Sunday, January 31, 2010
I sighed, closing my eyes and allowing the flow of imagination wander within me and open doors that I never thought possible to open, then again, they have opened before, but for some reason, every time they open, I am left in awe, overwhelmed with excitement, sadness, and love.
His presence stood out in the clearing. I watched him sit by the large marble angel statue with his arms resting on his bent knees, his wild hair fell over his eyes and curled around his ears. His gray eyes resembled broken glass against his warm skin. His eyes shifted over to the large, thick trees and he stared at their still branches his mind wandering too.
I knew we were thinking the exact same thing in that exact moment. He was thinking of his life, the abnormality of it, the unexpected twists and turns, the people he loved, wanted to love, and could never love again.
I thought of his life as well. His story is so amazing, so real and genuine. I wanted with everything in me to be able to tell his story to others. To show everyone his goodness, what he went through and what is to come for him.
He stood and began to walk back to the house, his hands tucked away in his pockets, his head held up, his expression calm, peaceful.
In that second I knew that he trusted me. I knew he had faith in me to tell his story. Whether people love him or not, whether they understand and care is a chance I am willing to take with this story, because honestly, it is a great story.
It is a story that reveals the many forms of love, the truth about life and its absurdity, the evil that people can posses, freedom, and what some people will give up and sacrifice for others.
He stopped walking and smiled, turning one side of his lip up.
I smiled in return.
Just like that I dove into his story with his voice so clear it would have been impossible to miss a word.
Bloggers have you ever written a story that overwhelmed you and touched you in so many ways? Are you currently writing that story? Share your experience with me.
P.S- Don't forget to check out my first contest giveaway!
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
How to get extra points?
3+ points if you're already a supporter of my blog, because I love you guys :)
1+ point if you become a supporter.
2+ if you blog about this contest.
I will use random.org to choose the winner.
So here is the situation:
I felt claustrophobic, stuck in between making a choice, one I never thought I would have to make. Franky's bright eyes were bold and the memory of his skin taking the beating over mine was overbearing and so real, like it was just yesterday. I could see him gritting his teeth as my father wrapped his hands around his thin throat, making his pale face flush a bruised purple. He told me to run, to leave... He took the pain for me, he always did. I could never repay him for all that he has done and he has never asked me to... I have a feeling he never will...
My growing feelings for Amber were alien but welcoming and inspiring, she made me see life in a different way, she made me wake up for different reasons, she taught me that there just might be something out there to believe in. And Amber's family-- Patrick and Mable took me in, sheltered me when my own family lacked that ability. All of them played a part in making me who I am. It is because of them that I am here. How could I make this choice? How could I choose between them? How could they make me choose?
*I understand the background information on why he has to chose is not given, just give it your best shot!* :)
So who does Drake decide to stand by?
1) His best friend who has stuck by him through his abusive childhood?
2) The girl he is slowly falling in love with?
3) The family that has taken him in when his own family was nowhere to be found?
4) Or, does he decide to stand alone, choosing neither because he simply can't.
Leave your answer in a comment below and be sure to let me know if you're already a supporter, if you became one and if you blogged about this contest!
Dear John, by Nicholas Sparks.
Description: An angry rebel, John dropped out of school and enlisted in the Army, not knowing what else to do with his life--until he meets the girl of his dreams, Savannah. Their mutual attraction quickly grows into the kind of love that leaves Savannah waiting for John to finish his tour of duty, and John wanting to settle down with the woman who has captured his heart. But 9/11 changes everything. John feels it is his duty to re-enlist. And sadly, the long separation finds Savannah falling in love with someone else. "Dear John," the letter read...and with those two words, a heart was broken and two lives were changed forever. Returning home, John must come to grips with the fact that Savannah, now married, is still his true love—and face the hardest decision of his life.
The Choice, by Nicholas Sparks.
Description: Travis Parker has everything a man could want: a good job, loyal friends, even a waterfront home in small-town North Carolina. In full pursuit of the good life -- boating, swimming, and regular barbecues with his good-natured buddies -- he holds the vague conviction that a serious relationship with a woman would only cramp his style. That is, until Gabby Holland moves in next door. Despite his attempts to be neighborly, the appealing redhead seems to have a chip on her shoulder about him...and the presence of her longtime boyfriend doesn't help. Despite himself, Travis can't stop trying to ingratiate himself with his new neighbor, and his persistent efforts lead them both to the doorstep of a journey that neither could have foreseen. Spanning the eventful years of young love, marriage and family, The Choice ultimately confronts us with the most heart wrenching question of all: how far would you go to keep the hope of love alive?
