Showing posts with label Ramblings. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Ramblings. Show all posts

7/20/15

Passion, Life, Loud Music

What drives you?  What pursues you?  What thoughts invade your sleep, your dreams, make you wake up in the morning, make you sleepless at night?  What is the reason you cry, you laugh, you love, you breathe.

What is the reason you live?

Today in dance, we were talking about music and how it hits you, and the beat hits you, and you can feel it in your veins.  Music, for me, is more than just pleasant listening material.  I want to feel it.  I want to become the song.  I want to soak my body in its rhythm.


When I'm upset or angry or frustrated or so full of passion I think I'm going to scream if I don't let it out, I turn up my radio in the car and blare it so that I can barely focus on driving.  All I feel is that moment, that anger, that pain.  And at that moment, honestly, I'm not sure that I would care if a semi hit me head-on.

1/20/15

Bulletin Stories: War is Hell

Like I mentioned in my previous post, I have various pictures tacked up on my bulletin board and I have written something about each one.

-R.D.




"I want to kiss him.  I want to kiss his mouth and make him forget––forget everything he has seen; every horror he has witnessed; every injury he has sustained.  Every person he has killed.  For a couple seconds, I want to kiss him, hard, and then I want to lose myself in those eyes."





6/18/13

What I'm Doing this Summer!

So.  It's official.  I'm the world's worst blogger.  I haven't posted anything since March!

Sorry about that.  [Oh, yeah, you say...  An apology will make everything better.]  Ha-ha.  Who am I kidding?  I don't have that big of an audience.

So, updates––AKA, what I am doing this summer: Six weeks during the months of June/July/August, I will be staying up in Wyoming [for those of you who don't know, I'm a Texan] and working on a dude ranch up there as a wrangler.

Go on.  Be jealous.


I am really excited!  The ranch itself sits almost in the shadow of the Grand Teton, so the scenery is gorgeous and absolutely breathtaking!  I will have lots of pictures to post here.

[That's a picture of the mountains surrounding the ranch.]



Things I Have Done Since Last Post:

1.  Finished the first part of The Lightcatcher [ecstatic about that!]

2.  Graduated highschool [I like to think I'm ecstatic about that as well, but then I realize that maybe I don't want to be an adult and go back to drawing unicorns in my coloring book and drinking chocolate milk through a straw.]

3.  Finished with all 4-H activities [i.e., State Contests, Fair Week, and NO record book!]

4.  Um....I have an uninteresting life.

So yeah, that's about it.  Oh, and I'm kind of freaking out about packing/what to pack for WY.  If any of y'all have gone on trips and forgot something that you desperately needed, or found something that was useful, LET ME KNOW!  Any advice is much appreciated.  

[Considering that I know almost every person who follows this blog...that question might be counterproductive.  Oh well.]

So long, people!

-Newsie

3/21/13

Character Graveyard: The Guys


So right now I'll be highlighting some supporting/side characters that I would love to develop more.

(I won't mention Warren in the Pyrate Games [co-novel with the bestie] who I killed in the prologue, because even though I would love to give him a story, he's...well...dead.  And you can't really write about dead characters.  Can you?  Maybe?  *Will have to check on that later.)

Oh, I just mentioned him?  Shame on me.

Ren Sharkey: Nineteen-year-old smuggler (not to be confused with a pirate in any sense), Maverick, lives in Salter port.

I would love to expound on Ren so much--give him a backstory, a family, a past, and a reason for his part in the rebellion.  But the book focuses mainly on Scottie and Slate Fletcher, so I probably won't get a chance to flesh him out as he should be.  He is, however, an interesting and mysterious character.

Sid Brooks: Nineteen, soldier, solo balloonist, loner, witty and quick with sarcasm.  Deserter.

I'll be introducing Sid in The Lightcatcher, but I don't think I'll talk about him enough.  The main focus is on Lark and Fin, so Sid will not get the attention he deserves.  I will try, though.

Jakey Riddle: Thirteen years old, pickpocket, thief, lock artist living in the backstreets of Malstan.

