Wednesday, October 28, 2009
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
A Short Story Snippet (Major Editing to follow!)
Here's a small sample of the short story that I'm working on for the contest that I'm entering either this November December. Now believe me when I say that there will be major editing and a lot of changes made, but I was struck with an idea and I wrote it down in haste. I thought you'd like to read it! I mean if there are actually people reading my blog. I'd love to hear comments! Thanks a bunch.
M.M.D.M.D. (My title shall remain secret for now. Unless of course you figure it out.)
I was nervous.
No, scratch that, I was terrified.
I was terrified of so many things. But mostly I was terrified of myself; of what I felt and how far my heart had strayed from my rationality. And as I exited the car, I couldn't stop the butterflies from fluttering wildly in my chest. Tonight was the first dance I had been to since... well since I had met my match. I guess you could say that this was the first dance I had been to since I had fallen in love. Not rational, logical love, but fairytale love. The kind you dream about and wish for all your life, but never really imagine it happening to you.
I wasn't nervous about the dance itself. No that was the easy part. I could smile and say all the right things to people. I could handle the numerous conversations and even the awkward dance partners. No I was nervous because he was going to be there...
My heart soared and plummeted at the same time as I thought of the ebony locks and jade green eyes. I desperately fought down the urge to crawl back in my car and head for the safety of home. But I couldn't do that. No. I had promised Angela that I would come and support her. After all it was her engagement party and she was my best friend...She and David had waited so long and gone through too many things together. For them to finally be engaged and that much closer to marriage, well all the pain in the world was worth it to see them happy.
A stray curl blew in my face and I realized, much to my embarrassment that I was still leaning against my car in the parking lot, staring off into space. How long had I been standing here? A blush crept up on my cheeks and I scurried towards the door, tripping only once up the stairs ( record for me, especially with the heels I was wearing). I briefly registered in my mind how stunning the marble staircase looked against the glow of the lighting, and how picturesque the scene seemed to be...
Well what do you think? Do you like it? Hate it? Can't stand it? Let me know! I'd love to hear from anyone interested in what I've written. And if you are just interested in the competition that I'm planning on entering let me know! I'll give you details!
M.M.D.M.D. (My title shall remain secret for now. Unless of course you figure it out.)
I was nervous.
No, scratch that, I was terrified.
I was terrified of so many things. But mostly I was terrified of myself; of what I felt and how far my heart had strayed from my rationality. And as I exited the car, I couldn't stop the butterflies from fluttering wildly in my chest. Tonight was the first dance I had been to since... well since I had met my match. I guess you could say that this was the first dance I had been to since I had fallen in love. Not rational, logical love, but fairytale love. The kind you dream about and wish for all your life, but never really imagine it happening to you.
I wasn't nervous about the dance itself. No that was the easy part. I could smile and say all the right things to people. I could handle the numerous conversations and even the awkward dance partners. No I was nervous because he was going to be there...
My heart soared and plummeted at the same time as I thought of the ebony locks and jade green eyes. I desperately fought down the urge to crawl back in my car and head for the safety of home. But I couldn't do that. No. I had promised Angela that I would come and support her. After all it was her engagement party and she was my best friend...She and David had waited so long and gone through too many things together. For them to finally be engaged and that much closer to marriage, well all the pain in the world was worth it to see them happy.
A stray curl blew in my face and I realized, much to my embarrassment that I was still leaning against my car in the parking lot, staring off into space. How long had I been standing here? A blush crept up on my cheeks and I scurried towards the door, tripping only once up the stairs ( record for me, especially with the heels I was wearing). I briefly registered in my mind how stunning the marble staircase looked against the glow of the lighting, and how picturesque the scene seemed to be...
Well what do you think? Do you like it? Hate it? Can't stand it? Let me know! I'd love to hear from anyone interested in what I've written. And if you are just interested in the competition that I'm planning on entering let me know! I'll give you details!
Saturday, October 17, 2009
Short story snippets...
"Stop!" I shouted squeezing my eyes shut in frustration, "I-I can't take it anymore! Just stop."