So there you go. Who doesn't love Nicholas Sparks? :)
The contest ends February 10th at 12pm.
Saturday, January 23, 2010
It has been a very happy place here on blogger with this happy award going around!! And guess what? It came around to my little blog space :) Big, shiny thanks to Bethany Mattingly (who also passed along the circle of friends award), Frankie, Tiana Lei, Karen Denise , Kelly, and Kristi for passing along this award to me.
I get to name ten things that make me happy and I decided to pass it along to ten other bloggers.
1) God makes me so very happy. Because of him I will never be alone and nothing will ever be impossible.
2) My family of course.
3) Isuet and Roy and Felix-- for always caring.
5) The escape books offer me.
6) My shiny laptop :)
7) Drake, for always listening.
8) My red journal which holds my deepest thoughts and brightest ideas.
10) Love. I used to not believe in love but now I see that love comes in so many different shapes and sizes. There are so many different forms of love and I think that I have found and experienced those forms and that makes me happy.
I would like to pass this award along to:
I hope this award brings a smile to your face.
There is one more award that was given to me by Michele Emrath. It is called the Writers Know Award, which is passed along to writers who have completed their MS. Even though my story still needs to be re-read so many times and edited, it still feels so good to be understood. It took a lot to write that story and I want to say thank you Michele for understanding!!!
If you haven't checked out these blogs you really should. These are some amazing and talented writers with a future we should all watch out for!
P.S- I reached 100 friends!!! Watch out for a giveaway soon!
Friday, January 15, 2010
Emma Michaels asked, What was the hardest part of writing Bloodstone?
Writing Bloodstone was a rush that never ended. It was an incredible release and relief for me to have it all out and down on paper. The scenes and words flowed easily but if I had to pick the hardest part it would definitely be capturing the essence of Drake's (my MC) best friend. He is a very important character, but he is tricky and difficult. I wanted to portray him perfectly, exactly how he is in my head. It was a bit of a task that I have yet to accomplish the way I want it to be.
Stephanie Thornton asked, What is your favorite indulgence?
Yikes. Well, a trip to Barnes and Noble really lifts my mood. Seriously, I can spend hours upon hours in there, order coffee and spend a few more hours. Long car rides relax me and help me think clearly, too. So it's a draw between Barnes and Noble and car rides.
Mary Campbell asked, I would like to know if you've been writing all of your life and if you're in college now?
I have been writing and telling stories since I can remember. When I was younger I would picture scenes in my head and write them down with illustrations and all! I am in my second year of college at Miami Dade. Next year I will be transferring to either UCF or FIU.
Kimberly Franklin asked, How's Drake doing? He's so...dreamy!
Drake is in the middle of a sticky situation but I will tell him you said hello :)
Candice asked, What was the first story you remember writing?
The first thing I ever wrote was a story titled, Miss Lady Bug. Miss Lady bug traveled through many magical lands in search of her Mr. Lady Bug. She found him in the end. I was around six when I wrote it and I still have it stashed away in my room.
Bish Denham asked, When did you start to write and why?
I started to write for pure fun because I liked to tell stories. I always had images in my head and Drake was always there, telling me his story, so I wrote it down. It was instinct in a way. It just always felt right to write.
Bethany Mattingly asked, My question is for Drake...If you could have the perfect day with one special person who would you choose and what would you do?
Amber and I used to spend our late afternoons and early Saturday and Sunday mornings in her tree house. We would read The Chronicles of Narnia all day. We would imitate the characters and then run in the yard, pretending we were in Narnia. I still laugh when I think about it, and even though that would be a perfect day, to go back in time with her, back to when things were better, even normal, it wouldn't be my first choice.
I would want to meet my mother. It doesn't matter where...just to be able to meet her. We wouldn't do much but talk and maybe have some of my questions finally answered by someone I hope that I can trust. Then, maybe take a trip to Narnia.
Tricia J. O'Brien asked, My question is for Drake: Did Victoria dream you or did you dream her? (Translation if I confuse you--when and how did Drake first enter your consciousness?)
Drake:I think we dreamed each other. It was like we were two magnets, pulling to find one another, to be intact, and when we finally came together, there was no force that could pull us apart.
