Monday, December 31, 2012

Random Questions for Writers (2012 Edition)

Well, seeing as it is the end of the year and I feel as if I ought to be doing something end-of-year-ish, this is my 2012 view on this little writerly questionaire. Wishing you and yours a happy writing year in 2013. 
Makes you think, hmm? 

-Do you have a pen/pencil collection? How many of those are chewed?
I have a new set of pens by Papermate, because there was a purple pen involved. Five new pencils with giant sparkly comfort grips. I have now officially stopped chewing on them...mostly because I've developed something of a habit for eating for tic-tac every five seconds. In Wintergreen. 

-Do you prefer handwriting or typing furiously?
I am still typing furiously. Honestly, I don't think this will ever change. I am far too ingrained with my fingers on a keyboard, be it virtual or real. Handwriting is still a part of my scribbling life, but it only factors in when I want some extra headspace. 

-How often do you get inspiration?
Every time I close my eyes...and considering I'm an insomniac, that says a lot. I always find inspiration, I just have to stop thinking about the 1,001th thing in my life and then I have enough to work with. Sometimes I want to hammer the ideas out and then it takes a little longer, but still. There's no such thing as writer's block. 

-Are you blogging this on a computer or laptop? 
Laptop!

-Do you get inspiration more in the early morning or late at night? 
Early morning...like 4am kind of early morning. It's amazingly weird and I don't have any regrets at all. I do wish I could get some sleep, but I guess I can't complain about the writing part. Inspiration is lovely and it makes my dreams interesting. 

-Do certain movies/books/music inspire you? 
Music is it, this year. I find that it's very easy to be inspired by some of the recent songs, my new favorite by Of Monsters and Men, is a song called "Little Talks".  There is an amazing music video that goes with it and the lyrics are lovely. It's actually based about an old couple and the band talks about the inspiration behind it in an interview. It's worth a listen.

-How do you incorporate God into your stories? 
With a prayer. This year, it's usually one of those italicized prayers from the MC's head and I find that those are some of the hardest pieces to write.

-Do you kill off your villains or make them repent? 
I'm killing most of them off, lately, because they are far to reprehensible to be redeemed. *shudder* and in all honesty, you wouldn't want me to. You'd think I'd gone spare.

-Are the majority of your characters magical beings, humans, or halflings? 
Er, how about still not-quite-human? I'm partial to Elves and Dark Fae at the moment. (Dark Fae because they are storm fairies, duh!) ~_^ and dragons. I have a thing going on about dragons right now...

-What genre of writing are you most comfortable in? 
Fantasy. But lately I've been thinking about little slice of life bits and pieces and due to University, I've been forced to write poetry. It's been interesting, but I wouldn't say that I like it anywhere near as much as I do my fiction. My poetry tends to be dark and broody--which is actually not that surprising when I think of it. Oh well. 

-Do you work better alone or with someone else? 
I still prefer to work alone. It's just easier. Just tell me what you want done and let me have at it. I've been backlogged a little bit with keeping up with projects and betaing and all of that work. My apologies to anyone who's still waiting on me. 

-Do your stories make sense, or do they ramble wildly? 
I haven't done as many stream of consciousness pieces as I normally would and the recent pieces, I'm told. Make sense, which is good. 

-Are your characters mostly Renegades, Peacekeepers or a mish-mash?
Still mish-mash. I think it's best that way. I do want to write a few peacekeeper types though, but I think that would be more of a challenge than my sleep-deprived brain could handle at the moment.

-Are you a sucker for good grammar? 
For spelling more so than the grammar, what I know, I know, what I don't. Well. *shrug* 

-How is your handwriting?
Still the same. Probably with more connectedness inside of it than usual and more shorthand. I'm working on cutting out the vowels. Hmm. When I do write "nicely" though, it looks as it always has, very neat and pretty.

-How evil are your villains? 
Oh they're bad alright. I like last year's note of "can't purify bad blood" kind of bad, so I'm going to use it again, because that's kind of the premise I use for it. Nice. 

-Are you long-winded or succinct? 
Still long-winded. I can make a story out of anything, just give me the chance and the time.

-Do you have typical writer traits such as ink stains on your fingers or a pencil behind your ear? 
I have my  modern writer traits, the callouses on one specific finger and the short fingernails.

-Would someone walking past you on the street consider you normal?
Yes. I look quite normal in the sense that I don't have my writer oddities showing... ~_^

-Do you write mostly poetry, stories, novels or a mixture? 
A mixture. I write everything. Literally everything. Get used to it. :P

-Do your characters vary in accents, appearance and attitude or are they mostly the same? 
They vary! I do try to follow some of the little things in my FMC's that are well-received, because a strong female heroine is strong, no matter what changes around them. The appearance, accents and such do change though.

-Do real people and/or places inspire your writing? 
This year, they have. I've been drawn to many photographs of lovely, wonderful places that I may never visit in my lifetime, if only because I don't know that I'd have enough time in my life to visit all of them! It's inspiring and amazing. 