Will looked at me confused, but he silenced his declarations and merely watched me from across the room, a thoughtful expression on his face.
I hesitated a moment but then gritted my teeth in determination. It had to be said. "I can't...I can't accept you Will. You and I both know it'd never work anyway. You can't stand me, and I certainly can't picture the two of us together."
The color drained from his face. It was obvious the William Davenport was not used to rejection. A steely gaze overtook his features and he gave me a hard stare.
"This is the only reply that I get? Really Rachel? Don't you think that it's rather rude to talk to someone in my position like that? Especially when they've told you how they feel about you?"
I glared in response, "Yes that's the only reply you get! And why on earth would I talk to you any differently. Just because you have money, doesn't make you better than anyone else. And as to the feelings that you have, I'm sure that all your criticisms will help you get over any infatuation you have with me. Believe me mister Davenport, this is just a fling and you'll soon forget me and move onto the next girl who catches your fancy."
Author's Note: So what do you think? This is just a thought I was struck with as I sat down to write about my works. Believe me when I say that it is a very rough draft of what I want to write. Does it sounds oddly familiar? Yet, different right? Well at least that's what I'm hoping for. I don't want to copy someone else's brilliant work. I'd rather be known for my own unique style of writing. But before I continue I'd like at least one response to know if people are actually reading this thing! Thanks!
Will looked at me confused, but he silenced his declarations and merely watched me from across the room, a thoughtful expression on his face.
I hesitated a moment but then gritted my teeth in determination. It had to be said. "I can't...I can't accept you Will. You and I both know it'd never work anyway. You can't stand me, and I certainly can't picture the two of us together."
The color drained from his face. It was obvious the William Davenport was not used to rejection. A steely gaze overtook his features and he gave me a hard stare.
"This is the only reply that I get? Really Rachel? Don't you think that it's rather rude to talk to someone in my position like that? Especially when they've told you how they feel about you?"
I glared in response, "Yes that's the only reply you get! And why on earth would I talk to you any differently. Just because you have money, doesn't make you better than anyone else. And as to the feelings that you have, I'm sure that all your criticisms will help you get over any infatuation you have with me. Believe me mister Davenport, this is just a fling and you'll soon forget me and move onto the next girl who catches your fancy."
Author's Note: So what do you think? This is just a thought I was struck with as I sat down to write about my works. Believe me when I say that it is a very rough draft of what I want to write. Does it sounds oddly familiar? Yet, different right? Well at least that's what I'm hoping for. I don't want to copy someone else's brilliant work. I'd rather be known for my own unique style of writing. But before I continue I'd like at least one response to know if people are actually reading this thing! Thanks!
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
My Humble Opinion on The Creative Process
I've been doing a lot of thinking lately and I've come to the conclusion that no two people have the same creative process. We are all such diverse people that it'd be hard to have the exact same process as the person right next to you right? And for that matter why would we want to share the same creative process in the first place? I believe that it would make for a very uncreative life. One that wasn't full of new adventures and exciting places. We wouldn't have novels or short stories that differed so entirely. Nor would we have the depth or passion needed to be a creative writer. In short, life would be very boring.
Now I've read of many author's creative processes. Some authors merely think of something that interests them and BAM, they can create a masterpiece. It's as if they pull something fabulous from thin air. Still other authors actually have to let their minds freely wander in order to create a masterpiece. In this scenario, it's as if inspiration slowly creeps up on them. And that got me to thinking and I've wondered about how inspiration strikes me and I think I have the answer. Inspiration and the creative process in my life take place when I'm happy, comfortable, and relaxed. I'm happy with my surroundings and the people in my life. If something is amiss, then it's as if my creative process sort of shuts down. In essence I seem to take inspiration from my surroundings and experiences and meld them into these fantastical and amusing, lovable stories that my mind conjures up when I'm relaxed and resting. Especially when I'm dreaming. I mean I once dreamt that I was Moses! Still a girl mind you, but Moses none the less. Now if that's not creative I simply don't know what is.
