Tuesday, March 28, 2017

Why Me? ~ Quote Queste March 2017

At long last, I have again written a scene for my own prompt.  Well, completed it, I should say; I started one for each month this year, just didn't finish them.


https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/44/cc/d3/44ccd3a697364889dd114ea46ba52288.jpg

    “Why me?”

    “Are you questioning your king?”

    “Merely his choice.”

    “Still a crime to some kings.”

    The person cloaked in lavender silk tossed her head mockingly.  “Not you.  You enjoy being questioned by competent people, which you obviously consider me to be, or you wouldn’t have chosen me.”

    “You’ve just answered your own question.”

    Noorilan rolled her eyes and sheathed the sword she had been idly examining for nicks.  “No, because you always have a reason for thinking a person is competent.  You don’t even know my real name, my king.”

    Daniar picked up an iron poker from the fire and cauterized the wound still oozing blood above his elbow, studying his newest general with quick sideways glances.  Replacing the poker, he reached for clean linen to bind up the wound but she was quicker, snatching it away from him.  The right corner of his mouth tipped up in amusement as he held out his arm to allow her better access.  Deftly, she spread salve on the ragged, roughly diagonal line and then bound it securely.

    “Did you mean your loyalty?”

    Arrested in her progress away from him by the voice that sounded as if it emanated from Vulcan, she halted and twisted back around.  “What?”

    “Did you mean it when you swore your loyalty to me?”

    For several seconds, she stared into intense but steady eyes under craggy brows, searching for the trick in the question.  “I swore a blood oath,” she answered finally.

    “Yes,” he replied, smiling now.  “And you come from a country that is possibly the only land to take it more seriously than ours.”

    Smoky blue eyes widened.  “So, you already knew I meant it.”

    Bass chuckles vibrated the air as he came toward her and reached out to clasp her shoulder.  “That is why I chose you.  I don’t need to know your real name.  Your loyalty is your name, your reputation, your record, and all that matters.  Can you defeat your sister?”

    Fire licked up her spine to dance with laughing confidence in her face.  “Of course, my king.”

    His smile widened at the emphasis on the personal pronoun.  “I want her alive.”

    “It will be done.”

    His other arm came up to press a badge into her hand.  “You are thrice welcome to the army of Kaliyev, my general.”



To join Quote Queste, visit this post!

Thursday, March 23, 2017

But, Why's All the Humor Gone??

About a year ago I started watching the show Person of Interest.  It had a great premise of the kind that I usually devour, some good characters, and began with some thought provoking questions of morality and ethics.

But, I just didn't like Reece.  Which is kind of a problem, since he's, y'know, only the main character of the show.

I struggled to really put myself into his mindset and understand him.  He didn’t intrigue me, he annoyed me.  Now, theoretically, I should have loved him.  He seems to be everything I enjoy in many characters: mysterious, effective, cryptic, scarred because of betrayal, lonely, good guy at heart who doesn't really have a reason to keep going or anything for which to fight.

But no matter how hard I tried - and I did try - I just couldn't really /like/ the guy.

It finally irritated me so much that I took a break from the show for a few months.  Then, several weeks ago, needing a distraction during my intense push to finish my urban fantasy novel, I went back to watching it.  And I figured out why he bothers me so much, and correspondingly, why I just can't like the show.


Reece lacks flair and charisma.
He delivers his lines with a deadpan expression that’s supposed to be amusing BUT ISN’T.  He lacks the charisma to make the wryness funny

He’s one-dimensional, sometimes two-dimensional.  One knows there are other sides to him but he comes across as flat because the other dimensions are only vaguely hinted at in a very cloak and dagger mysterious way that is supposed to make one intrigued but made me want to fling something at the screen.  Now, I think this might be a simple case of too much telling us that Reece has other sides and not enough showing us, but I'm not sure.  I didn't stay around long enough to find out.

The actor doesn’t facially emote very well in this role and that is VITAL in acting.  Now, I don't know this actor from anything else, and I'm NOT making comments on what kind of a person he is in real life, or bashing him in any way.  I'm just stating that in this role, he wasn't great at facially emoting- at least from what I saw.  If an actor doesn’t facially emote enough for people to be able to read their expressions, it's hard to feel connected with their character.

Reece doesn't do a good job of manipulating or inspiring people yet the show portrays his methods as working in the real world.  People have to be //connected with// to be inspired or controlled.  If he came up to me and told me I was in danger with the same cryptic, sounding-like-a-stalker comments about trusting him and following his lead that he's said to several other characters on the show, I'd either kick/punch him and run away or call the cops.

When you are making what could come across as a creepy stalker comment about how you know someone is in danger, the difference is in how you communicate it.  Make sure the other person thinks that it's because you are a secret superhero who wants to save them, not because you have access to information that invades the other person's privacy.  


There's not enough humor in the show.
The show has a great premise.  But Finch and Carter are really the only funny people on the show for the first several episodes- and Carter has comparatively few scenes during that time.

Voltaire said that a sense of humor is the only thing that keeps intelligent people from hanging themselves.  Finch delivers this - it's hilarious to see him frustrating Reece's attempts to find out more about him.  Carter's exasperation with not being able to find Reece or discover anything about him is plain amusing in a way that makes you feel sorry for her and instantly connect with her. 

