Fun and Games

Hi guys! 

What an exhausting but awesome week! 

I’ve had my younger brother and sister stay for a couple of days. 

Boy! 

If you’re a parent or somebody who looks after children, then you’ll know just how challenging it is to keep little minds occupied. Especially as it’s the six week’s holiday and the novelty of not having to attend school wears off after a few days. 

Most of our time has been spent outside at the park and just going for walks. My husband and I live close to the countryside, so it’s handy for getting out and about exploring. 

This week has also been one of devastation. 

I learnt that one of my heroes weren’t how I’d idolised them in my head. 

It’s something that I’ve tried over and over not to do, but it’s hard. As human beings we admire the people behind what we’re shown. Whether they are the next bestselling author of a genre that’s been off your radar, an artist whose work struck a cord somewhere inside you or an up and coming actress. 

Somewhere deep inside our subconscious lies a craving to know that person. What made him or her create that piece of art/music/film or book? What were their beliefs? 

Sometimes the answers that are said are not how they were meant to be perceived. 

This realisation blew me apart. 

Have you ever realised that the person you idolised was not who you thought they were? 

Leave your comments below. 

Until next week, 

Blaze

With thanks to Yaoqi LAI for the image via Unsplash.com 

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Hope: Ordinary or Extraordinary? 

Hi guys! 

Hope you’ve all had a great week! 

What makes a character extraordinary in your view? 

I’ll tell you a bit about my main character, Seori (or Rosie as an alternative. I haven’t decided on which is better). 

She is thirteen in my current draft, but thinking of aging her up to fourteen/fifteen. Having her younger makes it more middle grade fiction and I’d rather the book fall into YA. It’s just a hunch I have. She receives a letter from her biological mum and learns that she’s a Verboten. 

Now, anyone who is Verboten is denied the right to live by the Moirai, my story world’s answer to government. 

The Moirai have rules which restrict everybody to conform. Everybody’s identity is stripped. They are known only by number codes and each have uniforms to wear. Seori is a name that is found on the letter. 

There’s a reason why being a Verboten is known to be a one way ticket to death. 

Verbotens have powers that the Moirai can only dream of acquiring. 

Seori’s power is Psychometry. She can trace dead or missing people by reading jewellery. 

Most of my characters will evolve into Gods and Goddesses. 

Seori also learns that she provides others hope and optimism. But how she finds that out will remain a secret. 

Does providing people hope make her an extraordinary character? 

I think hope is an extraordinary thing. It’s the one thing that failed to escape Pandora’s Box, but sometimes hope can also be a catalyst for problems. 

It’s something I’ll spend some time considering. 

That’s all for this week, 

Until next time, 

Blaze

With thanks to Yevgeniy Gradov for the image via Unsplash.com.

Learning to Outline

Hi guys! 

This week I’ve been looking at how to outline my novel. 

I’m a panster at heart, so outlining is all new to me. Hence the research. 

I know many writers who have different ways of outlining. Some like to use the Snowflake Method and some like to use numbers and a one sentenced preview of what happens per chapter. 

The trouble with being a panster is, is that so much time gets wasted. I speak for myself here. I don’t know whether anybody else feels this way, or I’m the minority that does. 

I’ve been working on Pandora’s Kiss for eight years now. 
Eight years of slogging over blank pages that turned into rewrites that turned into pages that gathered dust. 

Wouldn’t it have been so much easier just outlining before I started? 

Perhaps. 

The idea has evolved a great deal in that time thanks to the rewrites. I’ve learnt a great deal about my WIP because of that. But recently I’ve been wondering if there’s even a story worth telling underneath that. Am I telling it the right way? Or could it be told better? 

There’s so much that I’m unsure of. 

That’s why I’m planning on working it all into an outline.

A part of me worries that my dithering will lead to never being published. I have asked myself in the past how many rewrites will it take until I’m satisfied? 

That’s something I’m still pondering. 

Hopefully it’ll all work itself out. 

I appreciate all of the likes and the comments you leave on the posts. If there is anything you want me to cover then all you need to do is suggest it. 

Until next week, 

Blaze

With thanks to Aaron Burden for the image via Unsplash.com 

Critique Mayhem!

Hi guys! 

Hope you all had a great 4th July! 

This week, as you can tell by the post title, has been filled with critique after critique after critique. 

The site where I participate in critiquing is called Scribophile. It’s one of the most trusted for guaranteed feedback and it’s real easy to sign up to. 

You can’t post a piece of your work up straightaway.  You have to work for it by critiquing other people’s work. With every critique you gain points. You have to earn 5 or more (sounds little, but it’s a lot) before you can submit yours. 

Some might say that this is highly unfair. Why can’t I just post my work and be done with it? 

As a writer the one thing I hate is critiquing. 

I LOVE reading other people’s work. 

But telling someone what I think of it? 

My brain kind of dies with all of the words swirling around in my head. What did I like about it? What stood out to be an issue? Did everything fit together? 

Erm… 

Then there’s always a chance that the person who you’re critiquing for could take it the wrong way. 

Scary stuff. 

Critiquing always makes me feel superior which I hate. I’m a big believer in equality and that nobody should be above or below anyone else. Telling someone what is or isn’t right with their work is heart rending. That’s why I try to be careful with my words. 

I don’t water it down, but I’m not harsh, either. 

Are you a fan of critiquing? Does it send you running for the hills screaming too? 

Drop a comment below! 

Until next time, 

Blaze

Thanks to Dayne Topkin for the image via Unsplash.com. 

Writing Prompt: A Generous Deed

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Hi guys!

Time for another random quibbling from a writing prompt.

This one is a scene where a character has to swallow her pride and do something she didn’t want to do. Her friend wants to know why as they drive around looking for a parking space.

“I don’t understand,” Anita says as we drive around the car park. “You don’t like her yet you save her from being sacked.” I release a heavy sigh.
Ever since we’d left work fifteen minutes ago she couldn’t let it go. A red Clio pulls into the vacant spot. Damn! That’s the second one within minutes.
“What choice did I have?” I reply. “Debra’s got four kids and needs the money. What kind of person would I be to watch her suffer?”
“She deserves everything she gets. The woman’s a liability. She leaves boxes left open and half filled. No wonder there’s so many complaints from customers. Kids must be crying into their Frozen pillows because of the lack of sweets.”
Anita has a point. Ever since she started work three weeks ago the whole production line had suffered. She’d get to leave on time while we were meant to pick up the slack. Other workers were becoming fed up with her lack of ambition.
“Everyone has their off days. You did once. Remember that incident with the sealing machine.” She purses her lips together. This is starting to get annoying. How many times do we need to drive around here?
Debra wasn’t my friend or anything. If anything we were completely different. She liked her rock and heavy metal music and I liked jazz and classical. She wears black and had piercings on both eyebrows. I don’t have any.
She’d been there for me in a time of crisis. I’d left the house without picking up my purse. Going back for it would’ve meant getting two buses there and back again. That’s when Debra came forward and had offered to pay for my shopping. I paid her back in full the next day.
“That was once. Not a hundred flippin’ times!”
“Maybe, but all she needs is a bit of encouragement. Hopefully she’ll improve.” The corners of her mouth pull down forming a scowl. Her hands grasp the wheel of her pick up truck. If it was someone’s neck they’d be dead by now. We turn the corner to find another free parking space.
“If she doesn’t you can hold her accountable for that.”
“Scout’s honour.” She successfully manages to park. We get out and make our way into the supermarket.

That’s all from me for today.

Hope you are all well.

Until next week,

Blaze