Writing and Editing

I have spent the last month editing Gejurkian Force so I could use up createspace offer that I had won in my winners goodies for NaNoWriMo 2012. The book although still needs a lot of work, this edit puts me on the third draft but I will only count it as the second because after NaNoWriMo I had to go through and fix all the spelling errors and took out a few scenes and added a few in. It was needed to have a complete story. 

As much as I hate editing I really did enjoy working on this. However, if I think if I want to keep it science fiction then I need to work on some elements. It was my first attempt at this type and style of writing, I think I really fell below my expectations in the ideas I initially had but I know what some of my problems are and I am willing to fix it. To work on it. 

Although I am working on other things, at the moment I have been pushing my creative thinking into flash fiction. I am never very good with ending of things. I have in the last four days, started and finished two of those flash fictions. It's hard to end them but I did. 

I also took note that is has been awhile since I last had a blog. The thing is my husband not only had one job offer he ended up with two. The first one he ended up having a medical hold put on place all while he had a phone interview, which turned into two phone and than they brought him out. It all happened so fast. He moved across country and I stayed back at home for two months. At the beginning of June me and the rest of the family moved across the country and joined up with him. 

That being said for almost two months I was painting cleaning and moving. After we got out here I spent the next month, cleaning, unpacking, cleaning and organizing. It was fun! Not really. There are still many things left to undo and that includes me getting around to writing. 

Until next time, Happy Writing. 

Tiffany

Chapter 2 Excerpt

I have been having problem with this chapter for awhile. It always feels dragged down but I would love someone else's opinion on this. 

I know there are probably some grammar mistakes. I am working on those also but right now I am just curious about how the chapter reads. Anyone have any opinions I would gladly love to hear them. 


CHAPTER 2

         Dosteria spent her days doing the same thing every day, never changing. She held the boundaries, the walls, the prisons, all called different depending on who was doing the talking. On most days, it was a rather boring job but someone had to do it and for her it was a blessing. Dosteria, still after all this time, she was still known as a lowly holder demon. With her non-born demon status she could only go so many places, do so many jobs without the abilities of born breed demons.

            As a holder demon her job was to protect, the souls that Soul Catchers would bring down, occasionally she would attain a free spirit. One who did not belong anywhere, that spent all their mortal life out of the way of certain paths and yet a Soul Catcher bounded them. Dosteria found no need to be a Soul Catcher but occasionally she wished she could find herself somewhere else in the underworld.

            Still as a holder demon, she made quite a name for herself. Most learned not to cross paths with her and the ones stupid enough to do so would up giving Zerius more work to do. She constantly was on his not happy list most months but always did something to warm him over, well the best anyone could. Zerius was an interesting demon to say the least. He became the high power three centuries prior after a little hiccup. He was never supposed to end up in the underworld but let’s just say he made nice with a woman of power in the upper worlds and her power decided that he needed to play underground for a while. Eventually people stopped talking about it and he never went back.

            Dosteria found her way in front of Zerius two centuries later and he gave her a chance when no one else will. His choice of allowing her to become a demon caused an uproar among others, brought light many questions and when no answers were received, a good portion of the demons thought less of her. Did not think she had it in her to be a demon, at least not a powerful one.

            Since then she has only had to deal with the stupid ones, most do not cross her anymore though she cannot be sure they respect her either. Zerius always commented on her aggression and temperament, perhaps that is why she was still just a holder demon, rarely anyone to piss off, or kill off in some cases.

            While being a holder demon left her alone quite often, she was able to practice her skills without worrying about harming others. When the Soul Catchers come around they bring the most interesting tales if they have the time to tell them, sometimes it is weeks between visits. There are other holder demons, so only the ones that do not mind her, come her way unless others are directed.

            “I’ve got another one for you.” A voice teased her from the hallway, turning quickly to see him, but the shadows hid him still, but she did not need to see the face to know whom it was. She has heard his voice a million times if not more. Still she was always surprised to actually see Dennon.

            She tilted her head to the side, “Already?” Her question was answered as he stepped into the light, pulling a blue ball of energy behind him. His soul catching ability mesmerized her more than once. Always so quick to find, capture, and bring to her, she always got his catches.

            “Yes, already, it’s been weeks.” He shook his head as he answered.

            “Weeks not possible.” Darting her eyes away from him quickly, she realized what she said. A confession to him and she was already screwed.

            “Yes, possible. Dosteria you are spending too much time down here.” He shook his head, standing outside one of the cages. She changed the vibration of the wall as Dennon released the blue energy into the cellblock. “You have got to take a break, Dosteria, being down here alone without anything to signify passing of time.”

            “And do what. Sit down and play with myself?” She asked with a bit of bite behind her words. It was all joking.

            “If that’s what you must do, sure.” The smile on his face was one she was all to familiar with. “Zerius, will give you something else to do for a few weeks.” He spoke but then under his breath, “holder demons always allow themselves to go mad.”

            ‘Thanks for the input. Now tell me of your tales with this one.” A quick change in subject is exactly what she needed. 

I know there are some mistakes. I am just trying to see the overall feel of it. How does it read? Any input is wonderful. Thanks so much. 

Many Days!

Many days have gone by since I have written a post. There have been lots of little things and big things that have gone on these past month. Between my kids being sick, husband getting sick and me trying to fight it, it's been a hard month. It seems though I lost the battle and ended up sick anyways. 

Writing has happened a little bit here and there with two massive writing days back to back. I also have been reading a lot. Mainly since I had to rest the wrist but now that I am reading I do not want to put any books down. That is working great with my 100 books in a year goal. 