-What is your favorite character? Or do you choose to remain unbiased in case of a revolt? 
My dark fae warrior known as Eviankia, short for Inkia. She's a lovely, smart-mouthed little thing and has a knack for working with shadows and electricity. 

-Do you talk to your characters? Do they talk back? 
Yes and Yes. They never shut up. 

-Are you more comfortable with girl or boy main characters? 
Lately, I've been writing male characters. I'm told I do a very nice, "tall, dark and brooding" character. Hmm. 

-Do you follow basic overused plot lines with new twists thrown in or do you depart from the norm all the time? 
I use the same plots with my own twists, and lately, I've been delving far away from the norm. 

-Do you feel God has called you to be a writer/poet? Will you grasp the power of the pen? 
Yes, I have and by His grace, I continue to write. 

Happy New Year!

~Sara

Thursday, December 13, 2012

12 Days of Christmas Fiction Challenge : Year 2012



It's the 2012 Edition of the Christmas Fiction blog meme. If you're up to it, go ahead and join the fun! You can write anything holiday related and share below with your fellow readers and writers. Please keep posts/stories PG-13 for our younger readers.

What is it? For the 12 days leading up to Christmas, write one original short story or scene based off of a popular Christmas song. You can use the lyrics if you want, but it is not necessary as long as you mention which song your story is based off of.

When is it? Now! Dec 13th-25th.

Who: You! Or any writer you know of, who would love to join in the fun.

Why: Why not? Besides, it's a fun way to spice up your blog posts.

How? Join up at the Linky Widget below this post. Simply post the link to your entry and don't forget to read and comment on others. Have fun!

Merry Christmas! 

Christmas Fiction Index


I thought I had an index of all my holiday/Christmas fiction lined up. Right. As I'm sure you know by now, sometimes what's in my head doesn't quite make it out onto the page or in this case, the computer screen and by default, this lovely blog. Apparently my main index post is missing, so in the interest of keeping my sanity and yours, here's the new list, by year. The song titles are in parentheses and the story titles are linked. There are pieces of original fiction included as well. I will be aiming to do another set of 12 Christmas Stories again this year. Wish me luck and feel free to send in your song requests to be storified.

Click the links below to start reading. Merry Christmas!


2010 : Christmas Song Short Stories

1. When Grams Got Run-Over  (Grandma Got Run Over By A Reindeer)
2. Hard, Sweet Memories (Hard Candy Christmas)
3. Let There Be Peace In The Choir (Let There Be Peace On Earth)
4. Warp Open, Christmas Vein  (I'll Be Home for Christmas)
5. Thom's Toy Soldiers  (One Toy Soldier)
6. Mysterious Meeka  (The Ghosts of Christmas Eve)
7. Beside The Manger (Away In A Manger)
8. Lana's Christmas Adventure (Mary, Did You Know?)

2009: Original Short Fiction

1. A Christmas Memory for Alice

2008 : Original Fiction,

1. The Night Before Christmas That I Should Have Slept In

Saturday, December 1, 2012

NaNoWriMO 2012 : Day 30 (Excerpt)

Hey everyone!

I made it through the month. Whew. Wow. What a month it was! It seemed like everything and anything that could happen, did. Amazingly, I managed to crank out 75,017 words in the midst of pure chaos, while playing ML. WOW. That's quite a shock even to me.

While it isn't my usual 100k, I can say that I'm pretty happy with the outcome. I'm also happy to share an excerpt from Nytefrute with any interested readers. (as with a good chunk of my blog-posted fiction, this excerpt has not been edited, so be warned in advance). Thanks for following me through the month--I hope you had a great Nano experience.

See you next year in NaNoland!
~Sara

NANOWRIMO 2012 : Novel #1


SYNOPSIS


10-year-old Nena Capreka was only searching for food when she entered the Nyte Compound. She was not looking for trouble. She was not looking for Frute. And above all else, she was not looking to die...

Miagra Ugden is a rare Nyte Officer, with the power to kill on contact. It's a touchy subject all around. When she's inadvertently thrust into the role of Nena's caretaker, she finds that this little urchin of an orphan might be just what their world is looking for.

With a name like Gardenia, the title of General is absolutely necessary. Her Nyte Officer Unit is known for their quick coordination and effortless extraction. They've always been a seamless circle, one Nyte's talents flowing straight into the next--until Miagra is dumped into their midst, with a 10-year-old girl along for the ride.

Gardenia is not ready to handle the new headache that is threatening to tear her Unit apart at the seams. When Miagra makes her an offer she can't resist, it will take more than willpower to refuse.

Temptation was never quite so forbidden nor ever so sweetly offered....


NYTEFRUTE EXCERPT


NOTES:  Trainers are the High-ranking officers/Warriors, Trained are the officers/individuals beneath them. Gardenia is a Trainer and her Trained is Haruken. 

