Uh-Oh Nano!!

The anticipation is way to much. I am so excited and anxious to get started.

         Usually when I'm this excited about anything I start strong but half way through I fizzle out.

So, how do I keep this from happening and ruining my Nano-x-perience. I have plotted, mapped and 

outlined my wip. I've been meeting with my writing group and talking through plot problem and character 

development. Perusing the blogs getting all the info I can from  veteran wrimos.

         So what do you guys think, is that is enough?

            The best advice I've gotten was from fellow blogger Kelly Lynn  on Defeating Nano she says to 

write,write,write. Stop by and read Kelly's post, tell I sent you.


          Good luck to all participating in nano, tic toc are you done with your plotting, or are you a pantser? 

What great advice have you gotten for nano tell me about it in the comment section. You know I need all the 

advice I can get:)

 

When your WIP becomes controversial in your own HOME!!!!

Whew, that title is a mouth full.

I'm sure there are many authors out there that has dealt with this issue. When the MS you're working on gets thumbs down by your family or even worse your husband.

I'm in the mapping and plotting stage of the MS I plan to write for nano. I am very excited about the premises, but my husband not so much. Let me qualify this by saying we are both Christian and believe in the same thing. But have different views on points of our beliefs...

My  MS is about DEATH..dum,  dum,dummmm(seems like the world should always be followed by the beating of loud drums).
My husband feels that death is negative and morbid and just can't understand why I would want to write about it.
I think society makes death negative. I feel death is just like life if you live you must die. It's the natural order of things.
Well needless to say this debate took us back to when Jesus died on the cross and the death being bad but the Resurrection being good.

My argument is if not for the death as Christians we could not have eternal life.

In short I don't feel death is negative but necessary to the cycle of life. I agree with him that the world depicts death as bad or negative because it's so final. Depending on your religious belief it may not be final. In Christianity we believe "to be absent from the body(death ) is to be present with the Lord" to me that's not negative.


The MS is based on my short story which you can read here.
It's about a 15 year old girl who learns that she is an Angel of Death. the premise will be fun and lighthearted. The moral of the story is that death is necessary and someone has to do it. My MC Wysdom will find herself at a high School for Angels of  Death , Reapers, and Angels who help usher babies through the womb of Life.

It won't be morbid but fun. I'm excited about building this world, but now I don't feel I can share it with my husband. As a writer you need the support of your family. Mainly because they are sometimes the ones who suffer the most because you must dedicate so much time to your craft.

My husband is awesome, he helps me with my research and always encourage  me to keep writing. I want to share every aspect of my writing with him. Has anyone else had to deal with this?
How did you over come it?

I would love to hear your thoughts comment below. Thanks for listening to me I feel better now:)

50 page Critique by RuthAnne! #gutgaa

#GUTGAA 50 PAGE GIVE-A-WAY!!!!!!!!!!

YES! I Said GIVE-A-WAY

As a part of this awesome blogfest hosted by Deana, there is a contest for a 50 page critique from the amazing  RuthAnne. So hop on over to her blog for more details. You don't want to miss out on this ...heck you can't miss out on this.

OH YEAH, THANKS FOR STOPPING BY!!! 

Inspiration for my MS

What do you think when you see this picture? 

I love this picture it's one of many that gives me inspiration for my current WIP.  I know it's kinda cliche-ish, the princess lost in the woods  can you see the white horse and the gallant prince and his men following behind on the way to rescue her. No my current MS doesn't take place in a forest, so why this photo.
To me it just screams magical and mythical.  Who knows maybe it will inspire my next WIP.

...and this one

I couldn't get it turned the right side up. Now you know my secret. Yes this has a lot to do with my current ms. I was pondering over rather to title the book Dawn or Sapphire's Dawn. My morning commute is just before daybreak it always makes me think of the characters in my book. Something about the sky the way the clouds dance and form the most amazing picture. I found it interesting and yet dangerous driving at this time because I can't take my eyes off the sky.

The water is also an inspiration, my MC is from an island and on my drive I cross a long bridge. As I cross all I  see is water and sky(and cars of course if I'm paying attention...kidding of course), I love it. Peaceful and majestic, it makes me feel like I can step into my story, my fantasy.
Side Note: I love my ms, I can't wait to get it all out, not to share it with the world, but to see where my characters take me and where the end up.

*Excerpts* Sapphire's Dawn

After some valuable critique I decided to revise this excerpt see revisions here



I decided to post an excerpt from my WIP , as a part of GUTGAA, I am looking for a critique partner or a group. If this grabs your attention, or you would like to work with me Please leave me a comment below. Also if you have the time please take a moment to critique. Applying the golden rule of course, but I am not fragile.


“Where did she come from?”

“I don't know, the young ones found her near the water. She's not a familiar, so they brought her here before going to council and, before she was conscious. She has no light doc, that's impossible right?”

I could hear them but, I couldn't see them, I felt my eyes were open but, there was only darkness. The older male voice was the doctor, but I couldn't tell if the other voice was a male or female because of the  high  pitch tone. I was sure it was a teenager like me.  I was so use to hearing this tone down every hall in school.

