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I love it when my own story writing makes me laugh…

December 16, 2009

Ok, so I know I’ve been a little sketchy about posting lately- and even worse about keeping up with everyone else’s posts. Sorry!! I know I say I’ll get to it… but I just haven’t yet. Working on it though! Maybe someday… that’s just one more thing to add to my “someday” list- but don’t feel too bad, it’s at least at the top of the list! 😉

So anyway- I’m working on one of my newest stories (as usual- I say that a lot, don’t I? lol), which is a kind of a revolutionary idea. I won’t go into detail, because I don’t want to spoil it- but I just wanted to post a certain part on it. Which, now that I think about it, kind of does spoil it, just cuz of the part that it is… BUT!!! I think I’ve come up with a solution…. so here it is- (drumroll)

Ellie is talking with Kaer, who happens to be an elf- which she, a human, does not at all believe. Here’s how the conversation goes-

“Oh please, everyone knows that elves are either mischievous little creatures who play pranks, or else tall, graceful, and wise, like Tolkein’s elves.”

“So what am I, then?” Kaer asked with annoyance.

She smirked. “Schizo.”

And there is your little sneak peek at this story- I’ll keep working on it and post more later! You can also go to my Webook profile (NatMikey) and look me up there, I have more of my stuff posted there. But anyway, this section just made me laugh, even as I wrote it- I just had to share it!! Am I odd for liking my own sense of humor? Maybe… but I still like it! 🙂

The Lesson Learned

December 4, 2009

It’s been nearly two years since I first starting writing in earnest. In that time, I’ve had a lot to learn about writing. In just that short amount of time, my writing has improved by leaps and bounds- and continues to improve with the more I learn. And I’m still learning, every day as I keep on writing. Here are a few things that I’ve learned so far-

Read!

It’s the key to good writing- to be a writer, you must first be a reader. It doesn’t matter how you write or where your interest lies- read. If you are a journalist, read a good article from a well-known newspaper or magazine. Fiction novel writers- read good fiction. I won’t name authors, because it’s each to his own tastes, but I would suggest choosing those who are on the New York Time’s bestsellers lists, and find out what put them there. It certainly wasn’t mere charisma or their own personalities- it’s something in what they wrote, which stood out from the rest. Read, and as you read, notice the author’s style of writing and note what made them good. Doing this doesn’t take away the enjoyment of reading the book itself- in fact, at least in my mind, it heightens it, as I realize what it was that made it great, rather than just accepting it as is.

Make it real~

This is especially true for fiction, but other works as well. To draw in the reader, you first have to create a world that is real, if nothing else than in the mind of the reader. This rule applies even to fantasy. When the reader picks up the book, they set aside all thoughts of what is possible in this world and enter into the world of the novel, where anything can happen. But to keep this mindset, the world must be real- to the point where, as long as their mind is there, this world becomes the fantasy and that one, the world of the novel, becomes reality. Even in a setting in which things that are obviously impossible to consider- even then, it must be real. The characters need to be real enough for the reader to relate to- whether it’s a recognizeable human or some other-worldly Eschalaken, both have similar reaction to similar challenges, and both face the same amount of internal or external conflict. Make it real.

Make it unique

No one wants to read a story that’s been done so many times before. We all know the story of the good vs. evil, and that good comes out the winner. To really stand out, you need something unique. It doesn’t matter what the storyline, what the genre of writing it is- it needs to be different. Still real, still imagineable- but a world that no one but the author can ever imagine. Even if it’s set in this world, one so familiar, it still must be removed from all other stories. Using a different sort of character, taking an angle on a certain topic, finding a point that is unexplored. Use the unbeaten path- the well-trodden one has too many feet for a single footprint to stand out.

Elemental Saviors

November 30, 2009

An old one that I’m resurrecting, because I realized it’s been… forever… since I’ve posted. Sorry! I’ll try and give an explanation soon- but for now, here’s this. 🙂

 

Come!

Thou caller of the wind!

Come!

Sing the song of the wind

Call it near,

And bring it here.

Come to our aid,

Caller of the wind!

 

Come!

Thou singer of the sun!

Come!

Sing the song of the sun!

Call forth the sun

Bring it to us.

Come to our aid,

Singer of the sun!

 

Come!

Thou warrior of the light!

Come!

Sing the song of light!

Disperse the darkness

And scatter the night.

Come to our aid,

Singer of the light!

