Intimidating Blank Page

Once learned, desire can be used for just about anything. Except that we are talking about writing.

For me personally, the first page is both exciting and terrifying at the same time. It is no lie that this crucial page is what makes or breaks your foot in the threshold of an agent’s door. During rejects I have received I have learned that sometimes even the best premise falls short when opening that first page, reading that first sentence.

Learn from it!

Before approaching the daunting page, make sure you know what you want to write about. Some authors fly by the seat of their pants while others break down the skeleton of their story to plan ahead. Whichever way you choose to do it, find your niche and go with it. If you find yourself stuck then try the other method. When writing, I inter-change between the two methods.

After you have broken down what you want to write about you want to think about your inciting action. What is it that is going to both draw your readers in and introduce your characters? Now the inciting incident doesn’t have to be your main plot, in fact, it’s better if it’s just a small bump on the road that leads your character to decide on the course/plot of the rest of the book. However, there are a few no-nos you want to avoid when creating this…

AVOID:

1. Starting your book off with a dream! Trust me, nothing irks both the reader and the agents/publishers more than reading something awesome then ending up finding it all a dream! This is frustrating and poor build up!

2. Starting with an alarm clock/radio/beginning of a normal boring day! Another misconception people think is that because you want to show your character doing normal before the incident that this helps your reader build an affection for your character. WRONG! Puts them to sleep if anything! If you feel like you must at least put something odd in there like them waking up to the sound of a building coming down that they thought wasn’t supposed to come down for another month to give them time to move out.

3. Avoid Prologues! Often times, prologues are information that is either not needed or can be introduced through small portions throughout the book. Most writers feel that prologues give backstory but usually they end up being a waste of space, dealing with characters that have no other intention to the story other than that and we don’t see them again!

These are just three things that you would do best to avoid and keep the agent from chucking your manuscript, and your chances, against their window or even out of it.

When facing the first page remember your HOOK. The Hook is the crucial first sentence or first paragraph of your book. Many agents, in fact, only read the first sentence to determine whether they want to continue reading. There are avoidances in regards to this as well but that is going to be for another day.

What I encourage you to do is to practice planning for your first page. What are you trying to achieve with it and how will you bring the reader into the world that you have invested your time in? Remember the avoidances and choose you inciting incident.

The next things I will talk about are Hook, Character Creation, STP vs LTP and Showing vs Telling… Please join in.

Until next time. Keep Writing!

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Harness Your Desire

Ah the dream of millions but the relization of soo few. The pipe dream just as acting or singing. However, it is not as hard as you think it is to achieve! All it takes is two simple things:

1. Desire
2. Determination

Two words, yet these are the very same things people have the hardest time doing. First, you have to WANT with every fiber to write. Wake up, write! Eat, write! Bathroom, write! Sleep, write! Hell I carry a notebook with me wherever I go.

Today that is what we are going to look at…Desire!

With desire comes the voices. You need to accept the voices in your head. Once you create characters they become living, breathing parts of you. And they are loud, using every ounce of energy you possess. Mine even wake me up in the middle of the night just to write.

NOTE: KEEP A JOURNAL AT YOUR BED JUST FOR THOSE OCCASSIONS!

This desire burns greatly. It will burn holes in your socks as you pace the room angry at a conflict you can’t resolve. Burn through various pencils, notebooks and wallets that you thought would never die.

As a writer, what you must do is capture that burn, craft that desire. Shape it into a work that you hunger to write. Yes there are times when you need to research… ALWAYS look for ways to improve yourself. Research becomes a curiousity that never ends.

Because desire is soo strong, you will soon earn and itch to write. For me I feel as if something is off if I don’t want to write a damn thing. NO, you don’t need to go to a doctor. They can’t cure you anyway. What you need is to take out that pen and paper and write. Who the hell cares what about just write. Write until that desire subsides.

This is desire. And a crucial part needed in becoming and being and striving and living as a writer.

So today I encourage you to go and write about anything. Do it every day. For ten minutes, one hour, a few hours… I want you to shut off the tv and music… yes even your video games, naughty people. Turn all of it off and listen to the world around you with a pencil and paper. Don’t use your computer until you lean diligence not to quickly switch to Facebook, Youtube or even Twitter. Then with that paper and pencil, write about what you see, what you feel, what you hear.

I normally set practice writings with groups for 10 mins, 30 mins tops! Just long enough to try to create a page or so about the world around you. Read it once you’re done. Did you ever notice things like that before? Doing this every day will work your brain, training it to build the desire to write every day.

Harness the desire you have and build it to bursting. This is the first step to becoming a writer is to have the desire to write.

Tomorrow we will look at the biggest and most important part… THE BLANK PAGE!

Seraphim – 4

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Her smile brightened; casting a jealous shadow over the sunlight.  A small giggle left her throat and she bounded toward where I lay.  The doctor’s hands pressed against the little girl’s shoulders keeping her from moving a foot closer.  Those suspicious eyes never left, yet when it came to the girl, they mixed with worry.

“Mommy.”  Blonde curls bounced in the air as she craned her head up toward her mother.

“I will not hurt the girl.”  Seriously, what did they think I was?  Then again, knowing what my people are capable of; what they have done even to our own kind, I did not blame the woman in the slightest.  Still, it was eerie to think, that this little girl had to have some type of Kakodaemon blood in her.

