long did it take you to write the first draft of 
your manuscript?

Well, technically, I’m not quite finished yet. I wrote half of it in one month (back in Nov ’12), and hope to finish the last quarter by the end of January. If all goes according to plan, then it will have been 14 months.

8: What other books would you compare this story to 
within your genre?

Honestly, I’m not sure.  Maybe a little bit of Twilight, or even Hunger Games…but I don’t know if that’s the same genre, anyway.

9: Who or what inspired you to write this book?

Don’t hate me…but Twilight. Originally, this series was inspired by the Chronicles of Narnia and the Lord of the Rings. But at one point, after I had read most of the Twilight books, I started wondering what it would be like if some of my characters were enabled with special gifts….such as the ability to see the future. Add to that the endless hours studying Ancient Greek mythology in high school….and thus the Gorgons as you now know them were born.
This specific book was inspired by Despite the Cost…book one in my series, the Praeterita saga (see #2).

10: What else about your book might pique the 
reader’s interest?

This particular book is set entirely in earth, unlike my others. It is about the pull that Destiny has on our lives…and our ability to make our own destiny.

BONUS 11: Short Excerpt:

“There are moments when destiny hangs in the balance.
Crossroads come to us all, the chance to pursue our dreams or stay on the ground. To choose good…or evil. Whatever form she comes in, Destiny always offers a choice. She pulls us in one direction, but she always offers us the chance to go in another.
She gave me that choice today. I stood in that empty warehouse, torn between my morals and something much more powerful…the pull of destiny. My conscience told me to walk away, everything about this plan was wrong. My heart told me stay…how could I walk away from the woman I loved?

…Blue eyes and brown, as different as night and day. Both pleading with me to choose them.
Who I was, at war with the man destiny called me to be.
One offered happiness, the other peace of mind.
The choice was impossible.
But there in that warehouse, faced with the biggest decision of my life and an army ready to follow my every command; as I looked into her eyes, unwavering in her love for me, yet committed to her cause, the choice became suddenly clear. There was really only one choice for me from the start.”

15 minutes…and spring at last.

That’s all. Write for just fifteen minutes…make it count, or write something that doesn’t even matter. It doesn’t…as long as you’re writing.

It’s something my writers group came up with this past week. Just something to keep the creative juices flowing…to keep us in the habit. I missed yesterday, but it couldn’t be helped. This new idea isn’t meant to cause guilt or dread…just help us to be who God made us. To help us stop procrastinating all the time!

The more I write (or read), the more inspiration strikes. Those first few minutes are painstakingly slow…they drag, and the muse comes out kicking and screaming in protest; she doesn’t like to be woken. But after Muse sees the light of day, she becomes happier, and will eventually talk your ear off if you give her the time.

I know that there is something that God has planned in this passion for writing He gave me. He has something for each member of our group. And as we see it unfold, we are going to be amazed at His goodness. But for now, it’s an exercise in faith…in patience. And in perseverance.

Spring is coming…and with it comes new joy; new hope. It’s the way God designed it to be. Spring is a time of new life. The burden’s of winter roll away, and the next several weeks we are refreshed, restored…it’s a time to prepare for the harsh sun of summer; when we will be tested, our faith tried.

But today, it is spring. The lawn is mowed for the first time this year; the sweet smell of freshly cut grass mingles with that of the fragrant blooms that have appeared almost overnight.

There is peace in knowing that God is faithful in what He promised; there is joy in watching it unfold.

There is contentment in circumstances; understanding that God moves us in His perfect timing.

There is excitement in relationships…in restoring old friendships, and forging new ones.  At times, I have grown discouraged at the pace that God seems to move people in and out of my life; but in this moment, I know that He knows best…and I understand that we may come in and out of each others lives for the good of us all, and at exactly the right time. Still, there remains the hope that each of those friendships I hold dear at this point in my life will remain so forever.

Spring is that time when the heart overflows, when God’s loving-kindness is so closely felt. When you wonder that you ever doubted…and resolve once more to never do so again.

“It was such a spring day as breathes into a man an ineffable yearning, a painful sweetness, a longing that makes him stand motionless, looking at the leaves or grass, and fling out his arms to embrace he knows not what.”
~John Galsworthy

Spring is that time when we feel a small part of what it must be to walk in heaven.

