This may come in handy for those of you considering publishing in journals.
Gather your pens (or keyboards) my friends, the scent of fame is on the wind! Or, you know, an awesome chance to participate in a free writing contest that will get you new readers and introduce you to some other amazing writers.
Originally posted on There And Draft Again:
I actually hate writing “writing craft” posts for the same reason I hated giving violin lessons. With music, I felt like the root reason for making music is to play, and it’s not fun if you have a teacher telling you what to do. Some people enjoy learning with a teacher, but I never did…and so I quit giving violin lessons because I felt like a fraud.
When I was a teenager, I wrote simply to please myself. I didn’t let people read my words and I was happy that way. But a lot of people told me I should write nonfiction. “Why would you waste such a gift with words on fiction?” they would say. It caused me to want to hide my infatuation with stories even more, to be somewhat embarrassed that “all I write is fiction”. It seemed everyone I knew — even people who didn’t know me well — had ideas about what I should write.
“You should be a journalist.”
“You should write letters to the editor about political issues.”
“You should chronicle your switch from pampered suburbia to sustainable rural living.”
“You should write women’s literary fiction and change the world. Be the next young voice for feminism and be an example to your generation.”
And on. And on. Writing fantasy –of all things — would be the height of frivolousness to my high-minded friends. Why, why, why would you ever want to write such a useless thing?!
If you’re begin to query or are planning your attack, this series could really help you out.
Originally posted on EM Castellan:
Welcome to the Successful Queries Blog Series! The idea is to share with you Queries That Worked and to find out what made them stand out in the slushpile. My hope is that it’ll help you, querying writers, to write an amazing query for your own manuscript and to find Your Agent.
So it’s only Wednesday and already I’m over uni despite it only being back three days. However, I did get a few rounds of editing done on Queen of Hearts before I had to return to my academic reality. If last year is anything to go by, I’m unlikely to do much more on the editing front until midterm break. We shall see though.
I also had a really weird experience today where a song came onto the radio that told the story of some of my characters, in a different setting of course but the similarities were pretty evident. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WqGTcfUQLRU
For today’s WIPpet, I have a sentence from chapter 15 of Queen of Hearts . 5 x 3 =15
That night, with the funeral pyre lit like a beacon high upon the city walls, the first of the Haelean army arrived.
So apologies for slipping again into one of my too frequent digital silences. I’ve been experimenting with twitter, selling bread (not a euphemism, I worked at a bakery) and avoiding packing to move back to the big smoke for uni. Now I’m writing this blog post to further put off said packing. Oh, and I’ve done some editing here and there because at this point, my novel is a bit of a shambles. But I’m back, and that’s the main thing. This Friday I’ll be posting an account of my editing process, what I have learnt and maybe some pictures of cats because my brain is ready to give out.
Now for today. Today is Wednesday. And Wednesday means WIPpet. For the 26th of Feburary I have for you two sentences from the 26th page of Queen of Hearts.
In the silence Kara could allow herself to imagine she was back in the smaller castles of Rhea, on her way to the stables for a late night ride across the plains, or in Noxborough, playing hide and seek with Alexandru Selymes, the duke’s son. She could imagine she was a child again with a child’s responsibilities and innocence.
And last but not least, if you missed my WIPpeteer interview with the lovely Kathi Schwengel, you can read it here.
Raising some ideas I’ve been thinking on for a while in a much more thought out way than I have time (ironically) to do. WIPpet can wait until next week.
Originally posted on WordServe Water Cooler:
“Oh yeah, that thing. I just dashed that off, after two other pieces I wrote that day.” She tosses her perfect hair and regards her French nails.
“Really? How long did that piece take you?” you say, curious, but knowing you’re about to feel sick.
I’ve spent the better part if the last week editing Queen of Hearts. It has been really interesting to read over little scenes and incidents that had completely forgotten about. And it has taught me two things; 1. I still love the story even after all these years (which I was beginning to doubt) and 2. I have no idea what I’m doing so editing etc may take another seven years. We shall see.
Today’s post is in honour of Valentine’s Day on Friday. 200 words because it is the 2nd month (02) and if you reverse the numbers and add another 0 it reads 200, And because I said so. A romantic little scene between Kara and her fiancé Thoren. This scene makes me smile even though in the whole scheme of things it leads to terrible, horrible things because Kara is so happy and innocent here.
Kara first went to the balcony overlooking the ballroom, searching out her fiancé amongst the throng of color below. Spotting him talking to his sister and brother-in-law, she hurried to the staircase.
The herald banged his staff twice. Its echoes reached across the wide space, alerting the guests to another arrival, ‘Her Highness, Princess Karavere Anya-ren si Piren Astyrin of the Blessed Kingdom of Fariel.’
Taking her cue, Kara descended the steps. Three hundred pairs of eyes watched. The crowd parted as she walked through. Although she acknowledged the greetings of the courtiers, her attention was focused on the handsome young man waiting for her in the center of the room.
‘Lady Karavere,’ Thoren bowed over her hand, his lips brushing the back of her hand like the wings of a butterfly.
‘Lord Thoren.’ She stepped into his arms, noticing how perfectly her head fitted under his strong jaw and wondering what it would be like to run her hands across his bare chest.
‘You came.’ He murmured as if she had agreed to meet him in a secret forest bower.
‘I came to dance.’ She replied.
The music started and he led her to the dance floor. ‘Then let’s.’
So a few weeks ago I wrote a rather raving review of Stephen Lawhead’s Taliesin, which was written in third person. The sequel, following Merlin, the son of the main characters in Taliesin, was written in first and the change of voice shocked me, particularly as I picked it up straight after finishing the first book. The change of voice took a few chapters to acclimatise to but it did settle. The storyline itself was as well written as ever if limited by the singular first person narrator. The middle section in particular was my favourite. I will not tell you exactly what happened but there something happens which sends Merlin into madness and the skill with which Lawhead handled the prose, structure and tone of these passages read as the ravings of a madman. Unlike some attempts at portraying madness, there is absolutely no sense of the author’s lucidity in the section. The reader is dragged into madness along with Merlin and comes to a slow redemption with him. It is wholly consuming and engaging. After my initial doubts, I enjoyed this book.
Overall rating: 6.5/10
Is it Wednesday already? The week has flown by. First, some exciting news, I passed a few milestones this week: 2000 individual views and 200 followers so thank you to everyone who has found enough merit in my ramblings to subject yourself to it in the future. Now, onto the main business of today, WIPpet Wednesday. A huge thank you to our gracious host Kathi. As always, you can find other WIPpets here.
This weeks WIPpet is from scene 5, chapter 2 of Queen of Hearts. It is an explanation of sorts of Kara’s motive in this scene and it was also a chance to use fable to tell backstory.
Kara sighed, ‘I will tell you a story, if you wish to hear it?’ She took their silence for an affirmative, ‘As all tales, it begins on the day the gods made the spring. After the winter came the spring and it was life and promise and hope and the laughter of children. But a cloud was threatening. It promised storms and destruction and plague and it did not belong to spring nor to summer nor to autumn nor even to winter. No, it belonged to night. Yet the people paid it no heed. What was a dark cloud on the horizon? Nothing to them. Certainly nothing to worry about. After all, perhaps they might reap some reward from it as the farmer reaped the rewards of well-timed rain. In a castle a princess ran wild, unaware of the darkness creeping closer. She protested tight dresses and spending time with her sisters did not share her love for the wild things. Every chance she found, the princess would escape from her castle and explore every inch of her wide land. And so it was that when the unnatural storm arrived at the castle, she was not there to protect her sisters from the ravages of dark things. When she returned, the castle was flooded with grief. Her sister was gone. Like lightening she had vanished with barely a trace. At that moment, the princess pledged she would chase the storm, searching for its eye in the hope she could destroy it. The storm raged for three long years and the people began to realize the evil of the storm. They cursed its winds that blew families apart and they pleaded for the lightening to reappear, hoping it may bring their loved ones back. Ever since, the princess had searched every flash of lightening in the vain hope her sister might appear again.’
On another note, has anyone else been having trouble with the reader on WordPress? Mine refuses to load on my laptop but works fine on my mobile devices.