My Version Of Sophie’s Choice

Sort of. Where I’m at in the story (my OCD-ness likes to write chronologically) is Sabina’s parents have no other choice than to tell their daughter that she’s about to be handed over to a life of suffering because of her diamond tears. For a little backstory–

The stars are the gods. The stars bestowed one immense power in each of the Previes when they were born while living in another kingdom. Fast forward past information that isn’t relevant at the moment, the Previes die, or rather opt to die because, really, immortality would get boring, and now they exist pretty much in Past (”heaven”) although they have access to this world via a mirror. They can also possess animals but the rulers of Past (whose names escape me, bad author) forbade human possession. Yadda, yadda, yadda since they were no longer capable of a tangible human form in the living world, someone had to rule.

A Revamp By Summer’s End

Yes, I’m seriously considering revamping the blog, namely purchasing my own domain and site space and getting the much hyped WordPress.org bundle so I can tweak at my leisure.  I’ve thought it over and considering it’s recommended that author’s have websites, I figured what better time to get one?  I’m actually building it now although I don’t officially have the space yet and won’t get it for at least a month (thanks to birthdays, Mother’s Day, car registration and taxes and a wedding) .  This way I’m not wasting months with the account to build it.

Stubborn Voice

If you’re a regular to my blog, you know that I’m experimenting with a web serial called Dawn, the link of which can be found on the Serials page in the sidebar. If you’re new or didn’t know that, now you do.

Well, it seems that I’ve run into a bit of a snag. I think the voice in this story is a bit stilted, a little too hoity toity for what I want to say. I tried working on this last night. Had a false start on a later chapter and tried to rewrite it to suit the mood as opposed to the voice that keeps coming out. In other words, I tried to force it to do something it didn’t want to do. Bad idea.

It forced back, essentially telling me this is the voice for this story and to cut the shit and just write it. The thing is I’m not really happy with the voice but at the same time when I force it, I get half-assed writing that I don’t like either. I have a very strong feeling that once I start writing the vampire parts, the voice is going to change dramatically but I’m thinking along the lines of readers. Will they stick around long enough to read it change?

Meme Again

Damn you, Mada!  She’s gone and tagged me for yet another meme.  This time it’s the “post six things about yourself” type of meme.  Here are the rules–

1. Link back to the person who tagged you.
2. Post the rules on your blog.
3. Write six things about yourself.
4. Tag six people at the end of your post by posting links to their blog sites.
5. Let them know they’ve been tagged by leaving a comment on their site.
6. And let your tagger know when your entry is up.

I guess my blog is a little elusive when it comes to actually talking about myself.  Well, considering I don’t like those types of blogs (you know, the daily rant kind where people do nothing but discuss the mundane minutiae in their lives, ick), I tend not to keep one myself but I guess a little worm on a hook can’t be that bad.

Making Up Words Should Require A Degree

Namely English. I’m not $75k in the hole for nothing. If I don’t have a license to make up words then what the hell good is the piece of cardstock with my name on it sitting, I believe, under my bed for the dust bunnies to eat? Like interneters. My Firefox thinks that’s a bad word and has marked with with a red, squiggly line of doom. But me, I like the word interneter. It does to the word internet what blogger does to blog. It personifies it. It makes sense. Instead of saying one who uses a blog, we have a less overwritten term, blogger. So instead of one who uses the internet, web junkie, zit-strewn geek with carpal tunnel or chronic masturbator, we have interneter. Less tongue-tying, less letters, less cumbersome. Interneter. Makes sense. If blogger can exist, so can interneter.

Why do I say making up words requires an English degree? Well who better than to form new and better words than the people already proficient and learned in the language? Makes sense, right? But it looks like this unspoken rule has spread like a vicious rumor to the journalists of the world because, oh damn, they’re making shit up now too. The thing is, they suck at it. Namely because they don’t know the original word it’s spawned from to begin with. Really, what they’re doing is improperly using words that already have a proper saying because they can and because this is the media, people believe everything they say so they’ll think that old words have morphed into new ones because Candy Cane on the News At Nine says it. Oh how mistaken they were.