“Puddle”…or “Rainfall”

I’ve just started working through a book, “Writing Better Lyrics” or “The Essential Guide to Powerful Songwriting” by Pat Pattison. There are exercises given, and I thought I’d start posting my efforts each day.

This first one is, admittedly, terrible. But the thought is that with each consecutive day, they’ll get better. 🙂

So, here is “Puddle”, or as I’ve termed it more accurately, “Rainfall”.

Soft circles appeared sporadically, expanding from where they started, overlapping one another. The air tasted fresh, newly clean. I could smell the honeysuckle that grew wild along the fenceline. The ground was damp, soaking in the life that this rainfall offered.
The birds were nearly silent, most tucked away in their nests, I was sure, save one lone brave soul, who sang his song from the safety an overgrown bush provided.

Writing…slow but steady….

I’m trying to be inspired…it’s not coming easily tonight. I know I should write here, because frankly, I don’t do this enough.

I’m also trying to make some headway on my book.

Elaine came easy, natural…she’s me, in some ways. Kevin, on the other hand…well, I’m not a guy, so that comes harder, naturally. I’m trying to keep up with giving just enough background info, no more no less….it’s a fine line. While also keeping true to his voice, which is of course, quite distinct. Writing a story from multiple viewpoints is very challenging, I’m finding out.

But, he’s coming along, slow but steady. We’re laying paths for the story to weave through, and that’s why I don’t want to put too much out there too soon. Don’t want to give it all away, just keep y’all guessing. :)

Oh, but his car….I’ve fallen completely in love. His car is awesomely amazing, and I find I’m jealous of a fictional character…one that I created, no less. :) lol

KattyRae has challenged me to our own personal NaNoWriMo month..in April, which starts Sunday…April, the same month in which I’m holding my Studio Recital (which is gonna be awesome, the girls have worked so hard!) AND the concert for the Choral Society that I’ve been involved in the past couple of months. Crazy busy month to add in a writing challenge. Our NaNoWriMo will be slightly different, in that we’ll be working on stuff we’ve already started, trying to push ourselves further. But it’ll be good. I really hope to make some good progress.

I’ve done a good bit of work on my blog for the book; which contains character profiles, inside looks to the storyline and characters, background info, etc…But it’s not a public blog, mostly for me to keep things straight, and only a few people have access to it (those who are helping me with the book/keeping me accountable to continue). So I guess it’s not technically progress on the actual book, is it…

I’ve also been trying to read through a friends’ manuscript she sent me to peruse/edit. It’s good, and I think I could get sucked into it, but with all my many other obligations, I’ve had to force myself to go slow. Too slow for her, probably. I’ve enjoyed it so far; it’s a piece she did during the real NaNoWriMo (November).

Hidden Purpose

I realize that it’s been ages since I’ve posted last…I really can’t help that. My computer is on the caput and until I get it back whole and sound, I am restricted in my blogging and my writing.

That’s one thing I’ve been thinking a lot about recently….writing. Of course, I’m aching to get back to those plotlines (I did loose a lot of material when my hard drive crashed…hoping to get most of it back), but the bigger issue is how I approach my writing. With apology…with hesitation…perhaps even a little shame. I’ve just always understood that writing, my writing, was a closet obsession…not worthy of real pursuit. But who determines that, really? The stories I write are good and clean; they tell of the struggles faced by people…some are simply fiction portraying the lives of characters and their journey/struggle to walk with Christ….others are allegories.

The stories I write are a part of me…with them, I can express some of the frustrations, the sorrow, joy, desperation, and even the hope that is within me.

I realized that it is time to get serious. Serious about my writing and what it means to me. It is nothing to be ashamed about, and it is important enough to me to move it from last place on my priorities up several notches at least. That’s the only way I’m going to make any headway in them, and prove to those who look down on it that writing can be just as profitable an occupation as becoming a lawyer, a nurse, or even a sales clerk.

And that’s pretty much all I had to say.

Rainy Days

It is days like this:

that make me want to do this:

But seriously, how many of us can actually do that these days without someone calling our mother to tell her we’ve “completely lost it this time!”? Not to mention the load of wet laundry we then must do….’you make the mess, you clean the mess…’…

So, the next best thing would be to grab a cup of coffee/cider/tea/cocoa (really, it doesn’t much matter which, as long as it’s hot), and curl up with a good book.