Me: I don't remember when Drake first came to me. It was so long ago. I have journals from when I was younger filled with letters written to him and scenes where I write his life out. Almost every story I have written as a child, leading up to now, has him somewhere in there. He has been apart of me since I can remember, always talking to me and showing me his life, his story. I thank God for sending me him.
Natalie Bahm asked, What was your favorite book (or just one you really liked) in junior high school and why?
It would probably be Harry Potter. I was obsessed!
Kristi asked, My question is...where do you find all of the gorgeous artwork you post on your blog? I adore it...you always have something beautiful on here!
Photo bucket! :)
Kelly asked, What was the first concert you ever went to?
It was a Stevie Nicks concert in Vegas. She is so inspirational and original. I lover her music. It was my parents idea to go, though, I was pretty young but I still enjoyed her music and amazing performance.
Simone asked, fame or fortune?
Fortune. I would want to give back to my dad as a way of saying thank you, for giving me so much.
Julie Dao asked, What are the perfect conditions for you to write in? (i.e. setting, time, food, music)
When I sit down to write I always give myself a moment of silence to pray and connect with my characters before I dive into their lives. I can write anywhere but for some reason inspiration always hits when I am in my room with my door closed and a good song playing.
JM Diaz asked, What makes you want to buy a book? the cover? the author (name or picture)? the blurb?
I like to give authors a chance. I have my favorites but I like to explore new authors. I usually read the first chapter before I make a decision. If I am still hooked after the first chapter I buy it. A pretty cover helps, too :)
T. Anne asked, Do you have just one genre you want to stick to? If not what's the list?
I love YA. I can't see myself writing for any other genre.
Eva asked, Chocolate or vanilla?
Arlee bird asked, Do you tend to remember your dreams and do they ever influence your writing?
I usually remember my dreams as soon as I wake up and throughout the day they vanish, start to slither away from my mind. There has been a couple of dreams that have influenced my writing in ways that still leave me in awe. I wrote a post about a dream where my MC visited me, you can read it here.
Diego Molano asked, Would you ever sacrifice the integrity of your story to land a major book deal?
No, I wouldn't. My story means too much to me and I couldn't do that to Drake.
Also, what do you want your cover to look like? I have a feeling a photograph sort of cover would be better than an illustration or painting no?
I have so many visions for my cover (if my book were ever to be published). I usually picture more of a photograph than an illustration or painting, but who knows? The possibilities in the future are endless!
Karen Hooper asked, What's your all time fav Blue October song? They are in my top 3 fav bands and I love that they are on your playlist.
I have to say Congratulations. I love that song. It always makes me smile and picture such invigorating, breath taking images in my head.
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
I was browsing through the blogs I follow and noticed at the top of my dashboard it said I had 87 friends (I hate to say followers, it sounds sort of wrong). I remember when I only had 3 or 4, so thank you to those who visit my blog, read my post, and comment! It brought a smile to my face and made the annoying cold a tad bit better.
In happiness of my fellow friends I want to host a Q&A. Where you can ask me questions on anything!! Or you can ask Drake a question or two, your choice.
Just leave your questions in a comment on this post and I/he shall answer away.
When I reach 100 followers I will hold a contest and do a giveaway! Choosing who wins will be the hardest part but I am anxious to give back in some way.
I hope you all have a sick-free day and for those of you who are experiencing warm weather, oh, lucky, lucky you!
Sunday, January 10, 2010
I sat in the back seat of my parents van and began to picture my characters and their story in my head. It was all i could do to stay calm, to force the tears away. I pictured Drake sitting at the dinner table, drinking tea. He was reading, A Study in Scarlet, one of his favorites. He would lick his lips every time he took a sip and his brows would pull in as he read.
When he would swallow his adam's apple would rise and fall. He would stop and look out the large window to the street, watch the leaves fall, the branches sway in the cold, unusual Miami wind. His dark blue shirt melted in with his russet skin, one hand clutching his book, the other his mug. His gray eyes flickered from the street, to the trees, to the pages of his book.
My heart swelled at the sight of him. I knew he was trying to ease my pain away and I clutched onto my glass vial necklace--the one with a special message inside, a secret message meant for him and I only. The hole inside me was still threatening to grow but slowly it filled. I felt myself healing as I held on to him.
Then I pictured him looking at me, smiling. His eyes curving at their edges. His cheeks burning a subtle red. Not once did he tear his gaze away and I allowed myself to look in his eyes.
