final big post

1. What did you learn this semester?
What I learned this semester was: First, to talk to other more experienced people. The talk I had with Simon about my story was extremely helpful to help me narrow down what I wanted to develop. Thereafter, my characters did take a more solid shape, both in their own personal history and personality. Second, I learned that piecing together a story with emotion is so much harder than it looks. When writing, I realized that I tend to focus more on what was going on the the surrounding environment that I usually forgot to put in emotions of the characters or put in emotions that resulted in discrepancies of their character. Even now, though the storyline and the characters are much more clear than they were at the start of the year, their are huge gaps that claw at my mind as i think of how to fill them. But after some struggles, every time I find a new fluency or event that connects parts of my story together, it makes me feel very successful (I’m not!). Third, I realized that planning is very important. At the start of this semester and all through last semester, I did’t plan much and just started writing. It helped in a way that I got a better feeling of the story, the atmosphere that i was creating and the hang of how writing a novel worked. But the problem with it is that I’d get utterly stuck at some places and not know how to continue of for a long time which really frustrated me. I had the big picture in mind but it was the small thing that really a writer should plan ahead. Last, no writer finishes a first draft in one draft. The previous drafts i worked on I will completely discard but that doesn’t mean it didn’t help me a great lot in developing my story. storylines and characters tend to change massively while writing but the change wouldn’t happen without the previous draft.
2. What were your successes this semester?
The biggest takeaway I believe I had was improvement in my writing. I showed my complete story to one of my friends and she said “obviously your writing got so much better as the story continued”. I believe this is a very valuable skill I will have fun developing in the future that will be extremely helpful in the future and if I continue to pursue this book which I most certainly will. Another success I had was I finally got the background history of my characters and the world of my setting clear! It took me a long time to get to that and the discarded drafts played a big role in my success in this. What i would find myself doing in writing is see a point or thing I just wrote out and realize that there could be a whole story to what is behind that thing and think about it for at least an hour. Another thing is, when I’m stuck on contingency, I will try writing different scenarios which helped me organize my thoughts until I found where I wanted to go. This is a set of skill that I did not have at the start of the year.
3. What were your failures or things you’d do differently?
I failed rather terribly at time management this semester. So much has been going on that passion project was kind of at the bottom of my priorities list. I would usually end up working on it for only half the block and writing blog posts very late on Friday nights like i am doing right now. To be honest, it’s caused me some stress which means I could have produced a more articulate product if I managed my time a bit better. Obviously, learning from this, I will try to keep all subjects at a generous priority in the future so I don’t get so stressed.
4. Discuss the successes/weaknesses of both the process and what you have created.
The success of the process was what i learned and the skill sets I have acquired. Since it was a process, I don’t believe that there was a weakness in it at all taking it from a learning stance. Every struggle or wrong turn caused me to learn something so I am very grateful for the process. For the final product, i succeeded in finally finding my characters and atmosphere but did not achieve my very naive initial goal of “finishing a whole first draft”. However, it has provided for me the bases of finishing a whole first draft that I will one day gladly share.

Blog post week of May 11th

I finished the final draft of the scene I’ve been working on for the past few weeks. I’ll send you the actual ibook of everything I’ve been working on including the discarded drafts through email. I will finalize what I want to do for final display early next week. I will be sending this finished scene to Simon this weekend after I ask a friend to check it for grammatical mistakes and finish the final draft for another one of my scenes from the actual book. My final goal is to finish four scenes from four different main characters of the story. It’s tough work to do in the short span of time left but I’ve enjoyed finalizing this scene and I believe will enjoy the process of finalizing others. I believe that this whole year of writing has strongly improved my creative writing skills and am really grateful for the process.

Waverley and the other girl rolled together down the hill, a handful of the other girl’s hair between Waverley’s fingers while she could feel the blood oozing out of her left arm where the other girl seemed to be doing a great job keeping her teeth on Waverley’s flesh, both girls trying to bang their opponents back hard on the hill surface when they had the other ground. She tried to reach her last remaining knife which was ebbed inside the sheath of her bonded leather boot, but with no luck as the world spun around her in a haze of green and blue. The bottom edge of her cheekbone still hurt from where the girl’s knuckles had collided with it earlier, promising a nasty bruise for the marrow. The girl knew where to hit, she would give her that. Acutely, Waverley was aware of the big rock at the bottom of the hill approaching them faster than she liked. She tried to use her hip to yank their momentum in another direction but the other girl seemed to be aiming straight for the rock, yanking Waverley along with her. The other girl was bigger and stronger than she was, and obviously a seasoned fighter. Hissing, Waverley scratch at the other girls face with her free hand, her fingers found their mark as she felt her nails slice through skin, leaving a painful mark but not sharp enough to draw blood. For the first time, Waverley wished that she was one of those wretches in the fort that sharpened their nails until they were a a mile long and as pointy as spears. Infuriated, the other girls fist managed to swing into the bottom of Waverley’s chin. Not a perfect swing as Waverley had grabbed the girls neck causing the girl to vier her head backwards, but the impact still managed to flash white into her vision. The girl, distracted by the hand on her neck stifling her wind pipe, allowed Waverley to yank her left arm out between the other her teeth, the pain was blinding, but Waverley’s had worse.
Only two feet away from the rock did Waverley realize what the other girl was trying to do.
Too late.
The other girl had calculated her momentum too well, slamming Waverley hard onto the rock’s surface. She heard a small gasping sound and it took her a moment to realize that it had come from herself. Waverley felt sharp pain bloom from her scapula and managed just in time to keep the back of her head from the same fate. The other girl was on top of her in an instant, throwing a punch her way so fast that Waverley barely managed to block it with her arm. The other girl wrestled Waverley’s arm away from her face and threw attacked her face again. Waverley’s back felt like a shattered egg and the hurt made her eyes water, allowing her to only see a blur of the other girl’s greenish eyes and brown freckles.
She outsmarted me, Waverley thought. She’d honestly never been so furious in her entire life. She was the Chimera of Edethlin, no one outsmarts her. Maybe Acian can, but no one else, she would not allow it.
Waverley gritted her teeth as the other girls knees dug into her stomach pinning her against the ground, her hand clawing uselessly at the girls furs, her century of lessons disintegrating like ashes before this girls raging fire.
She was Waverley, she said to herself as tears stung her eyes. She belonged to no one but herself and she would not cry.
Think, Waverley, think. The girl was smart, and that pissed her off, forcing her to not think rationally. She had never before lost a fight, not because she was fast or sneaky, and definitely not because she was strong, she never lost because she was smart, and her opponents had never come as close to threatening her ruthlessness as this one; use your strength, don’t let arrogance get your way.
Waverley blinked her eyes clear, let her hands go limp at her sides and scrutinized the girl on top of her. The girl had stopped attacking her and narrowed her cat-like eyes, her face a foot from Waverley’s. The girl didn’t relax the muscles pinning Waverley to the ground; however, became even tenser, calculating wether or not Waverley was going to make a sudden move. In a span of a few seconds, Waverley came to four conclusions: First, her crouch was a Cheetah, with the spine forming a nice curved dome and with one leg bent forty-five degrees before the other; thinking back, her previous blows had followed a water-like and thrown without moving the lower half of the body. This girl was either part Noelani or trained in the Forbidden Lands. Second, the girl’s wounds healed unnaturally fast, the claw marks she had left on the right side of the girls face had already faded to four thin lines of brown scars. Strange. Third, this girl wasn’t trying to kill her, only harm her enough to perhaps nock her out and take her hostage. She works for someone, and that someone wants me. Last, the girl seemed to put more weight onto her right knee, because she has an injury on her left leg.
Waverley found her opponents weakness and she was going to prey on it. She knew exactly where to strike.
Waverley made a fake move of banging her forehead onto the other girl’s nose. The girl was ready for her strike and yielded her head backwards, narrowing her attention to the motion, her grip on Waverley loosening just a little. That was all Waverley needed. Waverley swung up a leg and slammed it into the girl’s left thigh. The girl gave a little screech. Waverley shoved her of with her elbows and in a swift movement, flipped her over and pinning a hand around her neck, nails digging into the flesh, her other hand whipping out the knife in her boot and before the other girl could move, Waverley plunged the knife through the girl’s abdominal and watched as a dark red flower of blood blossomed to taint her cherrywood shaded furs. The girl gave a little grunt, more of surprise than pain. Waverley was panting hard, the exhaustion of last nights lack of sleep catching up to her. To Waverley’s surprise, the girl started laughing, one of those wild crazy laughs on the bridge of lunacy. Wild like a hyena but controlled like a cat. Waverley’s braids were damp against her neck, her whole body hurt and she was in no mood to tolerate this girl. Waverley narrowed her golden eyes and twisted the knife a little bit deeper into the wound.
The girl stopped laughing and gasped in pain.
“So you are as good as they say you are, huh.” The girl said between breaths, green eyes searching Waverley’s face. “Smart.”
Waverley hissed, eyes still narrowed. She reached for the girls sleeve, pulling it up to her elbows. There. Revealed around her forearm, contrasting against the gold of her skin, was a band of silver, about two inches wide and as thin as a piece of parchment; Northern silver, almost white, very rare and very very strong. Waverley knew it was way stronger than what it looked, her thoughts flying to her right thigh where Odin had cut her with his Northern spear, almost a century ago. The band was plain and smooth except for an indented carving. Waverley twisted the girls arm to examine it closer. It was the carving of a Snow Leopard with front claws longer than its face, it’s mouth drawn in a snarl; the symbol of the Iarnă Empire.
“The Blade of the North, you’re Nara of No Name.” Waverley whispered, really seeing the girl for the first time. Waverley had assumed before that she was part Noelani. Of course. The Blade of the North was a bastard, the bastard of the unknown Lord of the Forbidden Lands and the Iarnăn Queen, Teheqa. Even when looking at Waverley with her chin tucked in, Nara’s face was delicately pointy, with an impossibly straight nose and thin lips. She should have noticed the resemblance with the Iarnăn queen earlier, they were made out of the same mold, just with a different coloring.
The Blade displayed a wicked smile on her face. “I thought you would have noticed that earlier,” Waverley sensed threat, “but yet your not the only smart one here.” Nara’s hands suddenly whipped towards Waverley’s stomach. Waverley did a back somersault just in time, slicing her blade down Nara’s stomach before pulling it out with her backwards momentum. When Waverley was back on her feet, Nara was already in front of her, stomach still bleeding, but lashing out quickly. Waverley dodged her blow and threw a kick at her stomach, hitting her wound square. Nara gasped and stumbled back, but she had already thrown a little metal thing Waverley hadn’t realized she was holding. Waverley twisted sideways, but not fast enough to avoid the thing completely. It’s sharp edge grazed her side, ripping apart her leathers and left a long sting on Waverley’s skin in it’s path. Waverley whipped around to get a good look at. The thing flew another few feet before spinning back and racing towards her agin like a boomerang. She had already assumed it wasn’t something she could intercept so she ducked. It flew past her head and straight into Nara’s waiting hand. Only then did Waverley realize that it was the silver Iarnă band she had been wearing. Indigenously, Waverley lowered her weight into fighting stance as Nara started to flick her wrist to send the band flying again.
A flash of black.
Nara was sprawled on the ground, band dropping from her hand and landing beside her, Decimus’s hands around her neck, pressing her face into the damp morning grass. She tried to reach for the band but Decimus kicked it way as iron cuffs appeared around Nara’s wrist. Nara didn’t yield. Instead of wriggling like a helpless fish, she elbowed Decimus hard in the groin.
Ouch, Waverley winced. Even a lucem adfert like Decimus had his vulnerabilities, he cursed in pain and pinned Nara harder onto the ground before she could make another move.
“Decimus,” Nara drawled, “long time no see.”
Waverley hadn’t known that they knew each other. Somehow, the thought didn’t settle well with her as she picked Nara’s band from the ground and walked towards them.
Decimus yanked Nara up into standing position by her scruff and looked at Waverley for the first time upon his sudden and surprising arrival. She could see concern in his gaze but also a hint of amusement.
Waverley hissed at him. “Why do you look so amused? I could have died.”
His mouth twitched up on the left side into that irritable smile Waverley always wanted to strangle him for, but a sudden gust of wind blew his shoulder-length black hair backwards, letting the sun shine into his under-the-sun grey eyes and her irritation caught in her throat. Beautiful, but Waverley would never admit that. Not to him, not to anyone; especially not to him.
“I know you,” he said, “in the end, you always find a way to win.”
Waverley’s heart almost soared, but she pushed it down by putting a stern look on her face. “You’re such an ass.” She said instead.
He laughed. “Hey, I just complimented you.”
A thought suddenly came into Waverley’s mind. “Wait”, she said, confused, “how did you know that I was here.”
Decimus’s eyebrows drew together at that. “I heard you.” He said, his voice barely more than a whisper. The look in his eyes told Waverley that he was just as confused as she was.
“What do you mean?” Waverley asked.
Decimus gave Nara a skeptical look. Nara just grinned at him, the sweetest fake grin that Waverley had ever seen in her one-hundred-forty-three years of life. “I’ll tell you when we get back.” Decimus said. “You need to get some of those wounds treated by Corentin. Can you walk?”
“I wasn’t born yesterday.” Waverley snapped, passing Decimus and started walking west. She was fine, really. Just some sores and hurts here and there. She kept on walking, eyes stubbornly focused fowards. After about ten steps, a sudden pain bloomed from the cut that Nara had given her from the band. The setting sun reeled like a spinning orange and yellow plate before her as she felt herself fall.
The last thing she felt before darkness enveloped was Decimus’s strong arms under her, breaking her fall.
He was ten feet away, yet he somehow still managed to catch her. The falling had been slow for her, but yet she knew it couldn’t have been more than two seconds.
In the background, she swore she could hear Nara laughing.

Blog post week of April 27th

This week was more of a development week. While editing the scene I wrote last week, I made changed (a lot) to the world I was creating (mostly inspired by my lately binges of Game of Thrones books). What I found really hard since my first development of the world was avoiding cheesiness and alikeness to fantasy books that have inspired me to write. It seemed like a pretty easy task but when I really thought about it, to be honest, I feel like 80% of my time writing the story was trying to figure out what my background set up would be like. This week I created this a more solidified version of the world, going deeper into the history, atmosphere and the kingdoms that make up the realm (Simon’s advice was really really helpful):

The Fog is a circle of fog that has surrounded the Realm of Men and ever since there was human memory. 1 millennia ago, creatures of another species managed to find this last place of sunlight in the Universe. The war waged between them lasted for two thousand years. Children who had been blessed with a power derived out of the their goodness of humanity became the Children of the light and protectors of the realm. The managed to ward off the Fogs and demons.

Kingdom 1: small coastline kingdom in the South, land of thieves and criminals, derived from the Hispanics (home country of the character Night who is also known as the Night Master, master of the criminals)
Kingdom 2: lies in the middle of the Solitary Moors, derived from the blacks
The Middle Kingdom: Biggest kingdom (not empire) of the realm. Lush in resources and military. Derived from the Chinese (home country of character Waverley HeLian and Tolten HeLian, though she does not admit she is from there because she had been born a slave in the peking city and was abused throughout her childhood years)
The Forbidden Lands: they are closed off from the rest of the realm, despite lying in the middle of it. Their land used to be the main battle ground of the Obsidian war. Grass does not grow there and there are bones everywhere. No people dare enter it. The people of the Forbidden Lands are only known to the Realm because they are warriors who fought hard in the War. They are derived from the Cherokee. (The Lord of the forbidden is character Decimus and character Nara’s true father though they do not find out until much latter in the story, hence, Decimus and Nara are both half cherokee in ethnicity)
Empire 1: the largest empire of the realm. Derived from the British (character Decimus’s hometown)
Iarnă Empire: empire of the north with Queen Teheqa as there current Queen. The snow leopard is their symbol, for beauty and fierceness. Derived from Nordic Europe and the Russians (the Russians are a branch of the empire for they were conquered by the Nordics soon after the war) (Character Nara’s hometown though she does not call it home)
The Wanderers: people that have always lived without a home and are scattered throughout the kingdoms. (character Kharqa was once a wanderer before she became a child of the Light)
Edethlin: the Shadow. Nor is it a city Kingdom or Empire. Stories say that the hearts of the people of the Shadow have Demon blood flowing through them. They are cunning and cruel on an island that the Demons had once used as a stronghold during the War. The king recruits the most elite warriors and thinkers into the Shadow.

This is some editing that I did to the first half of the scene from last week. I was supposed to go through the whole thing but new ideas kept jumping out while writing so I had to resort the background information which took up about five hours:/

Waverley and the other girl rolled together down the hill, a handful of the other girl’s hair between Waverley’s fingers while she could feel the blood oozing out of her left arm where the other girl seemed to be doing a great job keeping her teeth on Waverley’s flesh. She tried to reach her last remaining knife which was ebbed inside the sheath her bonded leather boot but with no luck as the world spun around her in a haze of green and blue. Acutely, Waverley was aware of the big rock at the bottom of the hill approaching them faster than she liked. She tried to use her hip to yank their momentum in another direction but the other girl seemed to be aiming straight for the rock, dragging Waverley along with her. Furious, Waverley scratch at the other girls face, her fingers found their mark as she felt her freshly sharpened nails slice through flesh but at the same time, the other girls fist managed to swing into the bottom of Waverley’s chin. Not a perfect swing, but the impact still managed to turned Waverley’s vision white. Waverley yanked her left arm out between the other girl’ teeth, the pain was blinding, but Waverley’s been through worse. She tried to bang the girls back hard on the ground every time she was beneath her, the other girl was trying to do the same.
Only two feet away from the rock did Waverley realize what the other girl was trying to do. Too late. The other girl had calculated her momentum too well, slamming Waverley hard onto the rock’s surface. Waverley felt sharp pain bloom from her spine all over her back and managed just in time to keep the back of her head from the same fate. The other girl was on top of her now and threw a punch her way so fast that Waverley barely managed to block it with her arm. Her back hurt so bad it made her eyes water, allowing her to only see a blur of the other girl’s greenish eyes and coming blows. This girl knew where to hit, Waverley thought as the girl’s knuckles collided with her cheekbone on a blow Waverley was too in pain to catch. There was so much pain, the top half of her body felt like a shattered shell. Waverley gritted her teeth. She was Waverley who belonged to no one but herself and she would not cry. The fact that she was letting herself yield to pain angered her so much that she gathered up all the energy left inside of her and banged her forehead hard onto the other girl’s nose. The other girl yelped in pain, fingers loosening on her just a bit. That was all Waverley needed. Waverley swung up a leg and slammed it into the girl’s side, shoved the girl off of her. In a swift movement, Waverley flipped her over and pinning a hand around her neck, her other hand whipping out the knife in her boot and before the other girl could move, Waverley plunged the knife through the girl’s Nordic firs and into her stomach and watched as a red flower of blood blossomed to taint the furs. The girl gave a little grunt of pain. It went quit for a few seconds as Waverley tried to catch her breath and the other girl was silent. To Waverley’s surprise, a few second later, the girl started laughing, one of those wild crazy laughs with almost a hind of lunacy. Waverley narrowed her eyes and twisted the knife a little bit deeper into the wound.
The girl stopped laughing and gasped in pain.
“So you are as good as they say you are, huh.” The girl said between breaths, green eyes searching the sky searching the sky for nothing in particular.
Waverley narrowed her eyes. “Who are you? And why are you here?” She asked, fingers still locked on the pommel of her knife.
“You,” the girl said, cut off by a gasp of pain, “are the Chimera of Edethlin.” Then the girl made a careless yet delicate gesture pointing towards her own chest with a finger. Her sleeve slipped down her arm, revealing a band of silver on forearm. Nordic silver, almost white, and very rare. It was plain and smooth except for an indented carving, about two inches long, of a Snow Leopard with front claws longer than its face.
The symbol of the Iarnă Empire.
“I, am- “
“The Blade of the North.” Waverley finished for her. The Blade of the North, Nara of No Name, Bastard of the Iarnă Queen Teheqa and unknown Lord of the Forbidden Lands and one of the Nordics leading warfront commanders since after the ObsidianWar.
A wicked smile suddenly displayed itself on Nara’s pretty face. “Good, you discern the opponent.” The girl tilted her head a little.

Final product: I sort of did a reflection for my last blog post and nothing much has changed so I will jump straight to final product. I will be writing (and taking from what I have already wrote) scenes of some of my characters to make sort of a small “sneekpeeqk” of the final book. I will also be using my background development to write a sort of historical account of what had happened in the past that shaped the world it is now. I am thinking of sharing it with the younger ISB community (MS) in a way (I still don’t know what).

in addition

I will be contacting Mr.Filan (I don’t know how to spell his name sorry) next week because I want to use feedback slowly or it is kind of overwhelming. For the end of the year project, I want to do a series of novellas, very short extras that will give readers a sense of the characters. I’m thinking of using the schools digital library platform in some way to publish it if allowed. I definitely would NOT SAY that the writing I’ve been doing previously was a waste. It helped me start the characters and the world and relationships between characters, also giving me a hint of their personality. I would also say that the work I’ve done throughout the year really helped me understand the progress and difficulties in writing a book. I’m really glad I started out the way I did.

blog post week of 20th April

This week, I focused on Simons advice where he said to imagine the world a bit more and try writing novellas of my characters to help developed them. So I worked on this small extract which will be further on in the book. the first time that Waverley (who was previously Ravan in my earlier draft) meets Nara. Writing this extract really has helped me find Waverley more. It got me thinking more of who Waverley is, her background, childhood and how I can change and build on to the character i had originally had in mind. Originally, she is a Demon who is in the inner circle of Demons that belong to hell and has a brother who she believes is dead because he betrayed their realm. Half way through, I really wanted to incorporate into my book the idea of a heist. So through writing this extract, Waverley’s background changed a bit, hence, so did the world I was creating my story in.

So a millennia ago, living creatures in another realm found a rift in the wards between worlds and filed into the human world. Obviously, this caused chaos in the human realm. “God”, who in this world is more of a spiritual instead of a physical, created the Elites (I won’t actually be calling them that) to protect the realm. They succeeded and managed to close the rift between worlds, in addition, managing to ban all supernatural powers. However, unfortunately, they left a small group of demons within human borders. Ever since, humans and these demons (growing in number) have been at war. Demons who have created cities and kingdoms on there own had lost their supernatural abilities so they had to fight just like humans. Truces were forged many times in history but they were feeble attempts. Waverley is a hybrid of demon and human, or so they thought (she is actually part demon and part Elite). Because the demons cannot hold well in their bodies that have been stripped of power, in the late centuries, humans have begun to overpower them and taking the hybrids as slaves. Waverley is a slave of the Wu (will be changing this name as well) kingdom. Her mother is a powerful demon on the other side of the ward (after the war) and her father is one of the Elites who died trying to save his people. She was born with a natural talent of stealth and soon, managing to break away from her “owners”, became a wanted criminal, the Chimera of the East. When she was 40 years old (human years, she actually looks like she’s 17 or 18), the leader of the Demons in the human realm welcomed her with open hands to Edethlin, the demon capital. She is the only hybrid that has set foot in the city alive. She soon becomes a high ranked spy for the demons. Throughout the process of this extract, it really helped me make Waverley more dimensional, therefore, I believe in the future, helping me better understand her and her emotions and reactions towards scenarios.

Here is the unedited extract of Waverley first meeting Nara and an unfinished piece of art that helped me with my imagination with my novel.

Waverley and the other girl rolled together down the hill, a handful of the other girls hair between Waverley’s fingers while she could feel the blood oozing out of her left arm where the other girl seemed to be doing a great job keeping her teeth between her flesh. She tried to reach her last remaining knife which was ebbed inside her boot but with no luck as the world spun around her. Acutely, Waverley was aware of the big rock at the bottom of the hill approaching them fast. She tried to yank their momentum in another direction but the other girl seemed to be aiming straight for the rock, dragging Waverley along with her. Pissed, Waverley tried to scratch at the other girls face, her fingers found their mark as she felt her nails slice through flesh but at the same time, the other girls fist managed to swing into the bottom of Waverley’s chin. Only two feet away from the rock did Waverley realize what the other girl was trying to do. Too late. The other girl had calculated her momentum too well, banging Waverley hard onto the rock’s surface. Waverley felt sharp pain bloom all over her back and managed just in time to keep the back of her head from the same fate. The other girl was on top of her now and threw a punch her way so fast that Waverley barely managed to block it with her arm. Her back hurt so bad it made her eyes water, allowing her to only see a blur of the other girls greenish eyes and coming blows. This girl knew where to hit. Waverley thought as the girls knuckles collided with her cheekbone on a blow Waverley was too in pain to catch. There was so much pain, she could barely feel the top half of her body. The fact that she was letting herself yield to pain angered her so much that she gathered up the energy inside of her and banged her forehead onto the other girls nose. The other girl yelped in pain, letting go of her just a little bit. That was all Waverley needed. Waverley shoved the girl off of her, flipping her over and pinning a hand around her neck, her other hand whipping out the knife in her boot and before the other girl could move, Waverley plunged the knife through her Nordic firs and into her stomach. It went quit for a few seconds as Waverley tried to catch her breath and the other girl was silent in pain. To Waverley’s surprise, a few second later. the girl started laughing, one of those wild crazy laughs with almost a hind of lunacy. Waverley snarled then twisted the knife a little bit deeper into the wound. The girl stopped laughing and gasped in pain.
“So you are as good as they say you are, huh.” The girl said between breaths.
Waverley narrowed her eyes. “Who are you? And why are you here?” She asked, fingers still locked on the pommel of her knife.
“You,” the girl said, cut off by a gasp of pain, “are the Chimera of Edethlin.” Then the girl made a delicate and careless gesture pointing towards her own chest with her left hand. “I, am the Blade of the North,”
Waverley tried to keep her eyes from widening. The Blade of the North, Nara. Daughter of Queen Teheqa and Lord of the Other Lands and one of Nordics best soldiers. But the girl wasn’t finished. “and no one beats the Blade.” Her hands suddenly closed over Waverley’s fingers that were closed over her knife and yanked the knife out of her stomach. Caught off guard, Waverley tightened her grip on the girls neck and avoided the tip of the overturned blade by a hair. The other girl kicked up a leg, swing for Waverley’s head but Waverley was ready this time. She grabbed the leg and flung it backwards, sending the girl to do two back somersaults. Waverley was already moving, she lunged for the other girl before the other girl could gain a footing and raked a hand down her chest. To her surprise, the five bloody marks left by her fingernails closed up immediately, leaving only five faint white scars. The surprise costed Waverley half a second and that was all the other girl need to pin Waverley on the ground and bang her elbow into Waverley’s stomach, stab a wooden stick on the ground beside them into Waverley’s shoulder and pin her knees onto Waverley’s thighs. Waverley tried hit and punched back but the blows didn’t seem to be hitting their mark. Banging onto that rock had really made her dizzy. Her vision began to swirl a bit, a see of the girls eyes and caramel skin and at the edge of her vision, sunlight. Suddenly, the other girls weight was off of her. Surprised, Waverley sat up abruptly, sending her into a few seconds of hazy dizziness. When her head cleared, she say the girl wrestling with, to her surprise, Decimus. From a third person view now, Waverley could really see how good this girl really was. But Decimus was an Elite, and he was so much better. Within a few blows, he had the girl pinned to the ground, back towards the sky. Cuffs appeared out of nowhere, attached to the ground, and locked itself around Nara’s wrists. Decimus didn’t seem to break a sweat, taking one look at Nara then heading over to where Waverley sat, still a little dizzy. His black hair was blown backwards in the wind and the sun shone directly on his face, changing his eyes into their second color of a gold and amber. Beautiful ,Waverley thought. He knelt down in front of her when he reached her, his eyes full of concern and some amusement.
“How are you?” He asked, his mouth twitching upwards at the left side.
Waverley glared at him. Glad that he was concerned but: “Why do you look so amused?” She retorted defensively.
Without warning, Decimus scooped his hands under her, one under her knees and the other her back and lifted her up in a princess hug then set her in standing on the ground gently. “Because, he said, “Your our Chimera. You’ve never been beaten.”
Waverley tilted her head upwards and looked into his eyes. “You could beat me easily.”
Decides smirked. “But we don’t want you dead do we?” B

Spring break blog post

These are my screenshots with simon over spring break over the planning of the book. The previous writing, I want to discard but it was definitely useful in helping me find and get a sense of my characters. Next week I will take some of his advice and go through the links he sent me to develop some individual scenes.

I’ve also asked him to introduce me to some friends of his that have experience in book writing.

This week was a “looking for inspirations week”. I watched some youtube videos on interviews of authors I like about how their story came together. Next week will be mostly about trying to apply those fundamentals.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AQUttMxMjqo&t=2157s
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9BI0bGqIxcQ&t=310s

last week post

Last week, I was working on a scene of action. I found it extremely difficult. I found myself repeatedly using the same structure of sentence and it was hard to get across what I was trying to say without losing my train of thought. This is something I will continue on working this week. Also, I’ve been watching some writer blogs of writers I like and am planning on taking some of their story structure ideas and applying it to my own work. This is the main goal of this week.

It’s been a very very crazy week with five summative assessments coming up next week. Unfortunately, I’ve been using all of my passion project time to review for these assessments and got nothing done. I’ll definitely make up for it before Friday next week!

Despite that it had been a very busy week with CFS going on, I was rather surprised how much I managed to get done. What I worked on this week was primarily flashbacks. The challenge of this was that I always had to remind my self that I was writing in Past continuous tense. I kept on forgetting as I was too into what I was going to write therefore I always ended up having to go back and rephrase a lot of things. Next week I am hoping to finish this flashback and continue on with the chapter.

When her mother’s knights had come to the Island to take her away at age seven, Nara couldn’t decide if it was a blessing or her doom. Life on the Island wasn’t considered a sugar cake, but her mother had made it clear that her life at X wasn’t exactly going to be heaven. Her mother hadn’t been trying to be dramatic. The month long carriage ride had her caged inside a stuffy white carriage that hadn’t been bothered to be stuffed with cushions but was instead laid with hard straw that had poked into Nara’s skin as she tried to sleep as the wheels rolled across the bumpy dirt roads. Young and naive, she had innocently expected a big, fancy room with a crystal chandelier hanging from the high ceiling and a bed fluffed up with silky bedding and fluffy cotton. Instead, after the cities spirals had greeted her and after passing through the magnificent silver palace gates, a knight had walked her across the central courtyard, past the frozen fountain of Eden and into the palace with a spear aimed between her shoulder blades. She had expected to be taken to the throne room to see her mother for the first time after her birth. However, the knight had walked her down countless steps of winding staircases until Nara had found herself in the laundry room, underground with only a single window inside. The knight had directed her towards a door, bars over it’s worn face, at the edge of the room. The door led to a little chamber with a single bed and coat hanger, it’s green wallpaper disintegrating, revealing hard stone under it.
“Dinner will be brought to you.” The knight stated flatly as he lightly shoved her into the room and closed the door behind her. Nara had whipped around instantly and banged a tiny fist on closed door. She had peeped through the bars at the knights silver helmet, the representing symbol of the Ice Lands engraved on the forehead as she heard the lock click. The knight turned around to go. “Wait!” Nara had called after him. The knight had stopped, back still to her, angling his head to show that he was listening. She hadn’t known what she wanted to say after that. Nara just remembered her heart thumbing like a hammer inside her chest in fear and panic, the heart of a weak child. She had opened her mouth, debating wether she should ask about the cell or her mother. Instead what came out was: “What’s your name?” She could have sworn the knight was smiling under his helmet.
“Andar” He said. Then Nara watched his back walk away.
The lock had clicked on the door at around seven in the afternoon. The sun was in its process of setting, painting the sky an orange pink and casting the room in a reddish glow. A plump lady wrapped in white cloth from head to toe so that only her wrinkled face walked in, a tray of dinner in her hands. She walked in and set the tray on her bed. To Nara’s surprise, the woman had dipped her head to her in respect before backing out of the room. The woman turned left once she was out of the room when her eyes suddenly stretched wide and she hastily fell into a curtsy.
“My…my queen.” The woman had stuttered. Nara remembered feeling her blood turn ice cold.
The Queen.
Nara had saw the edge of a silky blue dress first, then a slender arm hidden in blue trumpet sleeves and then pale hands and finally her face as she walked into Nara’s view. The Queen had stepped into the room, completely ignoring the maid still in her curtsy by the door. Grey eyes met green and gold. Slowly, Nara had watched her mother walk closer, towering over her until the little girl had to raise her head to examine her mothers face. To her surprise, the Queen had given a little laugh.
“You must be wondering why your here child.” The Queen said in a voice that held both thoughtfulness and authority.
Nara dipped her head a little, unintentionally, as a nod.
The Queen had tilted her head a little and lifted a delicate white hand and grazed Nara’s cheek. The hand was ice cold.
“One day you will know, but today isn’t the day.” She had turned her back to Nara and walked out of the room. The maid had shut the door behind her and for the second time that day, Nara had heard a lock click into place.
She hadn’t seen much sunlight since that day. Her hours were spent sleeping or standing beside the wall under the tiny window, trying to peep into the world outside. Ander took her to the bathrooms three times a day. During those little trips, Nara would try to suck in every detail of the halls around her. She would take sneak peaks through the large floor to ceiling windows into the frost coated courtyards and gardens. Though every time she tried, Anders spear would poke her in between her shoulder blades. Once, on her first birthday in X, she had attempted to run. When Andar came to her “cell”, it was what she began to call it after a few weeks, she had walked with her head focused on the path ahead obediently without letting Andar’s spear head graze her. By that time, she had already memorized all the details of the passageways led to where and had a pretty good guess of where the side passages led to according from motion of the slight breezes and the gear of the people walking around. Nara had not planned the escape and only though of it the moment she reached an intersection that she believed one of the corridors led straight to the front gate. On blind thought, Nara had kicked up her right leg, let it guide her into a spin and catching Ander by surprise, knocked the spear out of his hands and ran. She ran for that corridor, barely aware of the shouts coming from all over her, she focused on a little doorway that led to something that smelled like fresh afternoon air. Another guard had intersected her at the doorway, sword in hand but Nara had known he would not dare swipe. She had never physically fought before, but the movements somehow came naturally. She remembered her mothers black hair flowing in the wind as she stormed into sight