I’m afraid I’ve run out of good books to read…I mean really good books. There are tons of so-so, okay, books out there, but I want something to sink my teeth into. Fiction or fact, doesn’t matter as long as it’s good. I have a series I’ve gotten hooked on that I need to finish…but alas, they’re at the library, and I’m not there.

So, on days like this, with the rain pouring down, making my mind clear for the first time in ages, I instead turn to writing my own “really good” book…or my attempt at one, anyhow. Sometimes I get a lot done…other times, I may only accomplish a paragraph or two. But it’s accomplishment, nonetheless. Someday, perhaps in the near future, but more realistically, in some far off date when we all will be sitting in wheelchairs & given headaches (and who knows what else) by our great-grandsons’ enthusiasm at the opportunity to ‘wheel grammy up and down the hall”….well, then someday, I might just have one of these:

to show you for all my work.

For now, it’s still a work in progress. Slow progress.

Sometimes, I honestly ache to tell you the story of Emma and the journey she takes to find herself; of Jeff and his family, the struggles and joys they face during a turning time in America’s history; or to open up the entire world of Elaine to you…but I must restrain myself and save that for the writers board. Someday, I hope to bring all their tales to light, and then you can tell me of how my writing should remain a closet hobby. lol

I made a pear crisp today…the weather was just screaming autumn at me. So I had pear crisp and a cup of Lady Gray tea for lunch, and thought of how contented I should be…am. There are times when I don’t feel contented, when I want to rage against the restraints in my life, the injustices dealt me…but I always remember afterwards that most of those restraints or injustices are erected inside my own mind. God has given me a good lot in life; let me ever be grateful for it. I have been given a loving family, good & sweet friendships, a roof over my head, a provider & protector in the form of my father…on top of that all, God has placed me in one of the only places in Mississippi which reflects just a little slice of heaven.

Life is good.

God is better.

I love rainy days.

*Contented Sigh.

30 Posts….yeah, me too.

My sister, KattyRae over at Shades of Grace, is doing this…and, well, I thought it might spur me on to write more often here. So here goes.

As my sister said, I am not going to be doing this everyday; some Days are harder to write about than others, so will take breaks in between to write about other matters near and dear to my sanity.

Day 1: A favorite song.
Day 2: A favorite movie.
Day 3: A favorite book.
Day 4: A favorite television program.
Day 5: A favorite quote.
Day 6: A moment you wish you could relive.
Day 7: Five things you couldn’t possibly live without.
Day 8: A thank you letter to someone who has changed your life.
Day 9: A photo you took.
Day 10: A photo of you taken over ten years ago.
Day 11: A photo of you taken recently.
Day 12: A song that you want played at your wedding(or was played).
Day 13: A guilty pleasure.
Day 14: A vacation you would like to take.
Day 15: A person you admire.
Day 16: A song that makes you cry.
Day 17: An art piece.
Day 18: A time when you felt passionate and alive.
Day 19: A talent of yours.
Day 20: A hobby of yours.
Day 21: Something you know you do differently than most people.
Day 22: A website.
Day 23: A way in which you want to be remembered.
Day 24: A movie no one would expect you to love.
Day 25: A recipe.
Day 26: A childhood memory.
Day 27: A physical feature you love.
Day 28: A scar you have and it’s story.
Day 29: Hopes, dreams and plans you have for the next 365 days.
Day 30: A motto or philosophy.
As a last note, if you do this on your blog, or whatever else, be sure to let me know with a comment so I can see yours.

See ya later, and have a grand Independence Day!!! 🙂

School, Simplicity, and Writers Unbound

Well, my apologies for the lack of entries lately…I have been completely busy trying to figure out my fall schedule.

So now, I am registered for 12 credit hours of classes this fall-will probably drop it down to 9; just so I will actually have time to do the millions of other things that have to be on my schedule. I’m so relieved in some ways…in others, well, the pressure’s not off yet.

I’m wishing for simplicity. You know, that good o’le thing that makes life so sweet. And also seems so unattainable.

When I get in one of these ‘simplistic’ moods, I absolutely love checking out whatever Annie‘s been writing on the subject; it’s usually just the thing! It also gives you something to look at on days like today, as you come expecting something good and end up with a little entry like this!