“Gardenia.” Florian inspected his favorite daughter with a sharp eye. He could read more in her stiff posture than he could from the words she wasn’t saying. It had been two long years since he’d last laid eyes on her and yet it seemed as if she hadn’t changed all that much. Instead, it seemed as if the two years had worn on her longer and harder than any of her previous missions and assignments ever had. That worried him as he took in the darkness around her eyes, the faint twitch of her fingers and the tight press of her thin lips. He waited until his aide stepped out, closing the door with the privacy lock, before he circled around the desk to take her by the shoulders.

She allowed the contact, even though she bristled faintly at his touch. He almost smiled, but thought better of it and then dropped his hands, using one to cup her cheek, briefly. “You traveled well?” He inquired, politely.

She turned away from the caress. “I am here for a favor.” She smoothed the front of her uniform. “And I can’t take any other answer than the outcome I need.”

“…ask away.” He prompted.

“I need to request a merciful death.”

Florian blinked. The words hung heavily in the air and he stared at her, searching for some sort of explanation in those pale-white eyes, noting that as she spoke, a rich, white gardenia literally sprung to life right over her left ear. He frowned. This was serious then. He turned back to his desk and began to busy himself with the crystal decanter and the matching square goblets on the silver tray there. “When?”

“As soon as possible.”

“Is this to do with the reason of your return?”

“Yes.”

“Gardenia-”

“I need this to happen.” She interrupted. “Haruken stumbled into something that he wouldn’t have if I hadn’t ordered him there in the first place.”

“Perhaps that is true, but Gardenia-”

“I can’t let him do this. He doesn’t deserve it.”

“Rules are law, and even if I want to bend them for you, I simply cannot-”

“He has a little sister almost exactly like that.”

Florian paused. He frowned at her a little longer, for good measure and then handed over a glass of fruity wine. “For the nerves,” he murmured, when she perked a brow. It was a gesture so reminiscent of her late mother that he couldn’t help but smile. “My nerves, if not yours.” He amended.

“Please, father.”

It was a low blow and they both knew it, but he downed the wine anyway. The familiar taste and burn slid down his throat and helped to wash away what little resistance he’d tried to build up. He’d known since he’d spoken to her on the comm. that she would return with some request to challenge them both and a promise that he wouldn’t be able to refuse. “Gardenia,”

“You can do anything with my unit afterwards. I swear it.” She cut in once more. “please, father. He can’t take this and I can’t let him.”

Florian started. He did know that. If the regulation went through, his pig-headed daughter would be sure to take on the duty that her Trained ought to have taken care of and in return for that, it would fall on her record, which would in turn, reflect on his. A pristine, perfect record that had never even heard of a problem.

He sighed. “This is a very difficult thing you ask, daughter.” The use of her title rather than her name, brought her up short, but she did not interrupt this time as he surveyed her over the rim of the square goblet. “I may be able to see to this,” He began.
Relief colored her features at once, before her expression schooled itself into something more neutral. “Thank you, Father. You will not-”

“You haven’t heard all that I’ve had to say.” He cautioned. “I can make this happen, that is not the issue here. The problem is that promise you just swore.”

She straightened at once, head held high. “I said nothing that I was unwilling to follow through with.”

He sighed, heavily. “I should hope not.” He raised the empty glass in salutation. “Welcome back. Do not let me see your face until this has blown over.”

She offered a stiff salute, clicked her booted heels together and was gone with the formal bow of respect from a child to parent.

He watched her retreating figure with a twinge of regret, perched on the edge of his antique desk. She was too much like her mother in ways that he’d never been able to quite understand, and yet, in ways he wasn’t sure that he wanted to argue about. He’d make her little wish come through, but on top of that, he’d also make sure he didn’t burn himself in the process.

She might be his daughter, but he’d put a lifetime into his career. A lifetime that he refused to watch fade away simply because she could not keep herself and a single unit together. The last nasty business had been with the death of that Protector of theirs and the rumors hadn’t stopped flying at all in the past two years since it had been. He did wonder himself, as to whether it was true, that the Porea had actually betrayed them, but he knew better than to ask.

His curiosity would only be satisfied by an official inquiry, which in turn would tell the entire Central City that he did not have it all under control and that he couldn’t manage someone as simple as his own daughter. He turned around to pour himself another glass of wine and swirled it in contemplation as he slid off the desk and circled around to sit back in his chair.

A faint thought niggled at the back of his head and prompted a rather wide smile as his aide reentered the office room.

“…sir?”

“Adelinea.” He smiled, coldly. “Do put Fraiser on the line for me, hm?”

The aide inched forward and reached for his desk comm. She tapped in several keys and codes, swiping her clearance card near the end before she could actually place the call and then handed it over, setting it before him and tapping the final keys to bring the video conference to life on the far wall of the office.

“That will be all.” He intoned.

She bobbed her head quickly, offered a salute and strode out of the office, just as the live feed flickered into view.

Florian smirked. “Fraiser…what an unpleasant surprise…”