Life has thrown me a curve ball and, yet again, I want to kill it. ><
The little kitten I was taking care of died. It lasted a week and passed in it's sleep. Goddess, I cried like a baby. I wanted desperately for the cat to survive. Androlite was sad, too. We mourned together.
Speaking of Androlite, we've been working on "The Dark Hour Chronicles" for the past two weeks and things are MOVING! When I say moving, I mean my muse has been working overtime! She even works when I'm asleep! *pets her*
Winter: That's just how I roll! ^_____^
Me: Now, don't get too cocky. You usually only work when I'm at work or asleep. Start working when I'm awake.
Winter: YOU IGNORE ME!
Me: Moving on...
While I should be working on the first book that features Avant and Abigail, I've been focusing on the 4th and 5th book. Sebastian and Viktoria (Book 4) are so much fun to write and Tabitha and Xouren (Book 5) are SO ANGSTY!! I started writing to Book 4 tonight. I do love it so far.
Androlite will probably yell at me for starting that late, but oh well. I write what my muse wants me to write. I am a slave to her will.
Winter: And I'm a bitch like that.
I've been fooling around with yWriter and it's helped organize things. Well, to a point it's helped. I still haven't figured it all out yet. It's complicating, but easy at the same time.
I really need to be going to bed. I have to take Cowpatty back to the vet today. Her poor body is so worn out and her vagina is swollen. It worries me. I hope that they don't have to put her down.
Happy reading and writing!
-Winter Yuy
Monday, May 16, 2011
Monday, May 9, 2011
Update
Welp, I've been writing a pretty good bit here lately, but not enough. I saw something on an image that said I need to "make a writing schedule" so I think I'm going to look into that. Now, with that said, I may find it hard to accomplish this new "schedule" because of my work and, well, I do enjoy sleeping most of the day away. I will try, though, just so I can say that I gave it a shot.
Writing on a schedule also has it's bad points. Sometimes I don't really feel like writing. I have to be in a mood and that's usually when I'm at work or away from something to write on. I suppose I need to start carrying a notebook and pen with me. ^^
As far as writing, I've written to my fanfic with Missy ("Sweet Afflictions" for Ronin Warriors) and I've been working on a piece for a friend about Ana and Legato's meetings in the "Everlnd" world. She requested it (more like demanded? lol) so I couldn't say no. I was actually thinking about doing it anyway. So, she essentially pushed me forwards.
"The Dark Hour Chronicles" is coming along...slowly. Androlite, her husband, and I are working out all of the kinks in the plot, adding characters, and what not. It's slower than I wanted it to be, but that's okay. Well, it wouldn't be slow if we could all focus on writing when we are together. It's bad that we all have ADD. Publishers wouldn't want us around. XD
I re-watched the entire second season of "Magic Knight Rayearth" (CLEFxUMI FTW!!!) and I cried like a baby. That shows brings back so many awesome memories of high school when I only had three friends (Charity, Michelle, and Jessica) that meant the world to me. We were inseparable, but...well, Charity is the only one I'm friends with now. The other two are bitches.
Anyways, I went searching on FF.net last night to read some MKR fanfiction and THERE WAS HARDLY ANY NEW ONES! UGH! It was such a good series. I don't understand why people can't write good fanfics for a series that deserves it. -_-;; I guess next time.
One of my cats had a prolapsed vagina last week so I had to take her to the vet. She had six kittens and all of them died except for one. I felt so bad for her. The visit took 200 dollars out of my pocket I didn't have, but I had to. She's one of my babies. Now that she can't produce milk, I'm tending to her baby. It's difficult at times, but well worth it.
I suppose that is the end of this blog. I'm going to try and feed this kitten a little bit then head to bed! Night all! <3
Writing on a schedule also has it's bad points. Sometimes I don't really feel like writing. I have to be in a mood and that's usually when I'm at work or away from something to write on. I suppose I need to start carrying a notebook and pen with me. ^^
As far as writing, I've written to my fanfic with Missy ("Sweet Afflictions" for Ronin Warriors) and I've been working on a piece for a friend about Ana and Legato's meetings in the "Everlnd" world. She requested it (more like demanded? lol) so I couldn't say no. I was actually thinking about doing it anyway. So, she essentially pushed me forwards.