Reece occasionally smiles, but he often feels like a blank canvas.  Humor is often found merely in the inflection of words.  But his inflection is rather oddball, and not in an amusing way.

For example, the phrase: 'easier said than done.'  At one point in episode six or seven there's a scene that goes like this:
Finch: 'You need to get her talking.'
Reece: 'Easier said than done.'
But instead of Reece saying: 'Easier SAID than DONE', his inflection is 'EAsier said than done'.

To use another example: several times Reece will tell someone, 'It's a long story' but his inflection is: 'IT'S a long story' as opposed to 'it's a LONG story'.


Adios, show.
Like most people, I'm a busy person with a lot of irons in the fire.  When I can be persuaded to give myself a break and use that time to sit down in front of a TV show; I expect to be entertained, amused, and given something about which to think.  Otherwise, there's not much point in watching it in the first place.  Reece consistently made me growl at the screen, roll my eyes, and want to smack him.  Whiiiiiiich... isn't really conducive to relaxing.

So I dropped the show.  There are dozens of other shows on my TBW list- and some that I'm currently watching- which give me an intriguing plot but also deliver humor, charismatic characters, intensity, and thought provoking plots.  I'd rather spend my time on them.

"But Arielle," you say, "you're just a very critical person.  Maybe you're being too harsh on the show."  It's entirely possible.  This is, after all, just my personal evaluation.  If you are curious about the show or think you want to try it, go ahead!

Disclaimer: I only watched the first third of the first season.  It may well improve in later seasons, but for myself personally, there wasn't enough of interest in this show to keep pulling me past the slow and lame sections.

Saturday, March 11, 2017

Carry Your Candle



“I don’t see myself that way.”
“I know.  We never see ourselves as others see us.”

It was late at night and I was talking to my friend Jack, who is a wonderful person and someone without whom my life would not be complete.  On this particular night we were discussing the ever-relevant subject of Life.  As we separated for bed shortly after the above interchange, I continued musing on the 'outside' view of someone- say, from a friend- vs. our personal 'inside' view. 

Most of my small group of close friends are very self aware.  We know our faults and flaws, we know what we have to do to fix them, we’re (sometimes) good at identifying the sources of our stress, we’re good at knowing what we want to change most about ourselves. 

But we rarely see ourselves as others see us.

There is a candle in every soul 

Some brightly burning, some dark and cold......
Carry your candle, run to the darkness 

Seek out the hopeless, confused and torn 

Hold out your candle for all to see it

Take your candle, and go light your world....
We are a family whose hearts are blazing 

So let's raise our candles and light up the sky....
Make us a beacon in darkest times
~ Go Light Your World - Kathy Troccoli ~

Many people don’t even realize they are candles.  This is not a bad thing (sometimes it prevents us from becoming arrogant) if there are others present to tell us what they see and to remind us to keep our flames burning; even to shield our flames through storms.  But if we refuse to believe those people when they point out the positive sides in our natures, if all we focus on is what we think we should be or what the world appreciates as opposed to what we are, then we’re snuffing our candle flame.

You don’t have to have 200 FB friends or blog followers.  You don’t have to be perpetually cheerful, to never say a negative word or have a bad day or be furious about something or have an irrational emotional reaction.  You don't have to be someone whose personality the world understands.  You don’t even have to have a decent life.  No matter who you are, where you are in life, or what your world is like, you can be a candle.

Tall, taper candles; perfumed votives; fancifully carven pillars; a simple, undecorated square: every candle has a place.  We never know when we’re going to touch someone’s life.  Sometimes it’s the ‘hi’ spoken to a random stranger.  Sometimes it’s leaving comments on blog posts or FB statuses.  It can seem like a lot of trouble to comment on everyone’s new profile pics or even to just react to a post without commenting.  Sometimes it's leaving a message just saying, ‘hey, I appreciate you’ or ‘hey, you’re a really cool person’.  Texting someone to ask how they are doing.  Tweeting an enthusiastic agreement of someone’s random Twitter status.

This is a difficult concept for me and for many others I know.  Not only do we not think we have anything worthwhile to give most people, we know people who are bright candles already and seeing the good job they are doing, we think, ‘why would WE be needed?’.

But the truth is that no one else’s candle is exactly like yours.  And the world needs every candle it can get, especially yours, with your unique personality coloring the flame.  (If you don’t believe me, go read the politics news for about ten minutes and then come back.  Or do a google search on life under a communist regime such as China, North Korea, or Vietnam.  Mmmhmm, believe me now?)

So keep your flame burning, take your candle, and go light YOUR world.

Thursday, March 2, 2017

Quote Queste: March 2017 ~ My Real Name



It's Quote Queste time again and I hope you're all ready for this one because I think it's going to be a lot of fun.  For mine, I'm imagining a scene with a king... several military officers facing him, a vacant general's position... and looming war.

My February scene is mostly done but again I didn't finish it quiiite in time (busy month).  I'll post it later this month though, after I write March's.

