Stress Less, Write More

In the next chapter of my story.. I wrote a poem. Well in the story it is a song, it needs a bit of work still, but I remember writing it, it always felt very strange. I almost had a tune in my head, but if I ever tried to sing it it sounded silly. Its still a little idle wish to be able to sing this… But the problem is to find something that sounds like a nursury rhyme but is still slightly sinister. For my one loyal follower, I shall post the story part when I get home, but here is a small teaser in the form of my explination/disclaimer.

Actually, I think I am skipping over a chapter while I think about this.. But the first chapter – it opens with the Lady in Waiting Delaney rambling in a tired sort of daze. And I dont really like how she says what she says, its too contrived. So I might just leave that part out and put those details that she shares in later, in a more natural way.

If you have never written a novel, (or attempted to write, you are really never finished with a novel, no matter what you think, you can always improve it), you should try. It is a very sort of freeing experience. Well it is for those of us born with so many stories in our heads that they spill out in our dreams, so we dream things like carnivals, and this very strange machine.. that my sister was shot through – like some clear tube? And then she was performing in this glass box with other clowns and she was dressed like a clown. If you have never had any dreams like that, you are lucky but I also feel sort of bad for you. They are very strange and confusing, but so vivid and real that you think that you are in reality until you wake up and look back. They also make me question on a daily basis if everything I know is a dream and I am going to wake up as a 6-year-old, anticipating the life I might live ten years in the future.

So the point (hahaha) of this ramble, is to explain to you some of the things writing a novel, really writing one, with organized thought before hand, can do for you. When you write a novel, you have to build up to something and add in tantalizing facts throuout the story, so the readers learn about what is happening in a natural way. You cant just ramble along until you figure out where you are going, the readers will get bored.

The problem however – is that everything has been done. To write a novel you need one singular lightbulb sort of idea that sparks a story, and you write because you have to get it out or you will explode. That is why I write. It has only happened to me twice, ergo two, partially finished novels. So if that ever happens to you, get it out before you foreget where you are going. And if you have an end but not a beginning, write it down! Never say – oh I’ll write it later when I have time. I hate when I do that but then later I forget why I had that spark of insight into my own imagination.

So this was supposed to lead into chapter two of Lights (the name-in-consideration for my second novel), but I think I shall leave it as a stream of conscious little rant about writing your ideas down and having the guts to try and write a novel and see where it leads. You might find yourself famous like the goddess that is J.K. Rowling 😉

People are a lot more creative then we give them credit for, even if there really are only seven original stories, the variations are fantastic.

Title Borrowed From: Kristen Lamb’s Blog


Do you think writing your book changed your life?

This is a book I started a while ago. I shall post bits of it, and hopefully get some feedback. I don’t know if it changed my life though, and I am very insecure about my writing skills. I never think anything is good enough, as we all do, so be kind. 😉 The story develops better in my opinion, later, so keep coming back for the next parts. 🙂 Enjoy!

Our story begins as many stories do, with the birth of a child. This particular birth though, was of twins, and these particular twins, although seeming small and insignificant, were the start of a magnificent magical adventure.

The world on which this story takes place, and consequentially the world on which these twins were born used to be one full of magic. But over time and several wars, a lot of magic was lost because the wars killed of so many, magic and non-magic alike. With their numbers severely depleted the magical Fair Folk were forced to intermarry with humans, so magic blood was diluted and much power was lost.

Fair Folk had been all but erased from the world, their secrets hidden in secluded corners of the world. But for some reason, perhaps just a fluke of fate, these twins had more magic in them than had been in one person for a long time.

But because they had no one to protect them, this was more curse than blessing. Having more magic blood made them more susceptible to curses, because magic flowed easier through their bodies, good magic, and bad.

So as very young children they were cursed by the last of the Eternal Witches.

The Eternal Witches are just what they sound like. Witches that live forever. They are tremendously powerful and cannot die unless killed in a magical way. They are strictly female, and when they bore the children of human men they created the first Fair Folk, also called “Lilith’s children” because Lilith is the Eternal Witch’s goddess of humanity. They sent their children to live in the normal after they had tried to take the Fair Folk’s power. The Witches could absorb the power from other Witches if they incapacitated them and so they tried the same thing on the Fair Folk. But the Fair Folk’s magic was fatal to them, being more potent, a mix of heavenly and earthly power. So they sent them away to live as normal humans, hoping they would die out without knowing how to use their power. But the Fair Folk unlocked even more secrets and had children with humans, which made another group of Fair Folk that only used earthly power. The Witches saw opportunity for more power. By stealing power from these earth-powered Fair Folk they became as powerful as the original Fair Folk and could steal their power as well.

The Fair Folk went to war against their ancestors, overpowered them by sheer weight of numbers, and all the witches were banished; all but two, Marisen and Selina, two of the most powerful Witches who had aided the Fair Folk in their war on the Witches.

In the battles that followed, Marisen and Selina were killed off along with most of the rest of the witches, but they long stood as a symbol of power and unity among the Fair Folk.

Over the years the battling started to die out and magic started to dissipate, retreating into dusty library corners and hard to reach caves, so by the time these extraordinary twins were born, only one Witch remained.

When the celebration rang across the kingdom, across the world, that two girls had been born to the King, twin girls by the names of Marisen and Selina, the solitary witch, Morgitha, grew angry.

How dare they?! She thought. How dare they name their filthy brats after my traitorous sisters? She killed the messenger who had brought the news. She killed the bird that flew past the window. She wanted to kill the princesses and the king and the queen and their cat!

But no, Morgitha thought, I would have to leave my strong hold for that. I can curse them just fine from right here. Curse them to a life of confusion and misery until the day I can borrow their magic and make myself powerful enough to rule the world again as we did long ago….

It was a warm summer night and the sun and the moon both glimmered in the sky.

The witch muttered the curse, closed her eyes, and felt her power soar over the earth, over the sea, through the kingdom, and into the cradle of the sleeping twin girls, identical except for their eyes, one with silver, the other gold.

From that moment on, the sun and the moon were never again seen together in the sky.

Title Borrowed From: Bertram’s Blog