Too Epic…

4 01 2012



3 01 2012

People can become inspired by lots of different things. For instance, I once watched a caterpillar as it  began  to form a cocoon. That may sound a bit silly or sappy to some folks , but for me it was a milestone. Nature at its finest… really can make you start to evaluate things, and just maybe, put things into perspective. Over the years I have been inspired by several things and several people and since I believe in “Paying it Forward” , I would like to share a few of those people. Hope you don’t mind, stop reading if you do!

Simple is not my thing, so I will be elaborating a little on what I think is special about these folks as I go. First up…. Shelly Picarella. How could I not begin with her? I can personally say she is chasing her dreams, to the ends of the earth if she has too! One conversation with her and you will see that she is pure intoxication. I’m not talking infatuation (although she is a looker!). She has this presence about her, that makes people around her want to get fired up, work harder, and reach a new height on the “Potential Ladder”. Maybe even create a new rung. She inspires me daily with her wit and sarcastic charm. Shelly is a mover and a shaker, getting things done. Check out her website and follow her on twitter. I promise she won’t be disappointing.

I have started to talk with several writers on social media sites. A few stand out ahead of the pack. Ironically, most of them are part of an anthology called “Seven Deadly Sins” .  Headed up by Shelly Picarella. The idea, alone, is golden! Adult fables by seven authors, each one different from the last, all telling a story about an individual sin. All  from different walks of life that encompass four or five genres, in other words, something for everybody! I can’t wait to get my hands on a copy. Stephen Penner can write in several genres, without skipping a beat. His attention to detail and plot are impeccable. I get the feeling there is not much this man can’t do. Move right on to an enchanting author like Vickie Adair , another multi-genre talented writer. She has wonderful energy and is the queen of spreading the love around. Check her out here, also —>(@AuthorSuggests).

Next on my “hit list”, a must follow, A. T. Russell. This man is very inspiring to me. Mr. Russell has a passion for his craft and staying true too his characters. Love everything I read from him. You can tell that he wants to polish what he does till it shines, A true craftsmen.  Tymothy Longoria has both energy and passion to spare. When your down his, self induced, positive affirmation will pick you right back up!  Mrs. Dawn Kirby is pure sweetness. Funny, witty, all around joy to interact with. She has a few things brewing. Ask her about them. Diana Ilinca  is a corky little power house, just try to keep up with her!

A personal favorite of mine, aside from the sinners, is Mr. Wolf Scott. He is another one that “Pays it Forward” daily. I enjoy his blog and his personality. He is a lot of fun.

Last but not least…. my oldest daughter. The girl is just like me in so many ways. Olivia is super talented at everything she aspires to do! From violin, singing, writing, drawing and even Mock Trial, she excels. She makes me so proud everyday.

I don’t think I truly let her know how much she inspires me.

Writer’s Process Anyone??

15 12 2011

I have decided to try my luck at writing a story. At this point it is not very far along. I am toying with an idea that has been setting there for a while, kind of nagging at me. Pretty sure a lot of you can understand that feeling. I have to admit I am a little scared of sharing to much of it. Anxiety, self-doubt and just plain afraid it is going to suck! Now, I am not saying any of this to garner a list of encouragements and compliments. Please don’t misunderstand, I am not intending to sound hateful. I am, however, planning to use my blog to chronicle some of my feelings and ideas as they, hopefully, flourish.

Now, with all that being said… Whew! What I am most interested in is the way other writers process. How do their ideas come out on paper? Currently, I used this process:

*Start writing, see how it is flowing.

This filled in a little bit of the gaps for me.

*Fell back, around 800 words in and started

Character maps.

* Did 3 of my key characters and started writing again.

*Stopped around 1500 words did 3 more character maps.

Portions of my plot are still in fruition so I have yet to write my entire plot down.

Now, that is what I have done so far. The best thing I like about that process  is the way my characters seem to have more substance. I can easily look back to see descriptions and personal details about them as I write. When I evolve a character further, I have been updating their character map. The listing of my plot will come next, sometime in the next 300-500 words.

I have heard that a synopsis of the story, as a whole, is the first thing to do. That was not working for me.

Comments are welcome. I would seriously love to see how some of you get from point A to point B.

