Thursday, April 28, 2016

Book 1 (starting point pt. 2).

I found that, to my surprise, I got quite a few positive comments when I posted that short story about the trip to Maui. My best friend said something along the lines of, "it sounds like a story you would have written when you were younger: beach, waves, surfing, cute guy." Ha, not sure if that was a compliment or not, but I'll take it as one!
In my last post, I typed out the 3rd story in the little series I wrote. You guys have to remember that I was 7 or 8 years old when I wrote these stories. Just thought I'd throw that out there, not sure if it's for your benefit or mine! Anyhow, I'm going to go back now and post the 1st book to the series. It's called, "Polly Went To The Zoo With Lots Of Fun." I was in to those long titles I guess. Personally, I don't think that the book is titled very well when you consider the first half of the story. Here goes: Oh wait! For the benefit of you guys reading this, let me just say that I was completely OBSESSED with Zebras when I was little. XD Ok, here goes:

Polly wanted to go camping, so she went to invite her friend Lea. Lea said yes and Polly was very happy that Lea said yes to her question. Polly went to pack up and then they left the house. They were hungry so Lea was cooking hotdogs and marshmallows and after dinner they watched the sun go down and then they went to bed.
*Really, this could have been the second book when you consider that book 3 begins with Polly getting back from a camping trip. I must have really wanted to go camping or something. Seriously, I have no idea why I began the stories the way that I did..*
After Polly and Lea were done camping for two days, they went to the zoo but before they went to the zoo they went home to unpack. 
Polly and Lea love to look at the zebras. After the zebras, Polly and Lea went to go look at the giraffes.  My! What a long neck. Lea and Polly looked at all the animals at the zoo all together there are 60 animals at the zoo. Lea was tired. They saw a candy shop so they went there.
*Because you should TOTALLY go buy candy when you're tired. All that sugar gives you an energy boost!*
Polly bought 3 Lollypops and 1 Hershey bar and 2 Wonder Balls and 2 Reese's Peanut Butter cups and then she left the shop and then went to find Lea and go home.

That's a lot of candy, that's about all I have to say.
I'd just like to point out that I had someone ask to see the pictures I drew to go along with these stories, but come on, I was like, 7 or 8. You really think I'm gonna proudly show you my drawings? Haha, I'm sorry to disappoint, but I opted not to do that.
Again, this is the first story, or Book 1, and last week I posted Book 3. Still have no idea what happened to Book 2, so you can all calm down, I won't be posting ANOTHER story next week! Thanks for reading! ;) 

Wednesday, April 20, 2016

Starting Point.

Everybody has a starting point: when and why they started playing an instrument, or playing a sport, or doing anything that they enjoy. For me, that's writing. My brain doesn't work that great, so I don't remember EXACTLY when I began writing. I know, you're thinking, ok, so why would she even start a post like this because clearly she has no idea what she's talking about. If you're thinking something like this, then you're wrong. THIS time I DO have an idea what I'm saying. My story telling began very early for me. My sister and I would play with our toys and make up the craziest little stories for them. We had stories about Jesse's Farm, and about a dog who lived in Paris who had a best friend that was a boxer with 300 puppies, and about a dog named Amber and her owner Jane, who lived in the Plaza Hotel, etc. Every toy we had was a great character and every character had a story. Sometimes we didn't even use toys, we just made up these little worlds and talked about what happened in them.

I didn't actually realize that writing was something I wanted to do for a living until I was about 12 years old, but I wrote many silly little stories before that. One of the earliest I wrote and the one that I'm most famous for around the house is, "The Story Of Polly On A Trip To Maui." It's hilarious and makes no sense, and in the original title, it actually says "Mowy" instead of "Maui." :D It's the third story in a small series I wrote. I have book 1 and book 3, but I have no idea what happened to book 2. So anyway, I'm going to embarrass myself and show you a part of my starting point (please keep in mind that I may do a followup post about my starting point). Also, I'm going to do my very best to translate my earlier work to something that's actually readable, so words like "awer" become "hour" and "serfing" becomes "surfing."  Let me know in the comments what you guys think! ;) 
Oh! Real quick, I'm guessing that book 2 had something to do with a camping trip, or maybe I was on a sugar high and just randomly began book 3 as follows:

When they came home from camp the next day, they wanted to go to Maui for a few days so they went to go to pack up their bags and then they called the airport to get a plane. So the airplane came to the farm and all of the girls and one boy got on the airplane...
 *Quickly, can I say something? First, these characters were based from the Polly Pocket dolls I had, so at the time, I only owned 1 boy haha. Secondly, Polly must have been rich or something, because it sounds like she has her own private jet at her farm. Or maybe the pilot was just being extra generous that day. And let's not forget that she apparently was able to leave for Maui almost immediately after she got back from a previous vacation...*
...and hour after hour and they still have two more hours to go and then Todd the boy fell asleep in the airplane and then they finally got at Maui. On the way to Maui we were almost to Maui  and we woke Todd up on purpose so now Todd wasn't very happy at the girls and the girls were testing Todd and Todd fell back asleep again. The plane stopped and Kirsty jumped on Todd and yelled in his ear and Kirsty laughed and screamed and ran away and hid behind a tree...
*No idea what happened to the plane at this point...*
 ...and Todd walked right past her and Kirsty ran back to the airplane with Todd following her to the airplane. Todd was surfing and the water was so wavy Todd flew off of the board...
*Just want to point out that on the page where I have the story written in pencil and crayon, I have a poorly drawn surfboard with an arrow pointing to the water saying, WOW!...* was so wavy and at dinnertime they all had water and shrimp for dinner. The End. 😂😂😂😂😂

Ok, that was...interesting. If you read this whole post, I could literally hug you right now!! And if you don't like hugs, then you know, fist bump or whatever. Anyways, I think my writing has gotten much better and as always, thanks so much for reading!! ;)

Sunday, April 3, 2016

A Sprite Named Hollyhocks.

I know I've taken a little break from posting anything about my book, and to those of you who have still been reading my blog, I can't thank you enough! I now have over 2,000 views from more than 30 different countries! It's pretty crazy. So to get back on track I want to tell you about Hollyhocks - the tiny little Sprite from my story, Beyond The Veil.

I could tell you about Hollyhocks many different ways; from the point of a writer, or her creator. really though, I feel like one of the Fates. I weave her story together and at any point I can cut the thread. But I'm going to talk about her like she's my best friend because I know her better than anyone, her thoughts and her emotions, etc.

Now I don't really give exact times or dates throughout my book, but I give a clue in the first chapter, which you can read by clicking the "Beyond The Veil" tab. Hollyhocks was born November 2nd, 1470. We're told that the sprites age differently than people do, so it's hard to say her exact age even though the story takes place in 1483. I think she really develops/matures by the end of the story though.

You know when you think about a certain person, one thing generally comes to mind? Well, when I think about Hollyhocks, the first thing that comes to mind is how incredibly sweet she is. You know some people are so soft-spoken, and they'll never say anything negative about about anyone, nor do they think it? I guess that's how I see Hollyhocks. 

One thing about her that really stands out to me is that she's uh, what's the word? Man, for a writer, sometimes I stink at this. But don't tell anyone, ok? Seriously. ;) I think the word I'm searching for though is dreamer. She's a dreamer. She longs to be somewhere else, to see a different world. She see's things not for what they are, but for what she wants them to be. Actually, she's a lot like me. She's a little bit shy and reserved at times. She just needs someone who will be there for her though - someone she can open up with. She doesn't always say aloud the scores of thoughts racing through her mind, but when she opens up, she speaks very passionately with her heart open.

She's got a very caring soul and she's a great friend. She tries her best to always be there for the ones she cares for. I can't stress enough that Hollyhocks should never be taken for being stupid, she's just simple-minded. And why should she be otherwise? She came from a surreal world.

I suppose the saddest thing about Hollyhocks is that she was much like a child in the way that...well, I don't think I could say it better than Abraham Lincoln:

"In this sad world of ours, sorrow comes to all; and, to the young, it comes with bitterest agony, because it takes them unawares."

Eventually, Hollyhocks saw people be mean. She witnessed how cruel the human world could be. She herself felt like a tormented victim. But she never allowed any of it to break her spirit. She was stronger than that...and she was better than that.