Sorry about the post being so late, guys. I’ve been distracted … by How to Train Your Dragon.
What? I need to spend more time with my brothers, so … okay, you’ve got me; I like HTTYD. Then I’ve been in this kinda mood these last couple days:
And my family is like this:
And I reply:
Seriously, though, we’re gonna have an awesome spotlight this month. So read on, and you’ll … I don’t know. Enjoy this post. And just remember …
Today we’re gonna talk about goals. (And various other things later on, but that’s besides the point …)
Goals are fun. They’re a moment of insanity when you, at your most optimistic, decided you could actually do something.
Just kidding. Goals are good. They help you keep track of what you need to do and when you want to do it.
For some insane reason, I thought it’d be fun to talk about my (writing) goals up until 2020, at which point I will presumably be in my freshman/sophomore year at college (assuming I go to college … which I seriously doubt … what’s the point?) or (more likely) waitressing and writing and wondering why such a bright girl could end up such a failure … 😉
Disclaimer: these are my wildest dreams we’re shining the spotlight on today. Please do not take them literally. They are subject to change … though I’d really like to accomplish all this, and I actually hope to accomplish even more in some cases.
This won’t make sense to you, but my goal is to get out of the 1800s (well, more like the generation I’ve been writing about …) by 2020 and into the good old 1900s (and my amazing Ruby). Of course, many stories I’ll have finished writing by 2020 won’t be published for years afterwards (I plan to write a lot more than publish, as you can see). However, I want to be writing nothing but Ruby as I get into the ’20s.
Write: Beyond Her Calling (hopefully for NaNoWriMo), Flowers (already completed), Caught in a Spell (a summer project), Interpreting Callie James (another summer project), and Once a Stratton (at least starting it).
Edit: At Her Fingertips, Flowers, Ivy Introspective, and The Dressmaker’s Secret.
Publish: Flowers (on my blog and maybe in ebook format, though not in a big, flashy way), Ivy Introspective, and The Dressmaker’s Secret (at the same time as IvIn).
Write: Once a Stratton (finishing it), Interpreting Callie James (finishing it), Potato Picker, Riley’s Gift, and Alice Unanswered (hopefully for NaNoWriMo)
Edit: At Her Fingertips and Interpreting Callie James
Publish: At Her Fingertips and Interpreting Callie James (this may not happen)
Write: Of One Heart, The Lifeblood of Essie Farjon, and Cincinnati (alt. title: Only One Sky)
Edit: Beyond Her Calling, Once a Stratton, and Alice Unanswered
Publish: Beyond Her Calling (maybe)
Write: Only a Mother, Half a Man, Sail Away, and Battleground
Edit: Cincinnati and Of One Heart
Publish: Once a Stratton (I’m really hoping I can do this earlier, maybe instead of BHC in 2019)
As you can see, I’ve got a lot planned. I totally think I can accomplish it all. My mom thinks I’ve overscheduled myself … but she also thinks that I should eat better and sleep more. Can we really trust her? I mean, she’s trying to keep my healthy … that’s rather devious, don’t you think?
Now, let’s move the spotlight over to a story I’ve been working on here and there from before the time of Ruby (and … I’m not bothering to explain that now).
I think I started the first draft (titled The Misty Lake, and I wrote a surprising amount of it, too) when I was nine or ten … so a long time ago. Kinda. I mean, 5-6 years …
Think about it. I’ll be twenty-one in six years, guys. I totally expect to be married and on my second kid by that time. I think my first is gonna be a girl, probably named Ruby, and the next will be a boy … I keep going back and forth between Riley and Seamus. Your thoughts?
Hahaha, who said that? Totally wasn’t me … it’s not like my only plans for my life are to get married or anything … I have big plans! I’m gonna be president. Because by that time all the guys will be so wimpy that it’ll really be time for a female president … just kidding.
Back on subject.
This story is now called Caught in a Spell (see the cool cover way up there ^^). I’ve talked about it some here.
Basically, it’s a fantasy story about two banished princesses (ignore the cliché) and a random commoner who falls in love with one of said princesses (again, ignore the cliché) and a handsome prince who thinks well of himself and is therefore a jerk (I know, I know …) and an ancient prophecy (yeah, this isn’t even funny anymore) and a battle between good and evil (uh …) and a love triangle (okay, this is a joke … because … I can’t really explain, but there’s no love triangle) … basically, ever cliché in the book is in this book.
I thought I’d share the first part of this book. It’s sort of a prologue, only I’m calling it “chapter one” because it contains important information and apparently people don’t actually read prologues … which I find to be really weird. Even if you don’t like prologues, you can’t just skip over the story, guys!
The Prophecy and the Gift
A thousand years ago, the Lord spoke and all that is and was and ever will be began to exist. He created a world perfect, free of blemish. He made for Himself helpers, the Fey, to guide the rivers in their courses, to stretch the roots of the mighty oaks deep into the ground, to push the mountains up into the sky, and to watch over His creatures.
Then the Lord made man in His own image. But He gave man a brain, an unfortunate addition, for the man used his brain for evil, choosing the Lord’s sworn enemy over his Creator, and the world was filled with the Darkness.
Despite their choice, the Lord loved the children of man, and He made a promise to them – that someday, somewhere in the distant future, a Child would be born to save them from their sins and another choice would be offered. And this time the children of man might not be so stupid.
But that time had not come yet, and the wars between Light and Darkness were raged among the children of man. Some of the men chose to be controlled by the Darkness, but others chose the Light of the Lord.
Among the children of men, a very few were given a gift. Sometimes they used this gift wisely; other times they did not.
So the strange thing called ‘magic’ entered the world, a neutral power, oft-distrusted as it was oft-misused.
This is a story about an ancient prophecy made by one wisewoman in a northern kingdom called Killeen, a prophecy about a great sorceress who would take control of the kingdom and the four adventurers who would conquer her with ‘the greatest gift at all.’ It was a vague prophecy, and in a hundred years it became a bedtime story.
But the prophecy remained, and some believed in it.
I know, I know … it really stinks. But I’m not really a fantasy author, and I probably won’t publish it, so it doesn’t have to be perfect.
Now, onto the contest!
What You Must Do To Win
- Take one of the following titles: Cincinnati, The Lifeblood of Essie Farjon, and Potato Picker
- Guess what era the story is in.
- Guess what the story’s about.
The person who I perceive to be closest will win first place and so on. There are three places: first, second, and third.
1st Prize: my short story/mini novella Flowers in its entirety (although it is pretty awful … and first drafty … and all over the place …)
2nd Prize: a peek at the front and pack covers of TDS and IvIn (which you mustn’t share with anyone, of course)
3rd Place: You choose! (In other words, I couldn’t think of a third place, so we’ll talk about it and figure out what could be the third place)
I admit that 3rd place is probably better than the other two … but whatever. This is gonna be fun, anyway!
Ready for this challenge? If so, what title did you choose and what are your guesses? What do you think of my writing/editing/publishing schedule for the next several years? Do you think I’d make a good president? Riley or Seamus? If Alice (from The Chronicles of Alice and Ivy) were to grow up and have a son, what would his name be? (What? No reason for asking …)