"The Dark Hour Chronicles" is coming along...slowly. Androlite, her husband, and I are working out all of the kinks in the plot, adding characters, and what not. It's slower than I wanted it to be, but that's okay. Well, it wouldn't be slow if we could all focus on writing when we are together. It's bad that we all have ADD. Publishers wouldn't want us around. XD
I re-watched the entire second season of "Magic Knight Rayearth" (CLEFxUMI FTW!!!) and I cried like a baby. That shows brings back so many awesome memories of high school when I only had three friends (Charity, Michelle, and Jessica) that meant the world to me. We were inseparable, but...well, Charity is the only one I'm friends with now. The other two are bitches.
Anyways, I went searching on FF.net last night to read some MKR fanfiction and THERE WAS HARDLY ANY NEW ONES! UGH! It was such a good series. I don't understand why people can't write good fanfics for a series that deserves it. -_-;; I guess next time.
One of my cats had a prolapsed vagina last week so I had to take her to the vet. She had six kittens and all of them died except for one. I felt so bad for her. The visit took 200 dollars out of my pocket I didn't have, but I had to. She's one of my babies. Now that she can't produce milk, I'm tending to her baby. It's difficult at times, but well worth it.
I suppose that is the end of this blog. I'm going to try and feed this kitten a little bit then head to bed! Night all! <3
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
A deep sigh of relief as the sun goes down
Lately I've been really uptight and stressed out over a lot of different things in my life. School, work, family, relationships, and the price of gasoline. It seems that lately even the small things have gotten so big. I can't see around them to what is important. Then I heard a voice. It wasn't from God or the Devil or the God or Goddess, it was just a reminder. A lesson of life I lost when I grew up.
"When the sun goes down eventually it will rise again."
I've been so preoccupied by people and opinions and tragedies happening all over the world, including those near my home, that I've found myself wishing for the silence of a hummingbird's wings. In the times of the crusades it is rumored that some people in search of religious cleansing would spend a year in silence. Imagine the thunderous clamor of a pen scratching paper would be during that time and now a pen scratching paper is as close to silence as you can get.
Lately, I feel that I have been a slave to my own anger. It's like I'm angry because toothpicks won't hold up a train track. What do I do when the train's coming? I've decided to give up on toothpicks and concentrate on the larger, stronger, more positive side of my personality and let the train take care of itself.
Being polite can take years off of your life; especially when you're being polite for the wrong reasons. You wouldn't be polite to an axe murderer trying to kill you. Also, in a less serious sense, you wouldn't be polite to someone forcing their opinions on you either. I'm not a politician. I DO NOT have to please both sides of a dispute.
My life is changing today. I have never been considered "strictly religious" until my recent finding of Paganism, but I do believe in the wisdom of religious peace. Josh Billings once said, "Silence is one of the hardest arguments to refute."
Anger, jealousy, envy, spite, and malice will no longer be a part of my daily life. It is pointless to be polite just as it is pointless to be angry. From now on, my weapon against the worlds pressures will be...silence. I will NOT lay down for anyone to walk all over me, but I will NOT step on others for the satisfaction either. Some may call it indifference, rude, or even cowardice. Frankly, they can call it whatever they want as long as they call someone else to bitch about it.
I'm finished. It's over. The gloves are off! Not because I'm ready to punch someone, it's simply because I don't need them anymore. A friend once said, "It's always easier to see something when it's not happening to you." I have found this to be very true.
For most of my life, I have tried to figure out why people keep hurting my feelings when I'm just trying to be the best person that I can. Well, after putting a mirror to my own self image, I figured out why: I am a fan of anime, I do offer love unconditionally (sometimes to quickly), I love my family even through the arguments, and I forgive those who, by some standards, do not deserve to be forgiven, and I TRULY believe that everyone deserves a second chance.
True, I have been described as somewhat "clingy", but that will change. I have realized I do not need someone else's happiness to sustain me. I must find peace and happiness within myself. It seems the easiest way to do that is to just be...myself.
I may loose friends over this post or over my new attitude to the world, but frankly a real friend is one who walks in when the rest of the world walks out. If you know me and you want to walk out--go. This is not anger or hurt feelings.
It's an invitation.
"He who does not understand your silence will probably not understand your words." - Elbert Hubbard.
~~Winter Yuy
"When the sun goes down eventually it will rise again."
I've been so preoccupied by people and opinions and tragedies happening all over the world, including those near my home, that I've found myself wishing for the silence of a hummingbird's wings. In the times of the crusades it is rumored that some people in search of religious cleansing would spend a year in silence. Imagine the thunderous clamor of a pen scratching paper would be during that time and now a pen scratching paper is as close to silence as you can get.
Lately, I feel that I have been a slave to my own anger. It's like I'm angry because toothpicks won't hold up a train track. What do I do when the train's coming? I've decided to give up on toothpicks and concentrate on the larger, stronger, more positive side of my personality and let the train take care of itself.