“No. It's not  impossible for one of us to not have a light,” answered the doctor.

I know I'm dreaming again, when I  hear  familiar voices in my head. Is that Mrs. Kensington?  OMG! Am I in class-

“What are you going to do with her doc?” the younger voice interrupted my thoughts of complete horror.

If being the new, don't touch or talk to me because, I am not interested in joining your clubs or cliques girl wasn't enough. I'm also  the  freak that falls asleep in class and  narrate a vivid account of the voices in my head. Kill me now because it will take weeks for this to blow over. The last time this happened I stayed home for a week the taunts were unbearable. After a week of absences people were more worried about me having committed suicide or something  more morbid then that.

“How is it possible for one of us not to have a light doc?” The voice shrieked

“Can you please go and get the other elders, tell them there is hybrid in our mist. They will know what to do.” I could tell the doctor was annoyed.

“A hybrid? But I thought they didn’t exist, the mere mention is what caused the last uprising” the voice was higher if at all possible. I could hear the urgency in it's footsteps as it turned and ran out of the room. Hybrid...huh. Why haven't I awakened? I can't recall  being this aware or dreaming for this long. Focus Zara, you must wake up. 

It seemed like only a few minutes had passed, when I  hear the sound of many feet approaching all at once. I understand what they were saying, but  the fear in their voices was evident even from a distance. There’s maybe three or four more voices in the room with the doctor and the boy with the high pitched voice. I knew this now because I heard someone call him Michael. The footsteps become louder as they get closer to me. “Impossible. How did she get here?” This voice was an even older man.

“We don't know the young ones found her near the forbidden waters unconscious, they brought her here when they noticed she had no light,” the doctor answered.

“We must get rid of her before the others knows she is here. We don’t need the threat of another uprising, our planet will not survive it. Let's call a gathering of all the elders at once, we will be rid of her by nightfall,”it was another older voice. I guess these are the elders he asked for.

“So is she a hybrid?” Michael’s voice was panicked, this scared me too although it was just a dream I could hear my heart thud behind my ears. Get rid of me what does that mean. Why can't I wake up. I have to get out of this dream before- I cringed at  the thought.

The background noise in my head changes. I know I am no longer in class, the feel of weightlessness tells me my body is being moved. Now there is complete silence to add to the darkness. I need to awaken before I lose my mind completely.

I heard a loud noise, as if a door was forced open, footsteps coming toward me again, as they got closer the voices became clearer. The doctor was back with the older voice they called elder, there were two voices I didn't recognize, but I could tell they were as old as this elder.

“It's the same one as before, how is this possible I thought you got rid of it doctor,” the first elder asked

“I did, I destroyed it just as you instructed. It can’t be the same one.” The doctor insisted.

Destroyed! I try to control the trembles that are erupting from my body. I don't want them to know I’m conscious. I can tell they are as afraid of me as I am of them.

“If you destroyed her why is she back? How is she back?” Another voice elder said.

The doctors voice was abrupt, “I think now the real problem is finding the portal and sealing it for good. Instead of worrying how or why she is back, let's make it impossible for her to return.” 

“They know we won't allow them to expose us, and why try now?” I recognize the first elder's voice. “ Has anyone else notice the most important factor? Not only does this girl not have a light, there is no way she could come through a portal or survived our atmosphere."

"so, she is a  hybrid because," Michael questioned. 

It is clear she is not one of us, nor is she the girl from the last time, she had to come from Earth having survived both she has to be is a hybrid.” as fast as the words left the doctors mouth a collective gasp filled the room, followed by silence. 

“There are no such beings as hybrids, and we all thank you to not spread inexplicable notions. Are you trying to cause another uprising? Our kind can not mate with human. Those are just old fables told to the young ones to keep them from trouble. Doctor, you are  too wise to believe such tales.”

“Well then, how do you explain this human girl with no light in our universe having survived the trip and our atmosphere?” The doctor was shouting in anger, and I couldn't help but wonder why I was still in this dream. It seems so real, why can't I wake up?

“I can't explain it, but in all my five centuries I have never seen a hybrid. This fact is not because we don’t believe in them, but because they simply can not and do not exist.To end this fruitless debate, I vote now that we destroy this being immediately it is already beginning to taint our views, and alter our judgement.”

All the voices in the room each vote yes to destroy me at once. The fact that this was just a dream gave little comfort as a jolt of fear course through me. I feel my body being whisked away swiftly as if I was on something with wheels. As it rolls faster my heart pounds to its rhythm. The temperature went from cool to bolstering hot. I could feel the sweat roll down my face and back. I’m having trouble breathing the heat is so stifling, my lungs ache  searching for fresh air. It was getting hotter, I could feel my skin wither, like I was on fire. I let out a scream when I realized what was happening. There was no pain, just the feeling of suffocating. I scream louder, there was still only darkness the voices were  gone. I felt something cold on my forehead, someone calling my name.

“Zara, wake up honey come back to us.” It was my mom I try to scream louder there is no sound,  I can’t breathe. I could feel my moms  hair brush against my cheeks, her breathe cool on my face. I attempt again to find air, I inhale coughing after filling my lungs, I exhale.I'm back.