But the point of this whole little spiel is simply this, I believe that each and every one of us has the ability and talent to be creative. We may have different fields of creativity, but the passion and drive and the pure talent is embedded in each of us. The trick is to actually believe that such creativity can be put to good use. If we believe that what we think and feel matters, then it simply does. No one can take away our creativity and passions and talents unless we allow it. If we don't believe, then who will? I refuse to be one of the people who gives up on my dreams. Even if I never get a single piece of writing published in my life, I will continue to write. I will continue to let my creative process work wonders with my imagination. And I will certainly never let the fear of failure ever stop me from doing what I love.
And that's my humble opinion...
Now I've read of many author's creative processes. Some authors merely think of something that interests them and BAM, they can create a masterpiece. It's as if they pull something fabulous from thin air. Still other authors actually have to let their minds freely wander in order to create a masterpiece. In this scenario, it's as if inspiration slowly creeps up on them. And that got me to thinking and I've wondered about how inspiration strikes me and I think I have the answer. Inspiration and the creative process in my life take place when I'm happy, comfortable, and relaxed. I'm happy with my surroundings and the people in my life. If something is amiss, then it's as if my creative process sort of shuts down. In essence I seem to take inspiration from my surroundings and experiences and meld them into these fantastical and amusing, lovable stories that my mind conjures up when I'm relaxed and resting. Especially when I'm dreaming. I mean I once dreamt that I was Moses! Still a girl mind you, but Moses none the less. Now if that's not creative I simply don't know what is.
But the point of this whole little spiel is simply this, I believe that each and every one of us has the ability and talent to be creative. We may have different fields of creativity, but the passion and drive and the pure talent is embedded in each of us. The trick is to actually believe that such creativity can be put to good use. If we believe that what we think and feel matters, then it simply does. No one can take away our creativity and passions and talents unless we allow it. If we don't believe, then who will? I refuse to be one of the people who gives up on my dreams. Even if I never get a single piece of writing published in my life, I will continue to write. I will continue to let my creative process work wonders with my imagination. And I will certainly never let the fear of failure ever stop me from doing what I love.
And that's my humble opinion...
Monday, October 12, 2009
Just a note
So I think that I've finally figured out to get things rolling so that there are actually readers to this thing. I wouldn't have started a blog about my writing if I wasn't hoping that people would come across it and actually want to read things! I mean seriously, why on earth would someone do that? Well I do hope that someone will find this blog usefully, or at the very least a big entertaining!
But here's a note about my writing thus far, I am currently working on a couple of key scenes in my short story, though I do believe that there is a great potential for this to become a rather lengthy novel if I keep up with the ideas that I have. Right now my main heroine, Rachel, has some pretty amusing encounters with the love interest. (I may end up changing her name. I don't know if I particularly care of the name that I have currently).
I wish that I had more energy to write at the moment. But alas I've been terribly ill and taking care of terribly ill little children...oh the drama! And, sad to say, my laptop has been in disrepair for a few months now and I haven't been able to use it. This makes it difficult to keep up with all the ideas that I have floating about in my head. Especially, when all I have to keep track of my thoughts is a notebook. My fingers simply do not fly fast enough to properly extract all the ideas that are stuck in my mind....hopefully that will be remedied soon.
But here's a note about my writing thus far, I am currently working on a couple of key scenes in my short story, though I do believe that there is a great potential for this to become a rather lengthy novel if I keep up with the ideas that I have. Right now my main heroine, Rachel, has some pretty amusing encounters with the love interest. (I may end up changing her name. I don't know if I particularly care of the name that I have currently).
I wish that I had more energy to write at the moment. But alas I've been terribly ill and taking care of terribly ill little children...oh the drama! And, sad to say, my laptop has been in disrepair for a few months now and I haven't been able to use it. This makes it difficult to keep up with all the ideas that I have floating about in my head. Especially, when all I have to keep track of my thoughts is a notebook. My fingers simply do not fly fast enough to properly extract all the ideas that are stuck in my mind....hopefully that will be remedied soon.
Post Number 2: About writing this time! Promise!
Okay so I realize that I just posted but, I figured that I might as well post another one just to let anyone who is reading this know how the writing is coming for my competitions and for my novel, which may now be turning into two! Exciting? Yes I realize it!