Thanks to everyone who participated in February's QQ!
Tom
Erudessa


Rules:
1. Take the quote below and write a short scene based on it.  It can be a scene for a story you're currently writing, one you plan on writing in the future, or you can make up characters solely for this challenge.
2.  Post your scene on your blog, with the banner from the top of my post and a link to my blog.
3. Come back to this post and leave a link to your post in the comments so the other participants and I can read your scene.
4. Have fun!


Ready?
Here's March's prompt.  (Kate, this one's for you.  Muahahaha.)


https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/44/cc/d3/44ccd3a697364889dd114ea46ba52288.jpg



Happy Writing!  I look forward to seeing your scenes!

Thursday, February 23, 2017

Beautiful People: February 2017 ~ Kang-mun and Belleza


It's time for Beautiful People again, hosted by the great Cait and Sky.  This Valentine's edition features the main couple from my recently completed novel: Queen Beauty and the Beasts.  Meet Kwon Kang-mun and Belleza Rivera, the Diva Duo as my friend Lauren calls them.  Instead of answering the questions the usual way, I did something a little different and answered them with snippets, because it's been a long week and I'm tired and this was an easy way to do it. :D


How and why did they meet?
Belleza had danced into his life- literally- singing and pirouetting out of a room with a broom in hand, right into his pathway as he left after another midnight session.  The vivacious sparkle of her voice and its emotional range caught his attention at once.  She had apologized for disturbing him, showing the correct respect, which was unusual in a foreigner.  The next night he had listened from hiding, recognizing an unpolished gem in her voice.  Bored and jaded as he was, the idea of teaching her roused him from his apathy and he had approached her before he had time to change his mind.


What were their first impressions of each other?
She had condensed the story; giving the correct answer without adding the details that still shimmered golden in her memory.  How for the first two weeks she had not seen Kang-mun and didn’t know who it was that tutored her, just that he was a marvelous teacher who knew music inside out.  When she did find out, the fact that he was ZODI’s lead singer didn’t impress her as much as his complete mastery of music and what he had shown her how to accomplish- taking something raw and refining it into a result that others beyond yourself would understand; which was the ultimate aim of a singer.


How would they prove their love for each other?
She knew only one way to answer it.  In two steps she was behind him and brought her arms up to slide gently around his neck.

He froze, hands falling away from the keys and his shoulders stiffening under her touch.

“I am not leaving, Angel,” she whispered tenderly.  “I am staying."  Her voice fell until it was barely even a breath in the heavy stillness of the room.  “I won’t leave you.”

He shuddered under her words and touch.  For one fleet, startling second she had a glimpse of the power one person could wield over another.  She did not understand it then, nor would she for some time, but the memory of that sensation would never leave her.

Wonderingly, as if he didn’t believe his senses, he raised long fingers to her arm, brushing it with feather-light touch and then again when she didn’t pull away.  She rested her cheek on the top of his head.  He leaned back into her slightly, just enough to feel that she was really there. 

“There might not be an answer, you know,” he said after a long moment of silence, during which he rested his hand on her arm, the touch sending tiny tingles through her.  “At least not one that you can find.”

“I don’t believe that,” she said quietly but confidently.

He made no reply and his hand fell from her arm.  Desperate to reassure him, she reached gentle fingers up and ran them down the side of his face, where the edge of the mask touched his hairline.

He caught his breath with another shudder and as her fingers slid down his jaw, something wet dropped on them.

A tear.

Instinctively she knew that it was a tear of hope.


What would be an ideal date?
“I have a request for you, Bella.”  Kang-mun motioned her to join him in the back of the elevator.  “Do you think that you could handle going out to dinner with me and Lorena and Anna?”

A shiver of startled apprehension ran up her spine, as if hearing a call to battle.  “Yes, sunbae, I can.”

His hands came up to frame her face as he looked deeply into her eyes.  “You’re sure?  It’s going to be hard, Beauty, but I think it’s going to help us.”

“How?” she questioned.  “It seems like it can only make her angrier.”

“It’s not her I’m thinking of,” he explained.  “I suspect Anna is holding out on me, that she has a plan, too, and this could force her to show her hand.”

“So that you can deal with it on your terms, not when she’s ready to spring it?"

He grinned and brushed her nose with the tip of his finger.  “Exactly.  I’ll be right next to you the whole time.  Think you can handle it?”

Battle fever surged in her veins.  “I can do it, Angel.”


Is there something they emphatically disagree on?
“Wait a minute,” Belleza piped up when he paused again.  “You can’t make me a queen in this, sunbaenim.  That’s not fair.”
  
It seemed as if every single person around them stifled a gasp; unsure of whether to look at Kang-mun or not, they settled for watching Belleza with wide eyes as she frowned at him.  Slowly he turned to look at her.  She had the distinct impression that could she have seen his eyebrows, they would be raised to their fullest reach.  “Excuse me?”
  
“Oh, I’d love the part,” she assured him.  “You’re a genius.  But it’s not fair to give me the part of a queen when everyone else is just going to be a princess.”
 
 “I’ll make you whatever I need to for the purposes of the story,” he informed her, eyes narrowing.
  
She scowled rebelliously at him.  “Your fans are going to hate you and hate me even more.”
  
“They’ll forget about it when they become absorbed in the story,” he said dismissively.
  
She could not very well put her hands on her hips while seated in an airplane seat but she did so anyway, elbows crooked forward so she wouldn’t bump into Chul-soo who sat beside her.
  