On the personal front, my husband has been looking at getting a new job. He actually have been getting a few responses. The one interview from before the holidays never went anywhere. Since then he had a few calls and recruiters but it never went anywhere. Then he got a call from a company out in Washington State. The place where he has been wanting to go for as long as he remembered. It's our goal to get out there. Two interviews later, he was asked to fly out there. So he's going at the end of the week. Hoping for some great news on that. 

Since everything seems to be falling into place, it seems like maybe just maybe I should be pushing myself a little bit more on my writing. I go through phases were I am very serious about it then the fear takes over and I am back at square one. 

Fallen Angel, Risen Demon I think could work really well but I am worried about it. I have actually became more attached to it more then my first novel I ever wrote. 

I've Been Busy

I have been busy but that should excuse the fact that it has been a little while since I have done a blog post. 

Especially when what I have been doing is writing which is what this blog is about. I finished a few things but really I have been ignoring what I should be working on. Editing. I have not wanted to edit anything really except a few small things. 

I am about halfway through editing Fallen Angel, Risen Demon. I had a hiccup that I am still trying to figure out how to fix it. I keep looking at it but never do anything about it. 

I know it's part of the process but I haven't decided how much I like it. Sometimes I feel really great about it because something clicks in the story so much better but then it's grueling most other times. 

Guess I should really actually get to editing. 

Until next time, happy writing. 

Excerpt...

I just finished up the disaster thriller from wriye. It's this year long writing forum I am a part of. Since I have finished it up I was pretty much left with out an idea. I have a few WIPs to work on but they weren't really hitting the creative gene. 

Since then I had a really good conversation going on in my head but I lost it before I could write it down. Last night after some work I finally came up with an idea that mirrored the conversation the best. 

Excerpt on a currently untitled story idea. Please let me know what you think. 

      Walking down the sidewalk, the perpetual sadness trying hard to push pass the always-lasting fake smile as she flipped the unnatural red strip of hair behind her ear for the twelfth time that walk.  What should have only taken ten minutes ended up taking an extra ten because she missed the turn, only to realize three cross streets passed where she needed to turn. As much as she tried to ignore the passer buyers, their sounds of talking, laughing, and even the occasional yelling pushed through her imaginary wall she often tried to put up.

      The noise droned into her ear, pushing her to move quicker to get away from the sounds that she dreaded. She hated the exuded happiness that came off her peers so easily, when she so often tried to actually to be happy. Only on the few occasions did she stop to think that maybe the people she crossed actually did the same as her and plaster a fake smile on, however just as quick as the thought past through it left just as quick.

      Pushing her sleeves further up her arms, she noticed Danielle perched on top the railing looking at the collection of students walking past her. Danielle’s eyes scanned the crowed until they rested on her. The little wave Danielle provided caused the instinctual raise of her hand in the half-ass greeting as her friend did for her. Friend, she almost hated that term but that is what the two girls could consider their mutual agreement would be considered. They related in almost all terms but the confiding which would occur in most friendships left little be desired. In fact, that happened to the be one of the first things that they could agree on, no sense in letting each other know things other than they didn't want that type of friendship.  

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I am terrible when it comes to grammar and p.o.v. but I am trying to work on it. So if you see anything that is off please by all means let me know. I know what it is supposed to say but it still doesn't feel right by me. 

Until next time, happy writing. 

Scared

I am scared about actually finishing something as in all through the editing process ready to submit something finished. Why am I scared? Thinking it is because then I have nothing stopping me from submitting but my own self.

I admit it on occasion but never to the degree that it bothers me. I am going to do that now in hopes that I can at least push forward.

My writing although I think is imaginative seems lacking something. Perhaps it is because in high school and some in college, the papers always suffered but it was never because of the content but because of the grammar. I am terrible at grammar spending hours upon hours trying to fix things only to be more confused.

I am a stay at home mom because at this point in time it was financially smarter to stay home then to go to work and pay for daycare only to be bringing home and extra 20-50 a week. That should change since I now have at least some kind of college degree but I have not really started looking only because we are waiting to find out about my husband’s job interview.

SAHM is not a bad thing it has become a wonderful thing. I have the ability to watch my kids grow up learning all kinds of things, watching the boys grow with each other. I am able to pick my daughter up from school. It has actually let me get a lot of writing done to improve upon myself. However, as I sit back and look what I have done. Spent hours writing instead of spending time with my family over the course of the past few years only to realize that I will probably never be published.

I want to be but I probably never will be. I have invested all this time for the possibility of nothing and I am scared. 

Until next time! 

Welcome 2013!

It is a new year. How about that?  2012 left and in came 2013. Are you ready for it?

The end of the year came sneaking up on me with a bang. It was fun and fine though. 

I did not achieve my personal goal of 100,000 words or something edited this past December but I did finish a few longer things. It is actually pretty awesome if I do say so myself. 

This year I intend on working toward completely finishing at least one novel, the whole editing process and all. Whether it will be ready for me to submit personally I do not know. Nervous, very nervous about even trying. What if it's not good? What if it is good? Will I always be trying to making it of worse what happens if the book takes off and I cannot write another one? 

It's almost easier to hide out but I do not think I will ever be satisfied just writing and never trying to do anything more. Besides if I never actually try then I feel bad for all the wasted time. Never should I ever be able think of it as wasted time. 

Going to spend the next few days actually planning on how I am going to achieve this. 

Until next time, Happy Writing!