So, Jakey.  I think he'll probably be one of my favorite characters to write, since he's just a little spitfire. I introduce him in The Starkeeper's Gate, when Will Russell is thrown into the future and wanders into Cheapstreet and sees a crowd gathered around the local stocks.

But I won't say too much about him here, seeing as his story really gets started in the second book of the Halfblood Riders Trilogy.  ...Which I haven't even started writing yet.

Sep Woods: Fifteen, already a good pilot, works with the Sky Force.

Well, the main reason I haven't thought more about Sep is because he really doesn't have a story yet.  I hope that will change once I finish Flyboy.  But, alas, I don't know if he'll get the thought he really needs, because I'll be mainly writing about Kit and Jacey.

So there...  A peek inside my mind, or more specifically, my Character Graveyard.  On second thought, I think this is really just a post in which I complain about not being able to make my supporting characters the main characters.  But then, I would miss my main characters.  '

So I can't really do anything about it.

Oh, and can anyone tell me why this post has all guys?  Where are all my girls like Skeeta NelarkyMeg LeistonTerry HendersEmmy Lou Brenns, and Natley Brooks?

Perhaps they'll just have to get a post all of their own.

-Newsie

2/8/13

A Writer

A writer is someone who writes, and suffers, and writes some more.

A writer is a person who reads endlessly.

A writer is somebody who stays up late at night, slowly going blind from the glow of their computer.

A writer is a being who understands their own fictional characters better than they do normal people.

A writer is someone who is very esoteric.

A writer means having your stomach growl at midnight because you're still awake writing a scene that has to be finished.

A writer sometimes means being more social with people on the internet than in real life.

To be a writer is to be a dreamer, a reader, and a romantic.

To be a writer means getting injured and thinking, "Now I can write about it realistically."

A writer is a person who draws on inspiration from rainy days, sunny skies, and beautiful landscapes.

Being a writer means listening to copious amounts of music.

Being a writer means downing obscene amounts of caffeine and tea.

Being a writer is explaining to other people that writing actually can be a means of supporting yourself.

To be a writer is to find the small joys in life and capture them in black words upon white paper.

A writer means planning out endless scenes and little pieces of dialogue in your head.


Above all, a writer is someone who writes tirelessly, over and over––discouraged that their writing is horrible sometimes, but pressing on again, determined to make it better.

-Editor

2/4/13

Pinterest

Oh, yes, Pinterest.  Actually, I should probably refer to it as The Black Hole of Procrastination.  TBHP from now on.  It is very effective for getting out of schoolwork and inspiration for my novels.

Yes.  Inspiration.

Most of my boards a chock full of lovely story inspiration, beautiful pictures of foggy landscapes, misty crags, sunny fields...  Oh, the things you can find in TBHP.

So–you know me, putting the pro in procrastination–I made a board for The Lightcatcher.  It has been quite fun, and I am hoping to add more pins as time goes on.  Or as I accumulate more and more schoolwork.

THE BOARD OF AWESOMENESS...sort of

Anyway, thought y'all might be interested.  And if not, then...well, then that's fine too.

Cheers.

1/23/13

Dance

Today I'm really sore from dance last night (and also ashamed that I haven't posted anything in a long while) and I have decided I needed to post something.  I'm very terrible at that.  Sorry.  I'm proud to say that my splits have much improved since when I first started doing them several months ago.  I can nearly go all the way to the ground now.

Also, for tap recital, I get to go as one of The Village People.  How cool is that?  I mean, it's epic.


So today I'm deciding to spam you with some random dance pictures.


Converse


Step Dancing


Stretching




Young Gelsey Kirkland


Dirty Dancing <3


Pas De Deux


Ginger and Fred


Tap


Talent


Billy Elliot

So, there you are.  And I am off!  Will post an update on The Lightcatcher soon.  I promise.

-Newsie







12/26/12

I'm Ashamed

Yes, yes, I am.  I haven't posted in forever!  I am terribly sorry about that.  I could make excuses, yes--excuses like I was busy taking an imaginary tour of Europe in my head; or I couldn't take time away from writing my novel in Scotland to do trivial things like blog posts...

