80 Post Challenge – Post 36


Who was your first crush and what made them special?


Now this is just hard because I can’t even remember his name properly. I just know that it didn’t make much sense and that its weird that I fancied him of all the lads in my year group. Though I think that’s hindsight talking.

His name was Kevin. For my life I can’t remember his surname, but that’s probably a good thing.

my first crushKevin Something-or-other was in my year group when I moved into secondary school and he was in my House so all of my morning roll calls were with him. He was also reasonably intelligent so he kept up with my set groups too (heh, did that sound snotty? What can I say; I was top set for everything *shrugs*). So he was around a lot.

But it was probably somewhere in the second year that I started to even notice boys. And he was one of the few who didn’t torment me for not wearing makeup and being skinny like the other bimbos of my set group, so I guess I latched onto that. He was just nice actually.

But it all came to a head that Christmas. I’d be quietly keeping it to myself all that time until I was writing up cards to hand out. Then, in a fit of ‘heeeeeeeeeeeey; this will be a grand idea, signed his card ‘lots of love from’ rather than just from. But his was the only card I did that with. And of course, within three hours of handing out the cards the entire class knew.

Lord!

Now I know how good the adolescent grapevine can be, but then I had no idea. Nor did I have any idea what sort of effect it would have on the rest of the day. Kevin actually took it really well if I recall (as well as a tweleve/thirteen year old can take anything) and just carried on like normal.

That afternoon after school, when I got the bus home, I stayed on an extra two stops because I knew that he lived some way on from me. And then I watched as he got off the bus and wandered up the street. And then realised that I was quite far from my own street and had to walk all the way back. Heh, proper little stalker, huh?

That night at home, I did my homework, wrote a diary entry all about it (I really should look for that actually) and then just forgot about it. And, funnily enough, the next morning, so did everyone else.

It also seemed that in actually vocalising what I felt, I forced myself to realise I didn’t like him all that much after all. Go figure.

 

 

 

 

My 80 Post Challenge is brought to you with help from Tom Slatin’s 80 Journal Writing Prompts.

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Where Do My Characters Come From?


I get asked this a lot. For some reason people seem to think it should be horrifically difficult to come up with a character idea or concept or outline. For me, it doesn’t seem to be . Which is nice. ^_^

Everywhere you look there are people just begging to be put into some sort of story; be it a novel or a short story. Even flash fiction. The truth to the question is simple; characters are everywhere. Some of them, yes, do spring entirely from the dark and murky depths otherwise known as my imagination, but others of them are from people I know, or people I wish I knew.

Here, let me tell you a couple of places where I tend to get my characters:
a familyMy Family
Its nuts, but my family is large enough that its a veritable well of characters. In fact my mum, dad and (youngest) sister all feature in SORB in some way. Though my sister has turned into a brother sort of character (shhh, don’t tell her!). It happened originally because it was easy (I was only fourteen, remember) and the easiest way for me to make those characters real was to draw on real conversations and situations I had experienced with them. Its less true now; as the story moved from To Be A Teenage Vampire to Silk Over Razor Blades, my writing style refined and so did the characters. Now, because I know my family, I can still see traces of them in the Ray, Grace and Miles characters, but they are no longer carbon copies of my father, mother and sister respectively.

The way I see it, many family members would be honoured to feature in some way, in a book that they thought was going to make it onto book store shelves one day. The rest, would just be confused that you choose to write about them rather than picking up the phone and talking to them if you want to get close.

Still if you’re going to be stuck with a family for your entire life, then the least they can do for you is allow you to write amusing things about them, put them impossible situations and basically take out all the frustrations on their characters that it may be somewhat illegal to do in real life.

Am I right or what?

 

 
a schoolMy School/University
There are still characters in SORB that come from friends I had in secondary school. A bit like Ileandra’s family, her friends have also refined themselves and become far more than simple copies of my best friends through GCSEs and Sixth Form. But it can’t be denied that somewhere like University throws you in, quite suddenly and quite completely, with a bunch of people the like you have probably never encountered before.

I was reasonably sheltered before coming to Leicester. Not in that I didn’t know the world, but more in that the people I knew lived where I lived, went to the same places I did and knew the same things I did.

Coming here and going to university was like a slap in the face with a wet fish. People from all over the country. Outside the country. People of different colours and religions and sexual orientations that I had never, ever been exposed to back at home. When I arrived – after I got over the Fresher’s first instinct to drink as much as possible before puking and then start all over again – my imagination was buzzing with the possibilities of what I could do with these people.