I saw his goodness.
I saw that he was broken as well and that he needed me, too. It was comforting knowing I needed him and he needed me. It was as if we were a puzzle, each of us contained the pieces in order to stay complete, whole.
I pictured him the entire way home. I barely opened my eyes, for if I did, he would leave. As we pulled in to our driveway I knew I would have to let go, watch him vanish.
He nodded his head for me to go and I could see the promise in his storm filled eyes. Tiny sparks flickered within me and I felt the fire start to burn, sending a welcoming heat through my arms, hands, and chest.
My eyes opened and I walked quickly toward the front door. My hands fidgeted in my pockets, impatiently waiting for my dad to open the door.
I headed straight for the quiet, peaceful sanctuary of my room. I pulled out my laptop and just wrote. I wrote to keep the image fresh. I wrote to fight the pain away. I wrote for my brother. I wrote for Drake. I wrote for myself.
I was okay, Drake kept' his promise.
Wednesday, January 6, 2010
At the dinner table.
In my room.
In the morning, as soon as I woke up.
At night, sometimes till the sun began to rise.
If I woke up during the night, I would write until I fell asleep.
I wrote insanely and loved, loved every minute of it! It was a crazy time but it was also a time where I found myself through my characters and discovered pieces of me that when put together completed me.
Now, the challenges don't end. There is the Debut Author Challenge, where we support debut authors by buying and reading their books. I think this challenge is worthy of a metal! Supporting debut authors is a fun way of saying well done to those authors who put in countless hours to make their book come to life. I listed my debut author list on the side of my blog.
The next challenge I am participating in is the Super Size me YA Book Challenge. Where I will read 75 YA books or more in a year. I can already picture myself diving into the stack of endless pages and imagination.
If any of you are taking part in these contest let me know. Leave me your list of debut authors and YA books you plan on reading.
Tuesday, January 5, 2010
So how we do write what we have never experienced?
How do we know how they feel if we have never felt what they feel?
How can we create what we have never seen?
The mind is a powerful tool, one that can do exactly this... Create.
Now sometimes we write what we do know, we feed off of emotions we have felt or feel, which leads to a very heartfelt piece, which is wonderful indeed.
It just amazes me how writers can write something that they have never seen, experienced, or heard.
How we escape this world, ourselves and everything normal and dive into a place created by our imagination and our deepest inner-selves is something special that we should all cherish and love.
Sunday, January 3, 2010
I really enjoyed reading everyone's scenes. You guys seriously rock! And of course, thank you for all of your warming comments and thank you Frankie for hosting the event!!!
Yesterday, during the midst of reading everyone's scenes I received two awards that I shall pass along this morning.
1) The Blogging Writer Award was given to me by Courtney Reese. Thank you Courtney!
I think Frankie deserves this award for giving us a day filled with excitement and steamy almost kisses.
2) Even though I already received the Honest Scrap Award, I would still like to give a big shiny thank you to Michele Emrath for passing it along to me!!
- Kimberly Franklin
- Bish Denham
- Simone Ogilvie
All three of you deserve this award!
Make sure to check out these blogs, they're some talented ladies here!!!
As some of you may already know, I am currently editing my WIP. The editing stage is a pesky one. It almost hurts me to cut out so many parts that I spent endless hours writing and to change idea's that I once thought were so fantastic.
My brother, George, gave me some much needed advice about this matter. He isn't a writer but he is an artist. He loves his work the same way I love my writing, so he understood when I told him how I felt about changing my story and the process of editing. His advice?
I pondered on what he said and loved his simple, yet, brilliant advice. He is right. Sometimes as writers we grow close to our piece and think it is brilliant, that it needs no changes when really it does. We have to be willing to make changes, to adjust, to move on from a certain scene or even cut it out if needed.
We cannot marry our piece.
Since then, when I hit that angry little delete button or his best friend backspace, I think of my brother's advice and realize that this is needed, this will only get me closer to where I want to be.
So bloggers, is the editing process easy for you? Do you cut whatever needs to be cut without hesitation? Or does it take you awhile before pressing those annoying, yet needed buttons?
Friday, January 1, 2010
Things were happening-- unnatural, unexplainable things. I was beginning to question my sanity... until I saw him. His dark silhouette surfaced the animal in me. I felt the need to protect her and that feeling took over me. - Drake
My eyes shot open, darting to the French double doors that faced the yard. My curtain was drawn back slightly, allowing only a glimpse into the shadowy, green yard. I narrowed my view, oblivious to what made me look over there.