“How is our guest?”

Another shadow blocked the remaining light from the doorway.  Then the room bathed the newcomer in the candlelight.  Breath paused, and I could hear my heart skip in my chest.  Kakodaemon.  Another.  This one taller than the current man in the room but only by a few inches, and not as intimidating as the first.  Just like all the rest of his kind, this man stood made of sex and sin.  Yet, twin horns spiraled up unlike the ram horns of the other Kakodaemon.  Still, just like the little girl being held back by the doctor.

Blonde hair.  Spiraled horns.  Wings.  My eyes slid from the doctor to the new Kakodaemon, then to the little girl.  It made sense.  She was their daughter.

“I didn’t know that one of us could ever create children with a Kakodaemon.”  Even as it came out, I could hear the slight disgust hinted in my voice.  Maybe more than I had intended.  It just wasn’t done.  Every training I previously had, even the very life I was taught since birth, all pointed toward this little girl as being an abomination.

But she’s a little girl.  A child.  Just like the ones you saved.

The ones my men died for.  Bitter betrayal flooded my mouth in a corrosive bile that did not stop.  Turning my head I threw up the remaining contents of a tasteless meal I couldn’t even remember having.

A cold hand pressed against my forehead, another rubbed my back until I spilled the rest onto the ground.  No one kicked me, nor scolded me for messing up the floor.  The doctor stroked my back, concern etched on her soft facial features.  Between episodes I tried desperate to apologize for such an indecency but all that came out were gurgles and incoherent babble.

“Shhh…”  She soothed, pulling loose strands of my hair back from my face.  “You can’t help how you are feeling.”

How could this be?  In all my life, I never knew an Agathodaemon woman to be so kind.  So loving.  Not even to her own child.  They were accessories to power.  Good solely for climbing the social ladder.  I’m sure even the children I sired where nothing to the mothers who paid for them.  Yet, this woman, was different.

“Thank you, sweet lady.”  Though no words came out, just a series of sputtering and coughing.

“Don’t fight it.”  Ylanna pressed a cool hand along my damp forehead.  “Your body will take a few days to recover.”

“How bad?”  That came out clear despite the growl.

I couldn’t see her frown but I felt it.  Her body stiffened slight.  If not for my intense training within the ranks of the military, I probably would not have noticed, but her actions deafened my senses.  She didn’t have to tell me in great detail what she tried so hard to put off.  I could feel it.  Though muscles from my wing still moved, the cool air rubbed only against bone and bandages.

“We couldn’t save your third wing.”  My right shoulder twitched feeling the fragmented muscles.

For an Agathodaemon, losing one of the Flight Wings – wings that grew from the shoulder – felt like being clipped and flightless.  True my Glide Wing below it would serve the same purpose, it had no choice now; I couldn’t stop the useless feeling washing over me.  Without all four of my wings, I was undone.  Growling, I bit my lip to keep from a full snarl.  Broken.  Without.

Another small hand fell on my shoulder, pulling me from my reverie.  Innocent blue eyes coaxed a smile from my cracked lips.  Somehow, the bizarre arrangement of horns and blonde fluff gave the little girl a charm all her own.  I couldn’t hate her, nor feel despised by her own creation.  No she was indeed a beautiful child.

“Sariah, give the man room.”  Ylanna tried to situated her body between the girl and my reach.

“Sariah is it?”  The girl nodded, strong emotions of joy radiated from such a broad smile.  Heartstrings tugged and for the first time in years, I wondered what my children looked like.  Not that I could ever find out.  I shook that idea off.  Never again would I be able to set foot into Elysian without a few wing tips through my back.

“Such a beautiful name.”  My own smile widened.  “For such a beautiful young lady.”  Odd how two assuming enemies could come together.  My heart ached remembering the children who caused my own downfall.  It wasn’t their fault for living.  If anything I still did not regret saving them.  Not even if they were Kakodaemon.  No.  If still placed along my path again, I would repeat my act.

Ylanna grabbed her daughter’s hand, pulling from me once more.  She then looked up at the man who had to obviously be her mate.  Then back to the other man who only now just pushed himself off from the wall.  “For now, he is clear but he needs much rest.  Kel, I leave him in your hands.  Don’t hurt my patient.”

With that, the three of them were gone leaving me in the hands of this man with such large, ram horns.  A man who, for some reason, I felt like I knew from a lifetime that seemed long forgotten.

Power Outages and Coffee

I apologize for not being able to add a new post for two days. There was a nasty storm here in Maryland. Two million people out of power and I, being one of them, couldn’t access my internet. With things back to business, I should be able to start getting back to normal and adding more posts.

In better news, my boyfriend and I went to Starbucks yesterday and made an Aeye. He was my guinea pig and happily enjoyed the first Aeye ever made! This particular one was strong in the Hazelnut so we decided to go buy a dark fench vanilla roast and a bottle of vanilla pumps from Starbucks to attempt to experiment in perfecting the Aeye.

Still he loved the Aeye so I will continue to make more. If anyone else who wants to try please tell me your stories and experiences. Even what you think of the drink itself and I will continue adding more food and drink from my novel for all of you who are curious even to try them out.

Thank you!