Okay, the writing part is true.  I have been writing.  Working on my novel The Lightcatcher (it's still not finished, NEWSFLASH) has been an adventure--a strange one and a different one, but a good one nonetheless.  I cannot truthfully say I have enjoyed every minute of it, especially when writing sometimes comes like pulling teeth.  But this novel is (as of now) my child, my baby.  I love the new experience of creating Finley Devens and Lark McCarthy, and the experiences that surround them.

So anyway...that's been going on.  Also, Christmas was yesterday!  So Merry Christmas to everyone!  (Because I didn't wish you one yesterday.)  What did everyone get/give?

Also.  College apps and scholarships can go bury themselves...somewhere deep, preferably dark and in the ground.  Where I will never have to deal with them again. Ever.

Oh, and you can read The Lightcatcher HERE.  Just because...you know, authors like their work to be read.

So that's been my life lately.  I'm pathetic, I know.

Cheers.

12/4/12

Publishing

Okay, guys.  I have decided to do it.  I'm going to publish an E-Book entitled "Stars in Your Fingers: a collection of reflections and stories."

What do y'all think?  I should hopefully be giving y'all a link later this week...  I mean, if I get it up, I can officially say I'm PUBLISHED, PEOPLE!  I could say that I am now an author.

I'm really not sure if people will buy it, but if you could spread the word...?  Because that's pretty much all I'm going on: word of mouth.

Anyway, I'm really, really excited.

'Till next time.

-Newsie.

12/1/12

I'm Reviewed!

Guys, guys, GUYS!  Somebody reviewed my novel-in-progress!  She's on Figment.com, and she has a blog in which she reviews various novels––some of which have included The Hunger Games,  The Angel Experiment, and Passion.

And she recently read my work on Figment and reviewed it.

Here's the link:  The Lightcatcher Review

11/26/12

I'm ALIVE!

Just letting y'all know that I'm alive.  I haven't been blogging lately, so I figured I'd explain why.

First of all, I'm not dead.  So that's a good thing.  I've come back!  (From the future, believe it or not.  But that's a different story for a different time...better to be told in different places.)

I've also decided that NaNoWriMo can go die down a hole.  There is no way I can finish 50K words by December.  I have about 21K.  I have decided that those other people who already have their count limit don't have school to do, or any social lives, or any more school, or other things to take care of like getting out of the house once in a while.  And I'm pretty convinced they don't stop to eat, either.

Secondly, I have just come back from a weekend with the family for Thanksgiving––so, go figure, not much writing done.  My calves have bruises and scrapes up and down the insides from not wearing any gaiters or chaps when riding.  I really needed some polo wraps that last day, but didn't get them.  Stupid me.

And I'm tired.  Very tired.  I didn't get very much sleep to say the least.

Ping Pong was especially competitive, and when you're not sure which side of the family you should root for, it can get nasty.  Jumps were built, horses ridden, turkey eaten...  My mother got out the Amish carriage and hooked her draft horse up to it and took everyone for a ride.  My cousin's colt spooked and ran all over the place because of that incident, and my other cousin's horse shied and started bucking a bit.

I helped finish painting the side of the barn with my cousin, Jake.  I have grey paint in my hair now because he was up on a ladder and I was down below.

Went out shooting.  More riding.  Ate some pie.  Rode again.

Discovered that when both the four-wheeler and the bike don't have any brakes, it's probably not the best idea in the world to let your little sister take your cousin for a joy ride: her riding the four-wheeler with him being dragged along behind on the bicycle, holding a rope––through all the cactus and rocks.

Played my guitar, sang until my voice was hoarse, and watched my grandma cajole her grandsons into dancing.  My guitar also has a hole in the side, but that's beside the point.  I don't really want to think about it.

So that's about it for November.  I'm surviving, y'all.

Cheers.

-Newsie

11/2/12

NaNoWriMo: Day 2

So...  It's day two of NaNoWriMo.  For my fellow writers participating in this event, how are y'all faring?  Are you alive?

I have a feeling I will be pretty sick of my novel before I finish it.  Writing over 1,600 words a day just to keep up with an average quota is exhausting.

But it is also satisfying.  I really don't know what I'm going to do when I get to the parts I haven't planned out yet.  I have written an outline [you really should be proud of me], but not a very thorough one I'm afraid.  So it should be interesting, to say the least.

