Lost Words – How to insult, describe and perplex with words from 17th century and beyond!

Ink and Papyrus:

A bit of wordy fun for your day. :)

Originally posted on The Tempered Pen:

I was planning on writing a post about when is the right time to call it a day with a book you’re not enjoying. And I was doing well writing that.

 

But then I found this website.

 

Here we have another list similar to the one that I’ve shown you before with the Dictionary of the Vulgar Tongue.

 

Only this time the words have been forgotten and aren’t necessarily insults (but you and I both know they’re going to be used as such)! So, ladies and gentleman, for your delight and delectation I present to you some of my favourite words from my perusal. Full with their definitions of course!

 

 

Squiriferious

Having the character or qualities of a squire

Why yes I did imagine a squiriferious squirrel when I read that word, and you should too!

 

One day the squiriferious Reginald hoped to be…

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The Querying Writer, as explained through gifs

Ink and Papyrus:

I feel this is really relevant as I begin my research on agents and publishers. Now I know what I’m getting myself into. :P

Originally posted on :

After you hit send…

But then–a response! Before you’ve opened the email…

You finally open it. If it’s a pass…

But if it’s a request…

And then after you send your manuscript, back to…

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Progress and Backwards Steps

We all know what it is like to juggle real life and writing. It takes effort and dedication and a lot of hard slog. Nevertheless, that knowledge doesn’t make it any easier. That said, I finally began to edit this week. It was not much mind, but something. I think what spurred me on was talking to a writer friend about stories and writing. He made me realize that my manuscript is not going to write(or edit) itself and that if I do ever want to get somewhere with this whole writing gig, I need to be proactive. That means finding time to write, making sacrifices, writing and editing through the mental block.
The rest of the week was spent designing temples and palaces and other buildings which I keep promising to show you and then forget to. Oops. Now that university work is a bit more under control and holidays are coming up soon, I will have more time on my hands to blog and do all those other little yet important things.

And now to the main business of the day, the WIPpet. This excerpt is from chapter 9 (for the date) and is rather long as I feel you deserve a longer excerpt as I didn’t post anything last week. Context: *spoiler* has occurred sending Kara into a spiraling pit of depression. Three months after *spoiler* she grants an audience with two of her childhood mentors, Lord Markey and Lord Jonyen, who have a potentially treasonous suggestion.

Lord Markey: “Our proposition is this: you are the true heir to the Farilien throne. Lord Jonyen and I will support your claim regardless of the personal cost. And with our backing you will train in swordsmanship and war so that when the Haeleans reach our northern borders with a host that your father refuses to believe exists, you will lead us into battle like the ironmaidens of old.”

“What does that have to do with the succession?”

“If the Haeleans are not defeated when they attack, there will not be a throne of Fariel nor any line to succeed it.”

“You are capable, my lady,” Jonyen took over, “your absence from needlework did not go unnoticed, nor did the scratches and bruises. And to all intents and purposes, your education equalled your brothers’.”

Kara considered, “You will swear me allegiance, even though it is treason to do so?”

“My lady,” replied Markey seriously as he drew his blade, sunk to his knees and with the pommel facing Kara and the swords wicked edge hanging over his unarmoured chest, he pledged, “By all that is holy, the Raheni, this land of Fariel and the graves of my ancestors, I swear that I, Raenin Markey, Duke of Rhea, will serve and obey you, Karavere si Piren, princess of Fariel and true heir to the throne, until the end of days. I pledge my sword to you. I pledge my life to you. I pledge my soul to you. So I do swear.”

Kara sat back on her chair, stunned by the ferocity of Markey’s pledge but before she could gather her wits, Jonyen too adopted the pose, “I, Timen Jonyen, Lord of Fremmel and father of a child widowed, do pledge by everything holy, by the spring and the summer and the autumn and the winter, by the many graves of my departed children and on the lives of the two that lived, my allegiance to you, Karavere si Piren, princess of Fariel and true heir to the throne. I swear that I shall serve you, obey you and keep your confidence until the end of days. I pledge my sword to you. I pledge my life to you. I pledge my soul to you. So I do swear.”

“Thank you, my lords,” Kara whispered.

Writing Competitions and Opportunities Digest – Edition 40

Ink and Papyrus:

Some interesting competitions here, perfect for those looking for a break in novel writing or those between projects. :)

Originally posted on Limebird Writers:

Howdy all! Welcome to the 40th Edition of our weekly writing competitions and opportunities digest. The last edition is available here.

This week’s offering consists of short film scripts, flash fiction, travel writing and a multi-anthology call out.