Well I've been bouncing some ideas around in my head for this short story about a girl who is absolutely obsessed with "Pride and Prejudice." Yes I realize that it may sound a little cliche, but I promise you it isn't! Well you see, her problem is is that she wants a handsome and charming guy to like her, but she constantly compares them to her version of Mr. Darcy, thus making it impossible for anyone to get near her affection-wise. Ahh...but the plot thickens you see....her desire is to find the right guy, like in the book, but she just doesn't realize how many similarities the book has to her own life. And I know that it may sound WAAAY Cliche, but it isn't. I've taken a large departure from the actual text of the novel, but you will be able to see the similarities in there. I'll have to post some of what I've written down next time. I don't have my notebook here with me...'sob sob' I shouldn't have forgotten it but alas I am of the absentminded type...it can't be helped!
Well I've been bouncing some ideas around in my head for this short story about a girl who is absolutely obsessed with "Pride and Prejudice." Yes I realize that it may sound a little cliche, but I promise you it isn't! Well you see, her problem is is that she wants a handsome and charming guy to like her, but she constantly compares them to her version of Mr. Darcy, thus making it impossible for anyone to get near her affection-wise. Ahh...but the plot thickens you see....her desire is to find the right guy, like in the book, but she just doesn't realize how many similarities the book has to her own life. And I know that it may sound WAAAY Cliche, but it isn't. I've taken a large departure from the actual text of the novel, but you will be able to see the similarities in there. I'll have to post some of what I've written down next time. I don't have my notebook here with me...'sob sob' I shouldn't have forgotten it but alas I am of the absentminded type...it can't be helped!
ARGH!
Well this is just pathetic really! I come up with a brilliant plan to start posting on a blog about my writing and absolutely no one is interested! Hmm...well truthfully I can understand that but still! It is rather disheartening to see that no one is reading anything that I'm posting...am I even talking to anyone or just blathering on like an idiot? Hm...
Saturday, October 3, 2009
A writer can be found anywhere....
Well I've finally done it! I've created a blog strictly for writing purposes! Of course there's still the family blog, but this will be the haven where I explore my writings and bounce ideas around in the vast world known as the internet! Hopefully there will be a few people who actually consent to reading this darn thing! I need feedback from lots of souls! And hopefully one day I'll be a well known author and you can safely say that you all helped me to become so! Talk about a great resume detail to add right? Haha...anyway I digress...
So I'll post a few things, maybe a couple of places where you can go to observe some of my writings. I'm currently working on two short stories, some fan-based writing, though I'll not share that here and of course my every present novel. Talk about a lot of random ideas popping about in your head! I'll get as much of them up as I can in the next few days. Believe me it'll take time. My laptop died and took all of my work with it! The agony I have suffered. Hopefully though it was for the best and all will work out in the end. The most pressing items right now are the short stories. They are for a couple of competitions that I am entering at Writer's Digest. Wish me luck! And with that I bid you ado...though I suppose I could leave you with a line from one of my short stories that has been floating about...
"Do you honestly think that I could love anyone else besides you? Seriously woman are you that dense? Perhaps you didn't recognize the romantic advances of the male species? I take it you aren't experienced in that category of courtship."
Lots of love!
Kaleigh
So I'll post a few things, maybe a couple of places where you can go to observe some of my writings. I'm currently working on two short stories, some fan-based writing, though I'll not share that here and of course my every present novel. Talk about a lot of random ideas popping about in your head! I'll get as much of them up as I can in the next few days. Believe me it'll take time. My laptop died and took all of my work with it! The agony I have suffered. Hopefully though it was for the best and all will work out in the end. The most pressing items right now are the short stories. They are for a couple of competitions that I am entering at Writer's Digest. Wish me luck! And with that I bid you ado...though I suppose I could leave you with a line from one of my short stories that has been floating about...
"Do you honestly think that I could love anyone else besides you? Seriously woman are you that dense? Perhaps you didn't recognize the romantic advances of the male species? I take it you aren't experienced in that category of courtship."
Lots of love!
Kaleigh
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