To survive this ordeal, I have been listening to a steady diet of Braveheart.  I swear that music turns me into a writing machine!  It is just so beautiful and full of inspiration.  Enya has been very beneficial, as well.  I'm also planning on drinking lots of caffeine.

I probably won't be writing much tomorrow, seeing as I have the SAT test.  Not looking forward to that much, but hoping I'll do well.

In the meantime, NaNo-ers, good luck!  Keep the coffee cups full and your pens writing.

-Newsie

10/24/12

What I have been doing lately...

Well, it's been a while since I have last posted and I've decided to give y'all an update on what I have been doing.

#1:  I have been writing.  Yes, writing.  And I'm determined to finish my novel THIS NOVEMBER, people!  So if I don't, badger me, pester me, and remind me of all the promises I broke by not completing it.  The novel I'm working on is The Lightcatcher and you can read it on my figment page.

#2:  To tie into above, I have decided to do NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month) this November because, you know, I need to finish The Lightcatcher.  If you're doing it too, add me as a buddy on the NaNoWriMo website!  A link to my profile is in the sidebar.

#3:  School.  I'm applying for colleges and procrastinating and flailing around in my college biology class.  'Nuff said about that subject.

#4:  Did I mention I'm procrastinating?

#5:  Currently reading A Countess Below Stairs (thank you October Skye for hounding me to read it).

#6:  Sorting through ideas of self-publishing, but y'all already knew that.

#7:  Editing papers.

#8:  Procrastinating.

#9:  Thoroughly engrossed in Lydia Albano's novel Finding You, October Skye's novel Lady of the Lake, and Anande Sjoden's novel The Wreck of the Clarion.  I highly suggest reading them.

#10:  Oh, and I'm also procrastinating.

So there you are.  Now you know what I've been up to.

-Newsie

10/17/12

Self-Publishing

Recently I have been playing around with the idea of self-publishing an e-book (*cringe*).  I don't particularly like e-books, as some of you know, but they are taking over the web and a ton of Indie authors are self-publishing their books instead of going through the long and drawn-out process of sending queries, receiving rejections, contacting agents, negotiating royalty payments, etc., etc., etc...  I have done some research and I believe that self-publishing (as of right now) is probably the only way for me to get my work out there.  

I hope to do it through Barns and Noble's PubIt.com, though I'll look into Amazon.  It's still a germ of an idea in my head, and I don't have a novel finished to publish yet.  But I'm considering publishing a book that is an accumulation of short stories--tentatively titled: "Stars In Your Fingers: a collection of reflections by J.S. Falcon".  

Hey, I can dream big, right? Oh, and for those of you who don't know, I write under the pseudonym Jackie S. Falcon. 

If I do self-publish, all my publicity will be through word-of-mouth and through my Facebook page, blog, and other websites that I have accounts on.  In short, I will be doing all my promoting to get people to buy my work.  It feels like a daunting task, but getting a book in print seems even more so.  I really hope that one day I can have an autographed copy of my own hardback (I will probably sign all my copies because I'm just that vain) sitting there on the shelf.  But that day will probably a long way down the road...

Anyway, thought I'd update y'all.  And if you have any advice, please shout it out!  I appreciate anything I can learn about the publishing/self-publishing process.  

Oh, before I forget to tell y'all, I just got a Twitter account  (Yes, I'm slowly upgrading my internet social skills.  You should be proud.)  Follow me @JFalconWriter

Cheers.

-Newsie

9/6/12

Riverdance

I admire these people so much.  They are Irish stepdancers, and believe me, they are amazing.  If you want to see some real tapping, watch the videos.  You will be awed.  I grew up watching Riverdance on an old cassette tape we had, along with Stomp Out Loud [that goes out to you, Mattie], and I love them.  It takes lots of talent and choreography to perform this.

There are two kinds of Irish stepdance, hard shoe and soft shoe.  I prefer hard shoe, which is shown in these two videos.  These people have to be so fit and athletic.  I would die if I had to dance this hard for that long.  Seriously.

Just watch both of them.  [Note, the second clip of the second video is the same as the first video.]