“Oppa, I would love the part and you’re the best musician ever, but if there is a queen role, it should go to Dahae-unni.”  Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Shin-woo grinning.  The plagued torment.
  
“Who precisely is writing this, you or me?” he demanded, firmly but without the anger she had


List 5 “food quirks” they know about each other. (Ex: how they take their coffee, if they’re allergic to something, etc….and feel free to mention other non-food quirks!)
“I wonder what happened to make her so evil in her soul?”  Belleza clasped her hands under her chin and stared thoughtfully at him.

“Woo-sung will tell you that evil is a disease that slowly rots anyone who consistently chooses it,” Kang-mun said and shrugged.

She looked at him and shook her head, smiling fondly.

“What?” he asked, pitching his voice lower.

“You say it as if you don’t believe it, and I know that’s a lie, sunbae.”  She leaned closer and patted his hand where it lay on the arm of the chair.  “Go ahead and try to convince the rest of the world that you have a twisted soul.  You don’t fool me.”


What’s one thing they know about each other that no one else does?
Some people possessed a core of living flame, a belief in love and goodness and truth that was so powerful it could not be other than Divine.  God might have abandoned him, but if there was anything he could do to stop it, he would give himself to preserve that sacred fire in her.

What’s one thing that they keep a secret from each other?
Kang-mun growled and everyone stepped back as the growl grew louder and fiercer.  He yanked off his pants but his anger was pushing the shift too fast to save his shirt and it gave way with a savage ripping sound.  For six blinding seconds the lawn flashed into light as bright as noonday, highlighting a dark gold lion with black mane and the snow leopard emerging from the form of a man.  The lion roared and the leopard snarled back, circling to the side.


How would their lives be different without each other?
She decided to ask the less important question first.  “Why do you look pleased when I sass Kang-mun?  I shouldn’t have done it in the airplane this morning, not in front of everyone, but why did you look pleased?  I was disrespectful.”

“Yes, you were,” he agreed, a grin tugging at the corners of his lips.  “But you make Kang-mun come alive and that’s why I like to see it.”

She tilted her head quizzically.  “What do you mean come alive?”

“In case you haven’t noticed, Kang-mun is a rather difficult person to get along with,” he said dryly.

She giggled.

Woo-sung sobered.  “He’s had it harder than any of us and he has a hard time believing in any hope.  For us sure, but not for himself, because he blames himself for what happened.  It’s a long story,” he added at her confused look.  “I’ll tell you at home sometime when we can be truly alone,” he whispered.  “You’re so vitally alive, Bella.  You don’t know how not to be.  So when you sass him, when you stir him up, you remind him to live.”  He grinned now.  “It’s a great thing.”


Where do they each see this relationship going?
“Mmm.”  Another short silence fell, broken by him asking, “What will you do when the curse is broken?  You’ve put so much energy into breaking it and figuring us out.  But what about you?"
The question startled her.  “I... I never thought about it,” she admitted in surprise.  She considered for a moment.  “I’ll go back home.  Keep singing.  I... well... I don’t really know what else.”  She shrugged and pulled the blanket closer about her.

“And Joon-tae?”

For a few seconds she wasn’t certain she had heard him correctly.  But what she could see of his face was now too casual, obviously a controlled expression instead of the natural one he had held until then.

“I honestly don’t know, oppa.  Do you... ah...” she faltered and dropped the words, finally settling for saying, “I just don’t know.”


And a random one because I like it:
His voice cut across all others.  “During the intervening time, Rosita, will you please take Yo-han into the music room and attempt to teach him how to properly waltz?  His so-called skill at that dance is an abomination, as you might remember from dancing with him before and his hybrid waltz-foxtrot-cow shuffle.”

His cousins broke into laughter, except for Yo-han, who was glaring at Shin-woo because he was laughing the hardest.

“Dad’s going to school,” Shin-woo jeered.

“Dad’s going to whip your butt at wrestling just as soon as school is done,” Yo-han retorted.

Dad had better get going or he won’t be done in time to do anything,” Kang-mun said firmly.

Thursday, February 16, 2017

Roses, Lions, and Tangos: Snippets of Queen Beauty and the Beasts - Part One

A startling realization came to me in the dark hours of this morning.

I have not yet posted a single snippet of the book that consumed me heart and soul for the last months.  *gasp*  Today, I remedy that.

https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/44/e9/7f/44e97ff1f9562c4bdc45801a8922cf09.jpg


The door opened slowly and each paused to glance up.  Belleza gasped and the ladle from her hand clattered to the floor as she rushed to her father’s side, frightened by the face set in lines of gray worry far older than his real years.  “Papi!  What happened?”  Her brothers clustered around, easing their father gently into to a chair.  He put his arms up on the table and dropped his head heavily on them.  Something fell from his grasp and hit the floor softly.  Franco stooped to pick it up and held it out to Belleza.

“Here, sis, the rose you wanted.”

She took it, eyes and lips widening wonderingly.  The heart of it glowed vibrant red, darkening through the petals out to black edges that curled outwards tightly, as if protecting themselves from the elements.