Hope you have a good writing week…

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Opportunity type – Short film script submissions sought for Arts Educational school.
Theme – A contemporary subject matter, with a cast of people mainly in their 20s.
Word count – Equivalent of 10-12 minutes film time (i.e. approx 10-12 pages).
Organiser/publisher – Arts Educational Schools London.
Reward – “Successful scripts will be filmed by a professional director and director of photography and the subsequent film will be edited to broadcast standard. Writers will be fully credited for their work and receive a professional standard showreel of the film.”
Eligibility – Not specified.
Deadline – May 23, 2014.
Link for info – Arts Educational script…

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Working with an Editor

Ink and Papyrus:

Some interesting points for those beginning to edit. Personally I still have very little idea where to start. And I also cannot kill my darlings, not just yet anyway. :)

Originally posted on WordServe Water Cooler:

Kariss manuscripts They say that all good things must come to an end. Sadly, the same holds true in writing. As you turn your manuscript in to the publisher, you abdicate your position as ruler of your own fictional kingdom in favor of an advisor who tells you all the wonderful things you did wrong and how you can fix them. (For example, my editor would have asked me who “they” is in that opening line.)

But this “bad” thing doesn’t actually have to be bad. In fact, think of it as iron sharpening iron. Who knows your story and characters better than you? And who better to help you improve than an unbiased person who likes to read and knows a whole lot about writing and how to craft a story?

I am by no means an expert, but as I edit my second book, I realize how much I learned while editing Shaken

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“Kill your darlings”

Ink and Papyrus:

Food for thought. :)

Originally posted on TomAlanBrosz:

“The advice to ‘kill your darlings’ has been attributed to various authors across the galaxies…and Mister Heist hated them all.

Why teach young writers to edit out whatever it is they feel most passionate about? Better to kill everything in their writing they DON’T love as much.

Until only the darlings remain.”

- Brian K. Vaughan, writer, in Saga #17

Oswald Heist

The late D. Oswald Heist, Author
(Illustration by Fiona Staples)

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A Late Addition

Yes, I know it is getting rather late and in some parts of the world (mine included) it is well past Wednesday. Oops. Nevertheless, according to wordpress I still have 50 mins to write and post this. So it totally counts, right?

Due to assignments and other obligations I haven’t yet got around to writing the architecture post I promised you but I have been working on city layouts (again inspired by my lectures) so when I do eventually get around to it, there will be lots to see.

This week, in honour of my blog’s birthday last week and my own birthday tomorrow, here is an excerpt from Queen of Hearts about birthdays. It relates very loosely to the date, sorry. This occurs in happier times which is nice for a change. Karavere and her brother Brythorn have been summoned by their father, King Piren.

“Tomorrow is your sixteenth birthday. May the gods help us but you will be of age. At the feast tomorrow evening, I will announce your betrothals. Brythorn to Lady Arbrie Jonyen and Karavere to Lord Thoren Hallten.” He waited, as if expecting some protest. None was forthcoming. “It is of the upmost importance that you do not dishonor me or our family tomorrow,” he gave Kara a hard stare, “Were your mother here, she would no doubt have some kind words for you. But she is not. So I will say only this, do not disappoint me.”

“Yes, Father.” The twins replied in unison.

Piren studied his daughter, “What? No arguments? No reasons why this betrothal should not go ahead?”

“No, Father. I am happy to do my duty.”

“Hmph. Well, that’s new but one should not curse the spring for not being summer. You may leave.”

Rewriting: 7 Simple Tips – Part One

Originally posted on WordServe Water Cooler:

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When we started The Shepherd’s Song, the ideas came fast and the words flowed.  We didn’t stop that precious flow by asking ourselves questions. Our mother had taught us that. Get the words down, then you can shape them and refine the writing.

Here are some tips for rewriting, and some examples from the first chapter of The Shepherd’s Song.

1. Stick to what the character is personally experiencing.

FIRST DRAFT:  The ambulance doors opened and Kate’s stretcher was pulled out of the back. The wheels hit the ground and they were inside within seconds. Doctors and nurses surrounded her, each performing a different task, all with the goal of saving her life.

This first draft tells us what is happening. We hear the voice of a narrator. But if the scene is from Kate’s POV, we want to show the reader only what she is…

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A Journey Through Time

Last Friday I opened WordPress to check and reply to the comments and found a surprise waiting for in the notifications bar – a trophy and a congratulatory message on two years of this blog. Two years is a long time and I have trouble believing it is that long because it feels to me as if I have not progressed in my writing journey at all in those two years, which sort of renders this blog useless as its purpose, apart from documenting my progress, was to force me to write more regularly.

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So to celebrate my blogiversary, I’ve been looking back to the post I made last year for the 1 year anniversary and to the first post I ever made.

This is how it began:

So, by some whim of fate or divine intervention or chance, whichever takes your fancy, we find ourselves here. And what is the significance of this? you may well ask. The significance is this. You will, if you so choose, be joining me on a journey as I attempt to write a novel. I plan to document the entire process from an admittedly patchy first draft to, hopefully, the eventual polished publication of my novel.

And you are invited to share the journey. So take my hand and let us begin…

In the two years since I made the first post I have:

  • rewritten Queen of Hearts
  • made little progress on Rebellion Rising
  • participated in NaNoWriMo
  • moved away from home to start university
  • entered competitions and short stories that may never see the light of day
  • written numerous poems
  • created a language and not one but three different religions for my works
  • mapped lands and waters that exist nowhere but in my mind and now, on a piece on paper
  • published articles in my college magazine
  • reviewed books
  • read thousands of blog posts, researching and preparing
  • studied creative writing and learnt that there is not one way to success
  • changed majors from something with practical potential to something that I love
  • shared my work with you all through WIPpets each Wednesday
  • met an amazing bunch of supportive and encouraging people who have made me realize that writing is not a solo journey but a pilgrimage of like minded  souls

In my celebratory post last year, I tallied the number of followers and views and comments but I won’t do that this year because it is not the steps that count, nor the destination, it is the journey that makes this writing endeavor worthwhile. So to those of you who have been following me from the start and those of you who joined me along the way, I want to say a heartfelt thank you for helping to make this journey memorable.

Tragedies and the Loss of Innocence

I don’t know how to describe my feelings about this WIPpet post. The events that occur in the scene I will present break my heart but mostly because I know what has happened, and what will happen. Hopefully for the rest of you, without all its context, it won’t be too disheartening. But more on that later. As promised, here is a glimpse of some of the architectural elements I’ve been working on.

Funerary Complex

Funerary Complex

Sacred path - detail

Sacred path – detail

Temple of the Flame

Temple of the Flame

By next week I will have posted a more detailed post with lots of back story and also the drawings I have of the different house building styles that can be found. Excuse the wonkiness of the drawings, it is not my strong suit.

Anyway, back to the main business of today, the WIPpet. As it is the 19th of March the following is a scene from Chapter 19 of Queen of Hearts. It’s seven chapters on from last weeks post and unfortunately lacks the lightheartedness and innocence of the last scene I posted. In terms of context – Tiemil and Karavere had a huge fight and falling out after which Kara decided to ride back north un-escorted across a war torn country and Tiemil solaced himself by drinking a ridiculous amount of alcohol. Because, you know, that always solves problems. Not.

The messenger rode into Bridam exhausted. His horse stumbled along the cobbled road to the palace perched high on the cliff. He considered walking to spare his mount but he doubted his legs would hold him. The guards at the gate demand he dismount then laughed when he fell. He struggled to his feet, “I have a message for the princess.”

The head guard looked him up and down, “What business does a soldier have with Princess Taia?”

“Not Taia,” the messenger croaked, “Karavere.”

The guard rolled him eyes, “Oh. Her. Haven’t seen her in a few days but her pet is here. He’s your best bet.”

“Pet?”

“The cousin. Timal or Thermal or something.”

“Tiemil?”

“That’s the one. He’s probably in a tavern or if not, a brothel.”

“Many thanks.” the messenger took a step forward and found a heavy hand on his chest, “Not through here.”

“What?”

“The supply entrance, further along the wall. Best not to draw attention to yourself, rumour is the king wants Tiemil’s head on a plate.”

The messenger nodded. With heavy steps, he went searching for Tiemil. He found him in the barracks, well into his cups. “My lord, I have a message for Lady Karavere. They tell me you are the person to see?”

Tiemil looked up from his card game, “They?” he snorted, “They know nothing.”

“I must give my message to Lady Karavere and she alone, by order of Lord Anjez.”

“What is it? A love letter? You should have handed it to her when you passed her on the road.”

“I did not see her, my lord.”

“I am no lord.”

The messenger acknowledged him, “When did Lady Karavere leave?”

“A week ago? Might be less; might be more.”

“Then I hope for her sakes our people find her before the Haeleans do.”

“She knows the route to Adelton well enough.”

“Adelton fell.”