-Newsie





8/24/12

Lost in Literature

This isn't really a book review.  It is more of...an "appreciation" for a great book [series, actually] that I feel gets looked over.  



Everybody knows of Mary Poppins right?  Julie Andrews singing "Just a teaspoon of sugar makes the medicine go down, medicine go doooown..." instantly comes to mind.  But what most people don't know is that is based off of a book, or two books, by P.L. Travers: Mary Poppins and Mary Poppins Comes Back.  

As a child, Mary Poppins was one of my favorite Disney movies.  I loved the scene where they all have tea on the ceiling and have to think of something sad to get down.  And my favorite part is when they go into the chalk picture and ride carousel horses and ride in a horse race.  

But I can remember picking up the book Mary Poppins from our shelf one day and, feeling some doubt, starting to read it.  It was during that time I was in the musical The Little Mermaid, and I would sit backstage on off-time during rehearsals and shows and devour Mary Poppins.  I quickly read the three sequels we had, and loved every one of them!  

What is quite sad is that everyone has heard of the movie, but no one has heard of the books!  I think I am the only person I know of who has read them [or at least four of them].  While reading, they enchanted me with their tales of a magical nanny who has no tolerance of nonsense; Jane and Michael who are caught up on wild adventures; John and Barbara, the twins; Robertson Aye, the gardener who has a hidden secret; the People Under the Dandelions; and a whole host of other characters including Admiral Boom, the Ice Cream man, Ellen the housekeeper, and Mrs. Brill the cook.  



These books are sheer genius.  The first being published in 1934 in London, it tells about the Banks family living on Number Seventeen Cherry Tree Lane and their extraordinary experiences with a truly extraordinary nanny.  The writing is fresh, brilliant, and classic.  The characters well-developed and memorable.  


Some may think it is a childish book, and yes, Mary Poppins is perfect for children to read.  But I still enjoy every bit of it.  And C.S. Lewis once said, “A children's story that can only be enjoyed by children is not a good children's story in the slightest.” 

So if you are looking for a good read, then I highly suggest Mary Poppins.  Sit back with a nice cup of tea and lose yourself in London early 1900s, with Miss Lark and her dog Andrew, Bart the Pavement Artist, Miss Corrie and her gingerbread, the Balloon Lady whose balloons cary you over the park, and Mary Poppins herself. 

Add a wild East Wind, an elegant ball beneath the sea, a trip to a distant planet, a remarkable experience under the marigolds in the park, Miss Calico's enchanted candy canes, a circus in the sky, and timeless London jargon and you are in for a wild, classic adventure.

[Don't forget to vote on the poll!]

-The Newsie

8/21/12

Interview with K. Morgan, S.F. Pilot

An interview with one of my characters, Kit Morgan, who was kind enough to sit down with me today and share his mind...

Me: "Your name, Kit, is it short for anything?"

Kit: "Karter."

Me: "Now, you attend the Conservatory of Aeronautics.  Tell me, was it hard for you to get in?"

Kit: "Every bit of it was devilish.  It takes work.  And guts.  Less if you're from a rich family.  But I had a good promoter."

Me: "And, just reading the summary here, you did leave the Conservatory didn't you?"

Kit: *laughing* "Leave?  I was kicked out.  Politely, of course.  But kicked out, nonetheless."

Me:  "Why, exactly?  If you don't mind me asking."

Kit:  "Money.  My sponsor took ill, and no one was paying the tuition.  And they've always seen me as a troublemaker.  This was just an excuse to get rid of me."

Me:  "Sorry to hear that.  Later on in the story, you're caught trespassing at the Base, correct?"

Kit:  "Yes."

Me:  "For what reason is that?"

Kit:  "Well, that's what they all want to know, isn't it."

Me:  "Rumor is you were copying aerocraft blueprints for the Sky Force."

Kit:  "People will talk."

Me:  "Yes, but the main point is, you were trespassing and found guilty of illegal activity against the Ether Force.  How does that reflect upon yourself?  What are your thoughts on that?"

Kit:  "It really doesn't matter what I think.  No one will care what I have to say.  They'll just change it to suit their purposes.  I will say, though, that I will do what I believe is right, regardless of what other people think."