 

Come!
Thou maker of fire!

Come!

Sing the song of fire!

Rise up in wrath,

Bring your flames forth.

Come to our aid,

Singer of fire!

Waiting for that Moment

November 12, 2009

I’ve posted it before, but this is one of my favorites, so I just wanted to post it again.

 

At the grey line of life

Here I stand,

Waiting on the brink.

Waiting…

 

For that one choice,

For that one chance,

For that one moment

When all the world is mine!

I’m standing here,

I’m waiting now,

Waiting for that moment.

 

There’s just this one moment

At the brink

When my decisions

I make…

 

For that one choice,

For that one chance,

For that one moment,

When all the world is mine!

I’m standing here,

I’m waiting now,

Waiting for that moment.

 

I stand to make my choice,

Cannot see

Where my choice will lead.

Waiting…

 

For that one choice,

For that one chance,

For that one moment,

When all the world is mine!

I’m standing here,

I’m waiting now,

Waiting for that moment.

Titanic- God’s Challenge

November 3, 2009

Just something I wrote a while ago. I might add more to it at some point, but for right now it’s complete as is.

They said it was the best ship ever built: way ahead of its time. It was the finest ship in the world, not to mention the largest. Nothing surpassed it, and nothing was its equal. She was the best of the best, no doubt about it. There was much talk about this, this marvel of shipbuilding. They said it had the greatest luxuries money could buy. They said it was the fastest, able to beat any record. They said it was the goddess of ships, way above those others of its kind. Nothing could compare, nothing could come close.

They said it was unsinkable. That God Himself couldn’t sink this ship.

But I’ve learnt some things here and there, and if there’s anything I’ve learnt, it’s that you don’t make a remark like that without something happening. You challenge God to a duel, and He just may take you up on that offer. And heaven help you if that happens- for then there isn’t any hope for you. You just may as well back out then and there while you still can. Stop while you’re ahead, as the saying goes.

‘Cause there isn’t anything God can’t do. And the surest way to get Him to do something sometimes is to challenge Him and say that He can’t. Didn’t Goliath challenge God? And look what happened to him- dead, and by a boy at that. That king of Babylon, Nebuchadnezzar, shook his fist in God’s face- and spent the next seven years drooling in lunacy.

No, sir, it don’t pay to challenge God, for He may just take you up on that offer.

A window to the past is a door into the future…

October 31, 2009

Synopsis for “Into the Past.”

Brian Dennings is a high school senior with a car and an attitude. Relations at home are strained, and he is looking for the quickest way out. Before anything however, he must first complete his last year of high school. After graduation, he plans to hit the road and never look back.

His plans are derailed when he receives a history assignment from one of his teachers. He expects it to be a cinch, but that is before he begins the assignment. To complete the assignment, he must tell of a historical event which someone in his family remembers. As he digs deeper into the past he is drawn farther into the story by his grandfather, who is a World War 2 veteran. What his grandfather tells him completely changes Brian’s perspective on history, people, and even his own life.

Because Derich Kleiv has a secret. He wasn’t an American, or even a Jew. He was a Nazi.

And then there was frost…

October 27, 2009

Mornings should be banned… -_-

But, since it is not likely to happen, I’ll move on.

Brr!!! It was freezing cold this morning! The clouds cleared out last night, so the cold really set in. I woke up to it creating icy little designs on everything it could reach, with a crisp breeze floating on the air while the sun slowly climbed over the eastern hills, lending light but little warmth.

Or at least, that’s what I imagine. Myself, I was snug in bed under a huge pile of fleece blankets, and when I did get up I was much too interested in locating the nearest pair of slippers to warm my frozen toe to notice anything going on outside, unless it was perhaps the house across the street suddenly bursting into flames- that at least would be something to note without me losing fingers and toes in the process. But, no fire, so I’m still digging around for my slippers. Actually I found them, and I’m currently sitting in front of the computer wrapped in a blanket while I wait for the day to slowly warm.

And in the meantime, I am trying to figure out which writing I should work on today. I’m considering filling out my WW2 story some more so I can post it on the WEBook site, or I might work on one of my fantasy novels. Which one? Who knows… maybe neither. Maybe I’ll sit here and continue to try and beat my own score in this game on facebook that I’ve recently become addicted to, which myself and a couple friends are competing for the top spot, a title that I quite proudly hold as my own- for the moment. I think I’ll up my score some, to make it more difficult.