Since I sent “The World That Forgot How to Dance” into the world, I’ve gotten some good feedback on Denise – one of the secondary characters in the story. People liked her passion. They commented on how a character can be brave in a quiet way. They enjoyed the juxtaposition between her methodical ways and Lester’s rashness.
What most people don’t know is that Denise originally had a much larger role in the story.
If fact, in one of the earliest drafts, Lester didn’t even exist and Denise was the only supporting character to Ellsie. (Hard to imagine now, but that sort of thing happens a lot.) I liked Denise from the start, and going back through my notes, it seems that I considered making her the POV character instead of Ellsie. I even had plans for her to be Officer Grove’s daughter – a fact that wouldn’t come out until the climax, at a moment where Denise’s intervention is what ultimately saves Ellsie. Read the rest of this entry
This post features Snowiks from A Book Without Dragons.
Drabble Type: Canon (aka – Events that really happened to the characters)
Timeline: After the events of the book
Snowiks opened his e-mail with the daily sense of defeat. He didn’t know why he still checked it, really. It was considered antiquated. (People these days were using voice-snaps, which Snowiks refused to send simply because the name sounded stupid.) This time, though, his routine wasn’t for the sake of warming up the keyboard – he had a message.
And what’s more: the message was from the post office. Paper mail hadn’t been delivered for the past decade, but the establishment still existed. The e-mail concisely informed him that he had something waiting for him and could he please pick it up before next Thursday?
No need to wait that long. After his shift ended, he didn’t even swing by his home before heading towards the local post branch. (‘Local’ takes on the meaning of ‘a two hour drive’ when one lives in a town as small as Chagrin Heights.) Read the rest of this entry
This post features Jasper and Snowiks from A Book Without Dragons.
Drabble Type: Meta (aka – characters know they are characters)
Chief Snowiks saw a brief shadow on the door only moments before it swung open—Jasper, apparently, didn’t feel the need to knock.
He also didn’t feel obliged to ask Snowiks if he was busy. “Chief! It’s Pumpkin Spice Day! Where were you?”
Snowiks flipped over the top paper on the pile, though it was purely a reflex. Jasper technically had security clearance to look at anything that might pass over his desk. “I was right here,” he said. “And what is…?”
“Pumpkin Spice Day,” Jasper repeated, holding out a to-go cup of coffee as if that explained everything. Read the rest of this entry
First off, I accidentally skipped a week on my secret code so, here’s a double dose….
“My clock stopped and it’s been stuck on 3:03 for days.”
“It can’t be 1:15 already! Your watch must be fast.”
And now, on to the main event 🙂 Here is a teaser from my new novel A Book Without Dragons, featuring Willow.
Willow Ayers heard the news station’s ‘breaking story’ jingle, and promptly abandoned the simulation he was running on his computer. He crossed the cozy bed and breakfast suite in a few less-than-graceful strides and crouched in front of the little television, breathing shallowly, eyes wide and terrified as they locked on the news lady reporting that the hostage situation in Boise was finally under control.
“Now that the hostage has been rescued,” the anchor announced, “authorities have confirmed that it is not the Unitime engineer, Willow Ayers.”
Yes, but is the hostage okay? Willow thought desperately as the reporter summarized the story for the benefit of those who hadn’t been following it all day. Is he hurt? Will he recover? Read the rest of this entry
“By the way, you might want to fix that clock. It’s 8:44.” (Confused? Click Here)
Cider is chewing on his squeaky toy when he smells something that isn’t part of the normal house smells. It smells exciting! Perhaps it’s even more exciting than the squeaky toy, so Cider goes to find out.
Daddy is out of the house, and Mommy is asleep, or else he would go find them so they could discover the smell together. But that is okay; Cider will find it on his own, and then when Daddy gets back he will be proud.
Ah, here it is! Read the rest of this entry
I was recently nominated by the enchanting Alex of the blog Valourborn to join in the 777 challenge, and—what can I say?—I’m a sucker for anything involving numbers.
The challenge is:
- Go to your current work in progress
- Scroll to page 7
- Count 7 sentences
- Share the next 7 sentences after that
- And of course, tag people to do the same. You can even tag 7 people if you want to really get into the number theme.
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Titles are hard for me. (Very hard. Like, ‘do 50 chin-ups’ hard)
This is important because, let’s face it, titles are what cause most people to pick up a book, or not. Ideally we would read the synopsis for every book on the shelf before making a selection but who really has time for that?
Generally, titling my work is the very last step in my process. While I’m working on it, I’ll give it a temporary title so I can refer to it in my journals and goal lists. For example, the project I’m working on is all about clocks. I call it…Clocks. I also have a trilogy that I’ll get back to some day. I have these books brilliantly titled Book 1, Book 2, and Book 3. Read the rest of this entry
This post features the following characters from my stories:
Zen from Dove Without Wings
Rodney from School Spirit
Another writing exercise I favor is the ‘two-character mash up.’ I choose two characters at random (I have a huge list of all my characters, and a jar with numbers in it) and then either choose a word from the dictionary, or ask someone for a suggestion. Then I write a short drabble with both characters, and the word.
I find that I can learn a lot about my people (or dragons, in this case) by throwing them in odd situations with personalities they don’t normally encounter. And yeah, it’s also fun 😉 Let’s not forget that.
So this little piece is the sum of Zen + Rodney + ‘inflate’
The sound of tapping on the window finally wriggled its way inside Zen’s protective bubble of studious concentration. Reluctantly, he left the equations on his chalkboard and turned towards his office’s singular window. Read the rest of this entry
Many years ago, I asked myself the question “When does an author become author-ly enough to have a blog about being an author?” I had just taken my first toddling steps into the world of publishing, and suddenly the Olivia of 2007 decided it was necessary to plan out the rest of her career as a writer in one afternoon.
Once I have a book published I’ll start a blog.
That was my initial rule, for no other reason than it seemed a blessedly definable line in the sand. Time passed, and I learned more about the blogging world, and my rule changed. Read the rest of this entry