Me:  "And this girl, Jacey Drake..."

Kit:  "What about her?"

Me:  "Weren't you two good friends?"

Kit:  "You could call it that.  Jacey's a good pilot with nerve.  Better than most lads who graduate the Cov."

Me:  "But you've broken ties with her, and with every friend from your former life, true?"

Kit:  "I don't know what you mean by 'every friend'.  I ain't got that many.  But yes, Jacey was one of the few, and we fight for two different causes now.  I respect her still.  Just not her choice."

Me:  "Well, before we close, I'd like to ask you one last thing: what do you consider yourself as first and foremost?"

Kit:  "A pilot.  And my da made sure I was a good one.  There are other things people would call me, most of them earned I have to admit.  But I'm a pilot, first of all."

Me:  "Well, I think we're out of time.  But thank you, Kit Morgan, for taking a few moments to talk with me."

Kit:  "A pleasure."

Me:  "And I wish you good luck with the Sky Force."

-Newsie


8/17/12

...If I could just get out of this place

So, because this editor has nothing better to do than dream of faraway places, I am going to bombard you with pictures of Scotland.  I will travel there, one day...someday...sometime in the future.  And write a novel about my very long trip around the world visiting foreign countries and soaking up culture.  I can call it Around the World in More Than Eighty Days.  

On second thought, I think that would be a bit too original for some publishers.  

Anyway, hiking along the green braes and glens of Scotland, I swear I could churn out a story worth of Tolkien--given all the inspiration I need and some time.  And what better place to get inspiration than sitting on a heather-covered brae with a slightly overcast sky and a stiff breeze coming off the ocean?

Ah, sigh...

-Newsie





8/8/12

What is a writer?


What is writing?  What is an author?  Some people may think of an author as simply a person who writes a story, a person who crafts words.  That is true, but not by half.  Writing is a shell, an armor that we hold around ourselves: a protection against assault I guess it could be described as.  Some may say that to be a writer is to be a coward, writing about heroic deeds while hiding behind a pen.
 
But I beg to differ. 

Writing is anything but cowardly.  Do you know what it takes to write?  It takes becoming a whole new person—not yourself, a whole different character.  You don’t just think one day, “I’m going to be a writer because it’s cool”, and then proceed to churn out half a dozen pages about a lovesick teenager in high school and then leave off because it got hard.  Or you got bored.

No, a real writer suffers through; forcing themselves to write, write, write, because that’s what they live for.  It’s not about writing when you want to write, it’s about writing when you hate it—when your soul is bleeding through your fingers, when your characters mutiny against you, when each word comes as a challenge.  Because that takes true grit.  To carry on, to write with all your will when you don’t know what to say, that is courage.  And to love every second you do.

Anyone can write when they know what to say, what words to write upon the page.  But a true writer will find what to write deep within them.

After hours of frustration and red-inked paragraphs.

After deleted and re-written scenes.
  
After pages upon pages of descriptions only to be trashed.

Many people do not understand the relationship between an author and their novel.  Our writing to us is like our child.  You don’t raise your child quickly; it is a gradual process, per se.  The same with a story, book, or memoir.  You don’t rush what is placed between the pages—you write with you fingers, you mind, and your soul…and never expect other people to understand.

That is what it is to be a writer—and I have merely scratched the surface.  To really understand what it is like, look through the countless drafts, many tired nights, frustrations with a certain sentence, struggles with descriptions, choppy dialogue, and conversations we have with our characters as if they were real people. 

That’s where you’ll find what it truly takes.  

-Newsie

5/10/12

Things I love

I have a lot of things that I love.  Here are a few.

All Star Chucks:


Foggy Mornings:


Fall Leaves:


Dancing in the Rain:


Seeing New Places:


Soaring:


Laughing:


Theatre:


A Good Book:


Dogs:


Doing Crazy Things With My Best Friend:


Swimming in the Ocean:



Flying Like a Bird:


Writing:


Toms:



My Aviator:


Vintage Planes:


Black Coffee With a Dollop of Ice Cream:




And a lot of other things...that would take a whole volume to write down.  

-Editor