I felt a sudden unnatural, unexplainable paranoia—as if I was not alone. I swallowed, the saliva traveled slowly, roughly down my dry throat. My heart began to race as I began to walk toward the doors. The tile beneath me felt cold and there was no comfort there. I walked with a feeling hanging over me—something was out there.
I couldn’t explain the feeling but I just knew that another pair of eyes watched me. It was the same feeling from earlier this afternoon, the same eerie, unwelcoming stare I felt eating at me.
My hand touched the white curtain and without thinking I yanked it to where I could see the entire yard. My eyes searched feverishly, the pool was lucid, the clearing smooth and lonely, the gazebo empty, and the swing set creaked back and forth in the wind.
I let out a sigh, allowing the curtain to fall back in place. Was I going insane? It could be the stress building up into this veil of uncertainty, but something inside me told me otherwise. I had this gut feeling that something was behind these glass doors but reality proved otherwise. I went over into the hall, ready for a steaming cup of tea.
Rounding the hall into the dimly lit kitchen she caught me off guard. I paused behind the swinging kitchen door that was left ajar. She was leaning against the kitchen counter, stirring her drink—which let out strings of smoke—with a spoon. Her hair was loose and I took in her black and white striped pajama pants and white tank top.
She turned suddenly, her eyes meeting with mine as she pressed her lips into a thin line, her brows pulled together, her lips parted ready to speak—but she said nothing and neither did I.
Our eyes held their lock for seconds as I walked toward the cupboard above the sink, retrieving a red mug. I poured some of the boiling water she prepared and her hand hung in front of me with a tea packet, flavored peppermint bliss.
I dropped the packet into my mug, pulling at the string, watching the packet float up and down again into the water. She mimicked me.
“Amber,” I said without noticing. My words came so smoothly, knowingly, like a rehearsed script that had been written by my subconscious.
She looked at me, her eyes narrowing.
“Amber, I, please, just let…” My mind went blank, completely black as her hazel eyes searched my face for understanding.
“I am here, just know that,” I said and her eyes turned down slightly as she twisted her gaze to the floor again. I did my best to breathe evenly, to gather myself as I waited for her to say something.
She looked up at me and her face was only inches from mine. Her eyes were like nightfall, completely empty, yet, I saw a bit of light in them and I wished with everything that I was the reason for that light. Her lips parted and her face came closer. Her nose graced mine and my body shot hot. Our foreheads touched and we leaned on one another as my neck boiled; my ears sizzling with flecks of fire. I lifted my hand and cupped her jaw within my trembling fingers.
She sighed and I pulled her closer. It was overwhelming having her so close. It was more than just lust, it was our childhood together, it was growing up side by side, it was battling relationships and love together, it was having her here when no one else was near, it was her friendship—her loyalty and goodness that lured me in. I rubbed my face against hers and her hands gripped my elbows, pulling me in.
I had always felt like I had a hole dug up inside of me somewhere—never being able to fill it up. Amber located the half of me that was incomplete and little by little was throwing herself in, filling me up. Our lips were only inches away and I was going in for what I wanted, selfishly I was taking her all for myself.
I stopped. Her eyes shot open as her body stiffened at the sight of my bulging eyes. My palms began to sweat and I felt a shrill of ice flow through me, draining the color from my face. A dark figure—the same one from the other night, lurking behind the tree—ran through the hall behind her and into the back of the house. Her hands gripped my elbows harder.
“Drake, what is it?”
Happy New year everyone!
2010 is going to be a great year for all of us. I just know it. I hope you had a lovely New years spent with family and friends.
I will make this post quick because I have to help mother with dinner (ravioli and meatballs), so therefore I want to announce that Kelly, over at Kelly's Compositions and I are starting a critique group. Were looking for two other members to join( we're thinking a four person group would be just right).
Some traits we are looking for in a group are the following:
1) Write YA
2) Beta each others work.
3)Celebrate when things go well, console when they don't.
4)Critique with honesty.
If you are interested, contact one of us.
Tomorrow is the official No Kiss Blogfest!!!! Hosted by Frankie Writes!!! I will be participating and I am extremely excited to read every single one of your scenes. Last time they were all so good, i can only imagine these!!