* * * * * *

A lion faced another large cat across a grassy lawn.  They were too far away for Belleza to distinguish what kind of cat the other one was.  Several men stood nearby, watching them as they stalked in a circle, snarling and growling.  One of the men motioned with his hand and both cats turned on him for a second.  He laughed, actually laughed, and the cats returned to their circling.  The lion roared and the other cat snarled a reply.  Mesmerized, Belleza could not tear her eyes away, forgetting that her light was still on and showed her in clear relief against the glass.

* * * * * *

“Aren’t you a morning person,” someone mumbled from a heap of blankets on the floor.

Ki-ha nodded toward it.  “That’s Shin-woo.  He hates mornings.”

“You do know it’s almost afternoon, right?” Belleza asked the blankets incredulously.

Shin-woo’s head emerged to glower at her for a moment and then he burrowed back into the pile.

* * * * * *

“Hey, Bella, is Papi home yet?”

“How many times must you be told not to slam the door, Franco?  No, he’s not back yet.  Is the fog still thick?”

“Sí, ugh.”  Her eldest brother cut in.  “And Franco’s not driving ever again.”  He straddled a chair and shook his head at the youngest brother.

“Hey!” Franco protested.  “It’s not my fault the GPS gave the wrong turn.  I’d like to see you try to drive under those conditions.”  He threw his baseball cap at Lautaro.

* * * * * *

Shin-woo’s mask fell to the floor with a soft thud and her gaze followed it downward, noting the beautiful copper tracery on the black velvet, the smoothness of the underside, how the contours custom fitted to his face and his alone.

A growl drew her eyes back up and she silently screamed into the hand that came up to cover her mouth in instinctive reaction.  A tiger stood where Shin-woo had been a moment before, baring fangs at Lorena.  Frantically, she looked around the circle of young men.  Where each member had been standing, they were now hunched over and amid the sounds of tearing fabric and strange creaks and pops their bodies were actually transforming into... wild cats.  Kang-mun alone remained human but there was a terrible knowledge in his eyes as she automatically looked to him, searching frantically for answers.

* * * * * *

Calmly, she reached out and yanked him up.  “If you don’t dance with me, you’ll be in trouble with your grandmother.”

“Why?”

Belleza gave him her charmingly smug smile.  “Because she told me to make sure all of you danced tonight.”

Startled, he turned to the old lady for confirmation.  She nodded slowly and then chuckled at his groan of betrayal.

“Stop fussing,” Belleza ordered.  “One would think I told you that I was going to put you in front of a firing squad for practice.”

“I think I’d prefer the firing squad,” he complained, which earned him a smack to the shoulder and a flick on the forehead.  Still muttering, he spun her quickly and led off in a modified waltz, incorporating his own steps and forcing her to follow his lead.  If he hoped to confuse her, he was disappointed for she rose to the challenge, easily keeping up with him.

* * * * * *

Kang-mun threw back his head and laughed at the same moment neon purple lightning struck straight down the sky to their left. 

All of them except for Shin-woo shuddered at the inhuman aura the light gave him.  Min-jo groaned and muttered, “Not the demon laugh.”

* * * * * *

That’s it?  Chul-soo had to have heard wrong.  “Nothing else?  We don’t have to, well, kiss you or something?”

Amid the snickering directed at him, Belleza laughed and shook her head.  “We’ll save that for later, if we think we need it.  The princesses usually have to kiss the princes in fairy tales but I have no idea if that’s involved here and I’m not just going to walk up to you guys and kiss you.”

“I am deeply offended,” Shin-woo growled at her.  “Not wanting to kiss this handsome face?  Have you been out in the sun too much?”

She rolled her eyes.  “I didn’t say I didn’t want to kiss you, I said I wasn’t going to.”  Speculative grins spread over the members’ faces and she realized what she had said.  Clapping her hands to her blushing cheeks she stammered, “I-I didn’t mean that... well that ...oh, you’re all awful.  Every single one of you.  Ugh.  Can we go sightsee the city now?”

* * * * * *

“Belleza, go,” Chul-soo pleaded.

Lorena was smiling in fierce glee.  She had the upper hand now and she knew it.  “Will you let them make your choices for you forever?” she asked Belleza, holding out her hand appealingly.  “Do come down and let me look at you, child.  I have a gift for you.”

Belleza’s curiosity battled with the foreboding that this was what Ji-hoon had meant when he said her life would grow weirder before it grew clearer.

“Kang-mun sunbaen-?” she asked at last.

“It would be far better for you if you went back to bed,” his answer came before she’d even finished her question. 

She made her decision.  “But possibly not better for all of you.”

* * * * * *

"First of all, which of you told Joon-tae about the Mexico story?”  He alternated his glare between Nam-san and Dong-gun.

“I did,” Dong-gun lifted his head defiantly.  “He was a liability, knowing her when she was younger, and if someone didn’t tell him, then he could have let out the secret.”

“And I supported him and stood with him.”  Nam-san said, putting an arm around Dong-gun.  “You can be mighty glad that he did tell him because he helped save our butts tonight."

“Did I say I was otherwise than glad?” Kang-mun asked, his voice neutral.  “Thank you for telling him.”

“Well, it’s a night full of surprises,” Man-se commented as Dong-gun gaped at Kang-mun.  “The Witch sees the light, the Rose has thorns, and the Dragon doesn’t flame.”

Shin-woo snickered.

* * * * * *

Kang-mun stood so suddenly that his chair screeched on the floor.  “Stay away from Belleza, Joon-tae,” he warned sternly.  “Don’t meddle in business that’s not yours.”

“Bella is my friend and all of you were once my friends,” he shot back.  “More than that, you were once my brothers.  Which makes it my business.”

“No, it doesn’t.”  Kang-mun crossed the room in two fluid strides and gripped his shoulder with fingers of iron, pinning him against the wall.  “We’re not friends anymore, and Belleza is safely under our care.  Stay.  Away.”  The command was a cross between a growl and a hiss.  “Don’t you dare cross me, Joon-tae-yah.”

He shoved back, wrenching away from Kang-mun.  “Implied threats again?  That didn’t work on me the first time, hyung.”  He had the satisfaction of seeing Kang-mun’s jaw harden even more at the emphasis he placed on the last word.

* * * * * *

She straightened.  “Deny it all you wish, but you are more like me than you admit or can see.  I was young and idealistic once, so I know exactly how to bring you down if you continue to fight me."

Belleza’s face still burned, rebellion stiffening her petite form as her chest heaved in anger, but she was silent.
   
“You see, child?  I will break everyone loyal to you, I will break you and I will use you to break them.  Consider now if you truly want to risk it.”  With a last superior smile, she turned on her heel and went towards the door.
   
“You cannot always win.”  The plain words were unvarnished by the fury stirring in Belleza, ringing with simple belief in a higher power.  Lorena halted at the door and turned to her.
   
“No?  Keep thinking that, chiquita.  And when you’re ready to learn why I always do win, call me.”  She indicated Belleza’s phone on the table behind her.

* * * * * *

“You’re going to dance the last dance with me.”

“Aren’t you tired out from dancing?” he demanded.

She laughed the idea to scorn.  “It takes more dancing than this to make me tired.”

“Then why don’t you dance this one by yourself?  We’ll happily sit and watch.”

She batted her eyelashes at the compliment and then pursed her lips in a pout.  “But sunbae, don’t you know that it takes two to tango?”

For three seconds no one said anything.  Then Shin-woo whistled, Man-se and Yo-han hooted and the other boys started laughing.

“You know how to tango?” Min-jo asked, surprised.

Belleza gave an unladylike snort.  “I’m from Argentina.  Of course I know how to tango.”

“Not everyone from Argentina knows how to tango,” Kang-mun felt compelled to point out.

She rolled her eyes.  “Oh, fine.  I’m from the lower level of upper class Argentinian society.  Yes, I know how to tango.  Satisfied now?”

“Well, you’re not tangoing here.”  Kang-mun stood quickly and frowned down at her.

She nodded soberly.  “It makes sense that you wouldn’t know how.”

He choked and glared balefully at her.  “I know how to dance the tango.”


Thursday, February 9, 2017

Drumroll please....

Queen Beauty and the Beasts, the novel that dominated my life for the last three months, monopolized 98% of my thoughts and 99% of my energy, and caused my unscheduled mini-hiatus from blogging is.... DONE.

(Random sunset picture taken by me.)


I finished it the afternoon of January 28 with a grand total of 172,308 words, about 85,000 of which were written during January.

Yeah, so much for the novel that was only supposed to be 120,000 or 130,000 at most.

Then I promptly crashed, just as myself and everyone else around me knew that I would.  Also, I caught the nasty sore throat that had been making the rounds of my siblings.  Hence, I spent the last 2 weeks clawing myself back from the brink of half-dead.

But the book is done now.  Although not one of my most intense stories, it was one of the hardest novels I've ever written for a variety of reasons.
  • It wasn’t my usual genre.
  • It was an extrovert female main character.
  • It was a retelling of not just one but two stories: Beauty and the Beast and Phantom of the Opera.  The hard part wasn't mixing the two, it was deciding how closely to stick to the originals and how much originality I was allowed.
  • A somewhat limited POV.  Normally I do a lot of head hopping in my stories and while QBB had some of that, it wasn't as much as usual.
  • I had lost my self confidence as a writer.  It was never super high, but it had hit rock bottom last fall.
  • My soul sister had to drop NaNo, and not having her next to me through the month wasn’t only weird, it was like being used to running in double harness and suddenly you’re doing it on your own. 
  • Days away from finishing the book, I discovered that somehow I had forgotten to add a chapter to the beta document early on.  I rarely make that kind of mistake so it rattled me more than perhaps it should have.
  • I was massively stressed out about several things, and wrote the last 30,000-35,000 words over two weeks running on sheer iron willpower and nerve.  Cocktail a la Lody, my friend Mirriam called it, and I recommend that no person try it.  Ever.

I have never wanted more to both write and take a break from writing at the same time.  The last three months were very hard but the book is done and I am elated, pleased, and very happy.  I don’t know how good or bad the book is and won’t until I go back to it in 3-5 months' time.  The experience was worth every moment of the blood, sweat and tears... but I’m probably never doing that again.  ('Probably' being the key word because I don't like to definitively say 'never'.)  I'm still pretty exhausted but I'm slowly returning to normal.

A HUGE shout out and thank you to my alpha readers, who were absolutely great; especially Alisa and Kate, whose chapter-by-chapter comments identified holes and questions I needed to answer, and whose reactions kept me cackling evilly or laughing in glee.  Also to Mirriam, whose story comments and unfailing encouragement kept me going even when it was darkest.  A great, biiiig thank you to my family as well, who patiently put up with my intensity, my detachment, my absences, and my shorter-than-usual tolerance.  I couldn't have done what I did without these great people.

So, what’s next?  Well, back to blogging regularly for one thing, and I'm thoroughly ready for it.  Also, posting at least twice a week on my website/blog: Intuitive Writing Guide.  As far as creative writing goes... yes, I do have another project lined up, but I won't be ready to reveal it until next week at the earliest.

For now, it's just really good to be done, and even better to be back.

Saturday, February 4, 2017

Quote Queste: February 2017 ~ Going to War




Thanks to everyone who participated in January's QQ!
Sophia White

I was too busy finishing my current novel to write a scene myself but now that my book is done (post on that coming soon) I'll have more time, and boy, am I looking forward to it!


Rules:
1. Take the quote below and write a short scene based on it.  It can be a scene for a story you're currently writing, one you plan on writing in the future, or you can make up characters solely for this challenge.
2.  Post your scene on your blog, with the banner from the top of my post and a link to my blog.
3. Come back to this post and leave a link to your post in the comments so the other participants and I can read your scene.
4. Have fun!


In honor of Valentine's Day: imagine all the places this could take you- happy, sad, tragic, bittersweet, uncertain, mixed....

https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/8f/20/bd/8f20bd88fcaaa07f16e28ffad1ce5f9a.jpg



Happy Writing!

Tuesday, January 17, 2017

Announcing... Albion Academy!

*Camelot trumpet fanfare*

Today it is my great pleasure to host author Elijah David on the book tour for his novel Albion Academy.  Eli and I first met through our mutual friend Mirriam Neal, but we didn't really 'connect' until a Facebook discussion on Arthurian Legend, during which his Albion series was mentioned.  Today, we've come full circle, with Eli here to tell us what parts of Arthurian Legend have intrigued him the most over the years.

Welcome, Elijah!

Thanks, Arielle, for having me here today.

Albion Academy features a variety of creatures and beings from myth and legend, from Djinn to Valkyries to mermaids to Faeries. But the foundational legend for the book and its sequels is the Matter of Britain—the story of King Arthur and his knights. The book started with an idea about Merlin Ambrosius, and even after I moved on from him, I still had a Merlin at the heart of the story: Merlin Pendragon (because why suffer from the burden of one legendary ancestor when you can have two?).

Over the years, I’ve made it no secret that Merlin Ambrosius —that is, the Merlin of legend—is one of my favorite fictional characters. Disney’s The Sword in the Stone first introduced me to this magical man (and indeed, he was one of few male magicians in the movies I saw as a child, something which vexed me greatly) and he has remained one of the primary attractions of Arthurian legend for me to this day.

For those of you who don’t know, Merlin as we know him today is a composite figure of at least two men, one a military and political figure (Ambrosius) and one a prophet or madman of the wilds (Myrddin or Merlin). When Geoffrey of Monmouth penned his pseudohistorical History of the Kings of Britain, he combined these two figures and made his own contributions to both Merlin’s and Arthur’s stories. In the oldest stories, Merlin is a figure of mystery and danger, much akin to the Fae who populate the legend of the Celts. He is both wise and mad, powerful and shifty (not unlike Merlin’s older alter ego Droon on the BBC series). But while Merlin’s roots are wild, I’ve always taken the view that he is more like the portrayals from Disney, Hallmark, and T.H. White—beneficent, if a little unhinged at times, and always holding his country’s (and his student’s) best interests at heart. The aid he offers to Uther in seducing Arthur’s mother has never made sense to me in any iteration; it always seems against Merlin’s character, the same way Arthur’s slaughter of the May Day babies has always seemed out of character. (Incidentally, these two events are addressed at a later point in the Albion books, with at least one character attempting to “set the record straight”.)

But while Merlin is the center of my own Arthurian obsession, he is by no means the sole star in the constellation. Sir Gawain and the Green Knight; Mordred and his arc of deception, manipulation, and betrayal; Morgana le Fay (regardless of whether she’s related to Arthur); and the Fisher King and his connection to the Holy Grail (to name just a few) all make their mark on me, my storytelling, and the Albion Quartet. The Knights of the Round Table, Gawain among them, become an integral part of the story as well as the mythos of the series; Mordred is a full-fledged antagonist with his own agenda; Morgana—well, I won’t say much about her for fear of spoilers; and the Holy Grail’s existence and appearance are touched on at some point in the story. The prospect of Arthur returning to rule in Albion’s greatest need has also fascinated me. I think Gargoyles did a fine job with this idea during its Avalon arc, though I’ve always wanted there to be a continuation of the series that explored what Arthur did after he walks off the scene. We’ll see if the Once and Future King makes any appearances in Albion Academy’s sequels. I won’t say no, because characters like him tend to push their way in just to spite me.

As you can tell, the magical and villainous have attracted me most in Arthuriana. That’s probably due to my imbibing copious amounts of fairy tales, both Disney and otherwise, and having a mind and heart for fantasy and epic storytelling. If you can point me to a retelling of the Arthur stories that captures these characters and quests in a new light, I’m there in a heartbeat.

Are there any characters, quests, or conflicts in the Arthurian legends that keep you coming back for more? I’d love to hear about them!


Thank you, Eli!  You can find out more about Elijah David and his books on his blog: Inexhaustible Inspiration.

Now, take a look at this shiny cover. 


Is a Djinni just a trickster? Can a wizard only learn magic? Must a Valkyrie always ferry the dead?

For Mortimer, Merlin, and Bryn, it seems the fates have already written the ends of their stories. When Mortimer asks unorthodox questions, the Djinni Elders exile him to a human school of magic—Albion Academy. Merlin's friendship with a mortal only increases his mother's determination for him to live up to the heritage of his ancestors. And Bryn's prophetic sisters outright declare that her fate is tethered to Mortimer, Merlin, and the mysterious door in the school's basement.

As the three of them struggle against the constraints of their families' expectations, they find themselves inexorably drawn into a conflict that encompasses rogue Faeries, dangerous mortals, and sorcerers hidden in Albion Academy itself. Defying their fates might be the only way they survive their first year at . . .

Albion Academy.



Albion Academy is available from Amazon in both PAPERBACK and KINDLE format.

Valkyries, Djinni AND Arthurian Legend?  Sounds like a win-win to me!

Thursday, January 12, 2017

What Books I Would Sacrifice....




A couple of weeks ago my sister Dessa read this tag aloud to me from her friend Keturah’s blog, then proceeded to follow it back and hop around to many of the other bloggers who had filled it out and read those aloud.  We laughed, raised shocked eyebrows once (throwing THE HOBBIT at a professor??), and laughed more.  Then Dessa filled it out and tagged me.


https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/00/38/8e/00388eebff3554e2e313af006be2d109.jpg

#1: An Over-Hyped Book
Situation: You are in a bookstore when the zombies attack.  Over the loudspeakers you hear the military announce that over-hyped books are the zombies' only weakness.  What over-hyped book will you chuck at the zombies?
Yeah, I’m with Dessa.  TWILIGHT.  What a travesty to the world of books, and how excruciating to see the effect these have had on the world of teenagers AND the world of writing.


https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/66/be/f0/66bef048c528f22fe9ecb65decbe893a.jpg

#2: A Sequel
Situation: You are caught in a torrential downpour and you're probably the type who melts when you get wet.  What sequel are you willing to use as an umbrella to protect yourself.
Wow, seriously?  Melts in a downpour?  Nothin’ melts me, baby; not even Hades himself!
But for the purposes of the question... Chasing Shadows by Ashley Townsend.  I didn't read the first book, but you can read my review of this one HERE.  It frustrated the tar out of me.


https://images-na.ssl-images-amazon.com/images/I/51aQGeoveAL._SY344_BO1,204,203,200_.jpg

#3: A Classic
Situation: You're in English class and your professor won't stop going on about a classic that "revolutionized literature".  Personally you think the classic is garbage and you decide to express your opinion by hurling the book at his head.  What classic is that?
The Scarlet Letter by Nathaniel Hawthorne.  I’d heard it lauded for years and eagerly pounced on it a decade ago at a used book store.  I brought it home, tore into it, was a little disappointed at the beginning but kept going, hoping it would get better....  At the end I closed the cover and stared at it as though I had thought I was opening a box of doughnuts only to find out it was croutons.  WAIT, THAT'S IT???  THAT'S WHAT ALL THE HYPE WAS ABOUT???
It was profoundly disappointing.


https://images-na.ssl-images-amazon.com/images/I/51i7FeCcZdL._AC_UL320_SR216,320_.jpg

#4: A Least Favorite Book
Situation: You're hanging out at a bookstore (where else would you be?) when global warming somehow manages to to turn the whole world into a frozen wasteland.  Naturally, your only hope of survival is to burn a book.  Which book would you not regret tossing into the fire?
Aside from the illogic of the question.... oh hmmmm.  Lori Wick’s English Garden series.  Mind. Numbingly. Stupid.
Also, one of the main reasons I almost never read Christian romance anymore.


https://images.moviepilot.com/images/c_limit,q_auto,w_710/py477jxtkph7cahhthcs/all-shadowhunter-books-upcoming-projects.jpg

#5: A Series
Situation: There's a flooded stream you have to cross on your quest and you can't get your feet wet.  Which series (oh yeah, btw, you brought your whole bookshelf and also probably local library with you) will you use as stepping stones?
The Mortal Instruments.  Gosh, that series’ poor writing made me so mad, especially given the fact that it could have been fantastic had Clare put as much focus on the mythological aspects and worldbuilding as she did the ridiculous, soap opera teen drama.  Seeing these books drown after I had crossed a swollen stream on them would do my heart good.


I tag Mirriam, Kate (when she starts blogging again), Elijah David, Tom, Jessica, Kiri Liz, and Carolyn... plus anyone else who wants to answer.

What books would YOU sacrifice?  Take the tag off to your own blog or tell me in the comments!