If you are interested in a little of what I wrote: Click Here

Desteen WIP possibility

8 12 2011

Chapter One

The hall quieted when Graben the IV entered, as if the forty foot ceilings, and woven tapestries to match, weren’t breathtaking enough. The Shell throne on the dais was empty, still the room itself was imposing. Scattered through out were items and artifacts, some dating back before Draga Shell or Draga the Conqueror on the common tongue. Raised on pedestals, to either side of the throne, were exact replicas of the ships Draga had sunk or destroyed in his quest for control of the seas. Draga had always required an artist on board for every voyage, to chronicle the events emblazoned forever on the canvases. Draga Shell had left a legacy. The kingdom that he controlled, and later passed down, was the largest of the five found in Desteen.
Now, Graben was of that line and he was feared. When he entered a room the hush was immediate. Years spent on the throne had left him ruthless and arrogant. The First Watchmen filed in behind him. Two by two, their black cloaks flowing behind them, they marched to the front of the dais, taking up positions to either side of Graben. The cloaks of the tall and broad men were embroidered with the golden seal of house Shell. The same seal was used to clasp their cloaks to their body armor. They were imposing, as they stood at rapt attention. Graben, on the other hand was slight of build, Tall, and fair skinned. His red-gold ringlets, cut in the traditional, shoulder length fashion of the shellians, rested on top of an emerald tunic. Once Graben was seated, the commencement of the meal began. Servants immediately sprang out of their hiding places, carrying voluminous platters on their shoulders. The food ranged from sea caught fish, fried, smoked and seasoned, to delicacies from the northern shoals. Fine fare for a name day gathering, but this was no ordinary event. Today, Graben heir was become of age. It was finally time for the boy to put away his toys and steam contraptions. Today his titles would be bestowed and the child would become a man, if they could find the scamp.

Lucian, a council adviser, stepped up to the right of Graben, leaning close to whisper in his ear. Tugging sharply at his right earlobe, Graben summoned one of the First Watch to him, with a crook of his finger. A garish looking guard, named Kronus, knelt before him, his multicolored shells,in his ebony hair, cracking against each other as he stooped. “Find the boy. Clean and dress him according to his station and deliver him to the solar.” Graben growled. “Lucian, You will alert me of his arrival.” Lucian and Kronus replied in unison “Yes, your Excellency”. As they departed to do his bidding, Graben pulled at the lobe again and stood addressing the crowd. “Today’s festivities may begin. Enjoy my catch, ale and shelter from the winds.” Resuming his meal he brooded on the boy. As if his name, Drago, was not bad enough. His father, Graben the III, had insisted on the name, which was uncomfortably similar to that of Draga the Conqueror. He had pleaded with his father against the name, citing the trouble that would ensue from the commoners. One battle amongst many he had lost with his sire. When the old king had died, Drago was two. Graben promptly sent him further inland, where attentions would not be on him, with his wife Farla. She died a year later with the blood cough. Graben had began to loath the boy in earnest, at that point. It would appear that Farla had chased the young Drago into an icy river, in the dead of winter. She never recovered.

Shell was steeped in tradition and the seat must be held. The boy of six and ten had to be brought back in time for this ceremony. Drago had been in his presence only three days and he was already sick of him. With the city and gardens to see, the boy had been hard to find on the second day. The third day was not turning out to be any better. Of all places and sights to see, The watchmen had found him at a local smiths. “Commoners all around him, What was the boy thinking?” Graben muttered under his breath. Drago was dragged back to his rooms and locked away for the evening. Graben had Lucian do some questioning about the boy’s life spent in the country. As it turned out, he had been quite fond of metallurgy in Cascada, the village Graben had left him in. Cascada had only one blacksmith so finding Drago when he turned up missing had always been easy for the guard there. But, here in the city of Shell, there were at least five and twenty blacksmiths. Early on, Graben had decided it best not to let the child know of his lineage. He had the story spread that the child in Cascada was of noble birth, but a bastard. Graben had a great fear of the people, sensing their dislike of him and the way he ruled, so keeping the child hidden and forgotten had been what he thought was best. How the rumor had spread like wildfire that his son still lived, he had yet to discover. With his name day in the offing, the last few months had made it evident that the boy must return.

He was awakened from his brooding by Lucian “The boy has been found and is awaiting your pleasure in the solar, your Excellency.”

Interview with Author Michelle Picarella

22 07 2011

Interview with Author Michelle Picarella.

%d bloggers like this: