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

This was what I worked on last week. Sorry I couldn’t post this earlier because my internet wasn’t working.
Last week I continued writing. However, I got stuck on balancing the continuity of events and the informing of background information and memory of the characters. I didn’t want the stray to just be a streamline of events and emotions but I also didn’t wan’t to have too much background information that leaves the storyline but yet at the same time have enough so that the readers get well rounded characters. I feel like this is something that I will be continuing to work on through the rest of the semester.

Someone long ago had painted the ceiling of her room with streaks of sea blue pigment. A city. She raised her right arm above her head and traced the roofs, the horses and the people. The city wasn’t X, the roofs were too sharp and spiral, the people rode on horses and not Snow Bears and Tigers. The clothing were thin and seemed to flow like smoke, unlike the skins and furs people of the North wore. This place was somewhere farther south, maybe somewhere around the Sun lands. Perhaps whoever had lived in this room before Nara had also been not wanted in the place she grew up. A daughter or son of the Sun, casted into the North. The pigment frayed in some places, giving the painting an ashy texture. Redbuds lined the bustling blue streets, cobblestone, Nara guessed, from the wobbly square designs. She hadn’t seen Redbuds since her years on the Island. They grew near the silver factories that forged Fae weapons, between the city and the coast. She remembered them, a forest of them. The other fae children would chase her around and beat her until her arms were purple with bruises. They would chase her all the way from the clearing where they trained in fencing and she would run. Between the dark leaves and over the thick brown roots her bare feet would ponder the dirt and marshes, scuttling little animals that hid beneath big leafy flaps. Nara had always been small and slight, easily hidden and light on her feet. She would find nooks and crannies to hide among or climb a tree like a squirrel. They would come, a gang of them, with wooden swords and spears in hand. She would leap from branch to branch, tree to tree, they would run after her on the ground. Ermengard even attempted to shoot he down with and arrow once. That did not sit well with Nara’s father, Ermengard had gotten a good whipping for that while Nara had watched in triumph. It wasn’t that she liked watching Ermengard in pain, well she did, at some degree, but it was nice that the others were reminded from time to time that despite who she was, the Lord of the Fae was still her father.
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 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 me 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 mostly peeled off.
“Your room

blog post week 3

This week, I started working on the new character perspective of the next chapter. I was surprisingly very productive and got more written than what I had actually intended. I guess a semester of practice helped develop my writing skills. However, I still need to work on planning the plot. Right now, I have a general direction but need to jot the details down. This is also what I will be working on next week.Below is the writing I managed to do during the week:

Nara hated mornings. Especially mornings like this. The thick, grey fog blanketing x twirled in the oppressive wind and swiped at the exposed skin of her face, beckoning snot to run out of her ice coated nose. Letting her furs fall more loosely around her, Nara stepped through the palace gates, gave a little sniff and tried to ignore the sharp edges of her armor poking into her ribs. Mornings like this, she would prefer to be in a hot tub sucking on luxurious honey cones delivered from the far south and sipping Blood Wine fresh out of the cooler, frosty droplets still running down it’s crystal glass. But those days were over, the clamor of forging metal and the shouts of training soldiers down in the fields proved that, every minute of every passing day.
Making sure her deer skinned boots echoed loudly on the white marble halls to announce her arrival, Nara elbowed open the ajar door leading to the consul room. The familiar high pillared dome adorned with thousands of Moonflower greeted Nara as she kicked the door close behind herself and made her way to the Table were Queen Teheqa and her Seven sat, inclining their heads over a map that had been attacked by so many pushpins it looked like it would disintegrate any minute. Nara stopped between the chairs of Ander and Hugin, the Queens fourth and fifth, aware and nonchalant of the balls of their eyes rolling to the sides of the their faces to try to look at her without turing their faces. Nara kept her head up and stared the Queen, sitting on the opposite end of the Table, straight in the eye, not bothering to bow. She’d lived in this palace for nine years already but it still shocked her slightly every time she laid eyes on the Queen. The same high cheekbones, the same straight nose, the same curved shape of the eyebrows and the same slightly up tilted eyes. Those pupils that stared back at her were as grey as weathered ashes but Nara knew they had once, before coldness had driven it out, been rich with green and gold like Nara’s own. Every part of their faces, their expressions, and even though Nara would never admit it, their personalities and ambitions, marked the similarities between mother and daughter.
“How disrespectful,”the Queen said thoughtfully, a hand swirling a glass of ice wine, “but yet what else should I expect from…… such a thing?” The Table snickered and Nara tried with all her will not to displace their skins. She was used to this, after all, she had had her whole life to get used to this. She held her head higher, not bothering to cover her overly pointed ears with her hair. She would not be shameful of who she was, what she was. Nara kicked a leg forward and began pacing slowly around the table. “This morning,” she said, “the dawn patrol found another set of bodies near Grinchester, three women two men, all rotten from the inside. That would be the third set of dead we’ve found this month, all from the rural, but moving their way slowly into the cities, each set of bodies closer and closer to x.” Queen Teheqa looked almost bored as Nara reached her and put a hand on the smooth gem decorating her chair and smirked. She knew that under the mask, her mother was intrigued. “What in the name of the North star are you planning to do, my Queen?” She could see the wheels turning furiously in the Queen’s head and turned her smirk into a smile. Nara turned towards the floor to ceiling window overlooking the white and silver city behind the Queens chair. “The Nephalem are falling,” she announced to room, “the three of the Gaurdians have successfully been stolen and it won’t be long until the plague of Oathbreaker reaches x and natural disasters start shaking the Earth. Our wards won’t remain locked without those Guardians and once they’re down, it won’t take much effort for Heaven and Hell to claim what they have lost 5 millennia ago. And here we are preparing war with the Wu and y, fighting over land and diamonds. Do you not find this just a little bit ridiculous my Queen?”
There was a pause, then Queen Teheqa threw back her dark head and laughed. “I know what you’re asking, what you want.” She said, spinning her chair around to face Nara and jabbing a finger at her. “You want us to take matters into our own hands and you want me to send you out to look for those Guardians.” Nara tilted her head sideways, not sure if she should be glad of sad that the Queen could read her like an open book. The queen rolled a pretty ankle that was poking out of the hem of the blue wool of her dress. “Absolutely not. I don’t know what you want with those Guardians but I sure know that helping this kingdom and it’s people is the last thing on that mind of yours.” Nara rolled her tongue over her teeth. “And if I’m concerned for my own safety? They were not a part of the Oath so they would not be touched by the plague. But me?” Everyone in the room flinched. Nara triumphed in their reaction. The Queen pursed her lips, calculating. “You want me to send you out there, don’t you? To the the island?” Nara kept her face blank, though she felt her heart smile. The Queen was good at fitting herself into the right piece of her puzzle. “I might as well make myself useful, rather than sitting behind walls and helping you supervise patrols.” She dared. “After all, you know who my mother is.” Nara saw the Queen clench and unclench her fingers at that. “I’m a slave my Queen, I can’t go anywhere or do anything that defy the rules you set me. Just let me go.” Her mother narrowed her eyes at her. “The next troop heading for the Wu border leaves at dawn tomorrow. You would go with them.” Nara swiped her cape around herself and bowed a sardonic bow. The Queen turned back to her table and her Seven. “Now get the hell out of this chamber.”
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Nara rubbed the cream colored towel through her wet hair, watching thoughtfully as the water droplets splattered upon her snowy bed sheets, leaving grey smooches in their place. She had finally gotten the bath she had craved for that morning. She had asked the servants to bring in some ice wine and now the shiny little bottle was sitting between ice cubes sprinkled in a golden platter by the window, the noon sunlight reflecting off the surface and refracting crystal- like light around her room. Burying her nose in her shoulder, Nara breathed in the clean scent of freshly washed skin. She hated that the north never had rose petals of lilac to scent their bathes, plain water just made her feel clean, that was all. She hated a lot of things, she realized. Nara grabbed the wine and flopped down on her bed. Well, she tried to flop down. It was hard to when your bed is basically just a wooden board lined with sheep skin and furs. Running her hands over the only silk quilt she owned, Nara started chugging the wine, savoring the sweet fire that seeped down her throat. She finished the bottle in one go and let herself fall back into the furs.
Someone long ago had painted the ceiling of her room with streaks of blue pigment. A city. She raised her right arm above her head and traced the roofs, the horses and the people. The city wasn’t X, the roofs were too sharp and spiral, the people rode the clothing o

Week 1

I was debating whether I should pursue the novel last semester or if I should plan a new one and decided that I’m going to keep on writing the one I started last semester. Right now, I already have my general plan on where my storyline will go. However, by the end of next week I’m hoping to have the first part of the detail plans planned out. I do not want to make my goal on how much I should write this semester because that didn’t work out last semester though I am planning on maintaining the productivity I had last year because though I only got three chapters done, I managed to work on my project effectively almost every class. However, this semester, I want to add something deeper in the book like racism and feminism. My main inspirations for racism was from American Born Chinese and Celeste Ng’s Everything I Never told You. I feel this would add more purpose in my writing and my characters, making them and the storyline more real and 3D.