Since it was all new to me, it was incredibly easy to take these people and all their funny quirks and habits and roll them into all manner of amazing characters. HouseMates, a sitcom I began writing in my second year of university, was about myself and my two house mates (funnily enough). The three characters were very much versions of us on paper (we were funny enough to hold up any sitcom thank you very much; some of the silly shit we got up to just begged to be documented somehow!), but the three lads from the piece are the best pieces of all the people from my year group while I was studying. I took the aspects of people that fascinated me the most and mixed them up into three sex-starved male students who terrorise the girls across the street. I’ll always thank university for what it gave me (and I haven’t even mentioned the lecturers I’ve used!).

 

 
man at deskMy Work
I’ve worked for the same company for six years now. I’ve seen a lot of people come and go. Before that I worked for Asda and I’ve done several volunteering stints in schools and charity shops. So I’ve been around a lil bit. But work is like university, only for grown ups. There you’ve got a new layer to add on top of how different people are.

You’ve got corporate structure. You’ve got inter-department teams. You’ve got company sites that might span across three different cities, each with staff of utterly different skill sets and ideas.

My place of work is a place where I could happily sit and people-watch for hours! …if there wasn’t so much work to do. And all the different characters, personalities, conflicts, dramas and comedy moments that unfold are perfect fodder to make characters with.

Try it. Seriously. Go to work tomorrow and spend five minutes just picking out interesting features of the people next to you. It won’t take long before you’ve gathered enough interesting bits and pieces to start building a character for your next project. Or to build a character around which your next project will revolve! It just depends on which way around you prefer to work.

 

 
stand out in a crowdRandom Strangers On The Street
Brilliant. Less so, that some of these other categories, but great for physical attributes that you might not think of on your own. Just things that make parts of your character feel that little bit more authentic; a scar, or a tattoo. Maybe an interesting birthmark or distinctive walk that suggests a leg injury. These are things that don’t necessarily come to my mind at first, but I use them when I see them on people.

There was a girl in my primary and secondary school who had an incredible birthmark on her face. She probably hated it, but I always thought it was kinda cool; something like that, for instance, can tell a story if its part of a fantasy piece (I’ve done the same sort of thing in SORB with a birthmark).

You’re never going to be able to learn enough about a stranger to make a full character out of one, but you can certainly nab things about them that you like.

 

 
My bookshelvesBooks, Films, Music and TV
The saying is that nothing is original any more; that its all recycled. That’s only true to some degree. I feel that what people miss is that the greatest ideas that people have, often stem from other things. Its not about stealing ideas or characters or plots. Its about using them as a spring board for your own work.

My Michael Garran character (played on the Ice Wolf Tavern) would not exist without Shaun Hutson’s Sean Doyle character. Not that Michael is a copy of Sean, but there are aspects of the Sean character that I loved so much that I knew they would be absolutely perfect in a roleplay character. And, funnily enough, he has become one of my absolute favourites!

Another character of mine, Myst Sumner was inspired by a comic I’ve been reading. I picked it up somewhere in the middle of the first story and have stayed with it ever since. I adore the comic and Tab’s incredible skill in story telling and the only way I could think of to express that was to create a character for the Ice Wolf Tavern with similar issues to some of those featured in his comic. I haven’t had a chance to play Myst all that much, but I hope I do because that story is just begging to be told. Hell, it could even end up as a novella if I have the time.

 

 
in my mindMy Own Mucked Up Head
Yeah. That are characters that just spring out of the dirt of my mind into fully formed daisies. Diavian Hatara is one of those and perhaps because of that, she is a character that takes very little effort to write. She writes herself and says/does/feels things that, at times, terrify me. Mainly because I can’t identify that they’ve come from anywhere else but my own head. Oooh, I’ll have to give you an excerpt of her story one day. Maybe then you’ll be able to see what I mean.

 

 
Anyway, that was longer than I intended, but that’s a nice full answer. My characters come from everywhere, even dreams and as long as I have all of things around to inspire me, creating more and more of these characters should continue to be easy.

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NaNoWriMo 2011 Begins! ^_^


Aaaaah yes.
And yes, it is 1:14am and I am still awake. I figured if I was going to stay up to write the opening to this novel then I may as well stay up and write today’s blog entry too.

However, its not going to be a crazy long post about how I feel right now, because I can boiled that down into a word; ‘fucking-tired!’ Ok, hyphenating it is cheating but its the truth.

Anyway, the point of this post was to let you know what I’ve written so far. I started at something like 00:16 and I seem to have 1,825 words. It makes me feel better than I haven’t ‘lost’ the nack of spitting words and for now I don’t need to worry if they’re any good. Lol. Still, I am excited enough to share what I’ve written so, before I go to bed; here is a small piece of what I’ve written tonight. And remember, its unedited, untouched, unpolished, just as is! 🙂

The Portal To Elethra
 The crowd rose as one, a beautiful display of shimmering colours and idyllic shapes in the main hall. Applause filled the space, cut through the rumble of many voices raised in joyous harmony.
 The King raised his hands. “My friends,” he boomed, “it warms my heart to see you gathered before me as one unified body. Never in my life have I experienced such joy as I have in this moment. And I am overjoyed that I may share it with you, the people of Elethra!”
 Another cheer went out, followed by the stamping of hundreds of feet and the insectile buzz of a thousand pairs of wings. Some of the observers even sprang into the air, fluttering their wings with a softer beat to make their own pleasure all the more visible.
 “All hail King Roman!” The cry was almost unanimous. “All hail Queen Melantha! All hail Princess Alyssa and the unity of Elethra!”
 King Roman chuckled and glanced to his wife, spying the tears glistening in the corners of her eyes. He nodded. She smiled.
 “I had barely hoped this day would come.” She whispered.
 “And I. But now, Melantha, we have a daughter. A beautiful, enchanting daughter and our kingdom has an heir. We are safe.”
 Melantha turned out to the crowd, sweeping her hands before her in a gesture that was all grace and stately recognition. “My thanks to you all,” she cried, “and my ever lasting love!”
 The fae gathered in the main hall became louder still and began to sing in once voice. “Elethra stands, strong and proud. The Fae of Arcadia, we never shall fall. Lead by wisdom and strength and power and grace, we’ll continue our lives as the highest race!”
 As the song continued Roman stepped off the podium, lifting his wings and flicking them outwards to control his descent down to the ground. He landed lightly, bending his knees to take the impact and crossed smartly to the canopied cradle housed on its own low stage.
 The soldiers gathered about it stood to attention as he approached, pulling their spears straighter. One or two of them even went so far as to bend to one knee, crossing their right hands across their right knee to expose their tattoos.
 Roman smiled and pressed his hands to his chest, right over left to be sure his own markings were exposed. “Thank you gentlemen,” he said, “your loyalty and protection is more important now than ever and I personally thank each and every one of you.”
 The men grinned and shuffled amongst themselves, finally stepping back to form a gap through which their king could step.
 He did so, advancing on the cradle and the tiny babe tucked therein.
 “Florian!” He exclaimed. “What are you still doing here? Shouldn’t you be sleeping?”
 The young serving boy curled up beneath the cradle looked up with a start. His eyes grew wide as he identified the source of the voice and he scrambled to reach his feet. “Your Majesty!” He bowed low, adolescent wings held back and flat to give him balance as he bent his face almost double to his knees. “I just wanted to see her again. Please, are you angry?”
 Roman smiled. “Of course not. Why would I be?” He stepped closer, letting one hand fall to rest lightly on the lad’s skinny shoulders. “I’m honoured that you think so much of my daughter.”
 Florian’s face flushed to the colour of spring roses. “She’s beautiful, Your Majesty. I want to protect her.”
 “Oh?” Amusement made Roman’s wings hum. “And you think you can do that better than twelve of my finest soldiers?”
 The lad looked down, twisting the hems of his tunic between his fingers. “No, Your Majesty. I would never….”
 Roman laughed. He couldn’t help it. “Don’t worry, Florian, I don’t mean to make you uncomfortable. Of course you cannot do more than my soldiers, but I do have a request.”
 The blush rapidly drained from Florian’s cheeks, taking the rest of his natural colour with it as he paled. He looked up again, blue eyes wild, black tattoos of interlocked circles standing out on his pale face. “Of me, Your Majesty?” His voice trembled.
 “Yes boy. You and only you, do you understand?”
 His lips flapped soundlessly.
 “Good.” Roman pressed on without waiting. “I know you are my hand, Florian, but I really have no need of an aide. Not to say that your service is not of use, because it is, but there is someone I feel could use your expertise, love and care far more than I.” He raised his eyebrow in question and glanced meaningfully down into the cradle.
 Florian took a step back, his thin, under developed body trembling like a leaf in the wind. “Me, Your Majesty? Really?”
 “I can think of no better candidate.”
 The boy looked into the cradle, his features softening as he gazed at the babe within. Then with a tiny, decisive nod, he dropped down to his knees and lowered his head, hands pressed to the floor palm down.

More to come as the story goes on. Wooooooooo!

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Video Games


Old school video game controller from OpenClipArtI like them. Then again, I like them far less than board and card games. There is something about the act of physically holding a deck of cards, or moving counters on a board that you just don’t get from holding a control pad. Then again, there is a great deal you can do with a control pad and a TV screen.

I have a Wii, a SNES and temporary custody of an Xbox. I also have a desktop PC and a laptop. Only two of these ever gets used for games. The Wii is my absolute favourite console and since I have always been something of a Nintendo loyalist, it seemed only natural that I would choose this over a PS3 or something similar. My PC is the other ‘console’ I use for video games. Only a couple of days ago I bought the expansion packs for The Sims 3 (not the ‘stuff’ packs, just the actual expansions) and I’m still waiting for them to arrive from Amazon. I’m getting a bit twitchy waiting for them to show up because I’ve spent most of the last week playing it to clear my head.

So… what is it about video games?

Well, for me, at the moment, its the escapism. I enjoy the way that I can turn on The Sims 3 and everything else just goes away. Its light hearted, funny and as challenging as you want (or don’t want) it to be. And it can go on for hours. The nature of that type of game is simply that it can go on and on and on and on.

My other favourite video game is Resident Evil 4. I first played it on the GameCube and I was pretty good at it. Now since that console formed part of the trade in for the Wii, I re-bought the Wii version of the game and sold the GameCube version. Now, to coin a phrase; I’m sick! :p I love it to pieces and have played it very many times through releasing all of the hidden content through doing so.

Quite a contrast there though; simulation games versus shoot em up zombie survival horror.

I watched a video today – Master D pointed it out to me – of a bunch of kids playing video games. It was just their faces while they played, with no hint of what they were playing other than the sounds that the game makes. It was weird. Watching how somebody can be so completely immersed.

And I think that’s why I enjoy it so much. LARP is the ultimate immersion for me, but I only get to do that three times a year. At times like these when I need to relax my mind or think of something else, playing a video game can take me away from whatever is bothering me. It can put me in a place that’s full of problems that are actually fixable, rather than those you spend days and nights agonising over. And they do it in a fun way.

Video games get slated all the time for promoting violence in kids and glorifying the grubbier aspects of life. But are you honestly trying to tell me that TV, music and other senseless factors don’t do that too? I guess my point is that to point the finger at video games and slam them mercilessly without thinking it through is stupid.

Why not look at the bigger picture? Changing/banning/grading video games isn’t the answer, certainly when doing so puts the likes of Mario Kart into the same bucket as Gears of War. o.O

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80 Post Challenge – Post 35


What music album would be used for a movie about your life?


Ooooooooooooooooooo! Awesome! I held this one for ages because I couldn’t think of anything ‘good’ enough, but then I realised that that’s not what its about.

It needs to be music that picks up the highs, lows, rolls, spills and unexpected turns of my life. As soon as I realised that, I understood that an artist’s album (Michael Jackson, Beyoncé, Dido, Hayseed Dixie, whatever!) wouldn’t cut it.

Therefore the music album best suited to the movie about my life would be the soundtrack to The Lord Of The Rings: The Fellowship Of The Ring.
golden ring (the one ring?) from OpenClipArt
Put aside the fact that I am an incredible Lord Of The Rings fan anyway, Howard Shore has done the most incredible job on the score. This and Return Of The King in particular, did a wonderful job of picking up the action, the emotion, the urgency, the fear, the love of each and every second of the films. The score for The Two Towers was good, but not as good as the first and last.

I picked Fellowship because of the way the first part of the soundtrack is definitely about how things were. The Shire; calm, peaceful. Home to the hobbits who know little, if anything at all of the world outside their home. Or even how big the world really is.

The next part snatches these hobbits away from their home, introduces them to a very real danger that they are utterly unprepared for. They have to depend on themselves and each other to scrape through and make it to relative safety of Rivendell… but even there, they learn the real journey is yet to begin.

The Fellowship is formed, the music takes you through the story of each member and you can hear what each character brings to the piece as they all gather together to complete a mission upon which the fate of the world rests.

The rest of the score is about travel. Journeying. Always moving on and on, fighting each danger or challenge as it pops up, building on your own strength and that of your companions who would do anything for you because they love you, coming to a parting of ways… its all in there.

My whole life has been like that. Obviously not so much with the life threatening cave trolls and orc attacks, and certainly no balrogs or Nazgûl to worry about, but there have been significant ups and downs that I feel the music of this piece would do a fabulous job of reflecting. First love (ick, how gross… teenagers!), moving schools, tackling GCSEs, my parent’s divorce, nearly not making it into uni, first boyfriend and subsequent sexual encounter, first break up, realising that I’m bisexual and exploring that, graduation, my first home… it goes on. Normal life stuff that everybody goes through (well, not all of it I’m sure).

 

 

 

 

My 80 Post Challenge is brought to you with help from Tom Slatin’s 80 Journal Writing Prompts.

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