Being polite can take years off of your life; especially when you're being polite for the wrong reasons. You wouldn't be polite to an axe murderer trying to kill you. Also, in a less serious sense, you wouldn't be polite to someone forcing their opinions on you either. I'm not a politician. I DO NOT have to please both sides of a dispute.
My life is changing today. I have never been considered "strictly religious" until my recent finding of Paganism, but I do believe in the wisdom of religious peace. Josh Billings once said, "Silence is one of the hardest arguments to refute."
Anger, jealousy, envy, spite, and malice will no longer be a part of my daily life. It is pointless to be polite just as it is pointless to be angry. From now on, my weapon against the worlds pressures will be...silence. I will NOT lay down for anyone to walk all over me, but I will NOT step on others for the satisfaction either. Some may call it indifference, rude, or even cowardice. Frankly, they can call it whatever they want as long as they call someone else to bitch about it.
I'm finished. It's over. The gloves are off! Not because I'm ready to punch someone, it's simply because I don't need them anymore. A friend once said, "It's always easier to see something when it's not happening to you." I have found this to be very true.
For most of my life, I have tried to figure out why people keep hurting my feelings when I'm just trying to be the best person that I can. Well, after putting a mirror to my own self image, I figured out why: I am a fan of anime, I do offer love unconditionally (sometimes to quickly), I love my family even through the arguments, and I forgive those who, by some standards, do not deserve to be forgiven, and I TRULY believe that everyone deserves a second chance.
True, I have been described as somewhat "clingy", but that will change. I have realized I do not need someone else's happiness to sustain me. I must find peace and happiness within myself. It seems the easiest way to do that is to just be...myself.
I may loose friends over this post or over my new attitude to the world, but frankly a real friend is one who walks in when the rest of the world walks out. If you know me and you want to walk out--go. This is not anger or hurt feelings.
It's an invitation.
"He who does not understand your silence will probably not understand your words." - Elbert Hubbard.
~~Winter Yuy
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
Writing, TMI FST, and tidbits
HI GUYS! <3
I haven't updated in a while. My bad. ^^ Things have been crazy and I work constantly. In between reading, writing, working, and other misc projects I haven't had time to do anything and I apologize. :(
I've been working on a massive FST (fan soundtrack) for Cassandra Clare's “The Mortal Instruments” series for the first three books City of Bones, City of Ashes, and City of Glass. When I say “massive” I mean massive. So much epic music on this thing it's gonna rock some socks off. Some of the artists include Within Temptation, Nightwish, and several others. Oh yeah. ^_____^
As for writing, I've been discussing with my people that help me about my Everlnd series. Daddy and I have decided how the Gryffon's Spire will effect each race on Everlnd. We've also found out what the Spire will hold on each race (Sprites [Fire, River, Sun, Forrest], Elv [Light, Dark, Rogue], Harlequin, Ednorite, Grimvore, Pranasyphon, and Anathyte) for that outcome to occur. We done a little work on Noxterra (bad ass bitch. XD) and her views. When we created Noxterra, he made her in a way that I didn't understand, but now I do. People will love her...or hate her.
While I'm talking about Everlnd, I'm also stuck for what genre I want to write this for. The bigger types of books these days tend to be Paranormal Romance and Young Adult, but...I don't know if I could make Everlnd in either of these categories because it doesn't quite fit into PR and the sexual undertones are TOO much for YA. Daddy said that I should just write it and see where it goes. I suppose I should do as he says. No point in worrying about something that hasn't even been written. XD
Androlite Writes and I (with her husband) have also been working on the Paranormal Romance series we've created called The Dark Hour Chronicles. We've gotten some of the first book written, but the big things we've gotten out of the way are our main characters, antagonists, protagonists, and what we generally want to happen in each book. I cannot wait to get down and dirty and really get this project into gear (but I'm going to try to mostly work on Everlnd since it is muh baby).
I've also been very beside myself with the tragedy that occurred in Japan. I'm a HUGE fan of anime and manga and the type of person that fangirls over that particular lifestyle so it's hit me hard as well. I hope that everyone is keeping them in their thoughts and prayers! I know I pray to the God and Goddess for all of them to be well and also for safe passage for the souls to the other side. I also donated (yay me!!) and I hope everyone reading this has as well.
Well, ladies and gents; readers and writers, that is it for the update. I should be posting the FST for the TMI fans (and Cassie Clare) here in a couple of days or a week at the most.
Until then, stay safe everyone!
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
Writing: Character Depth and Story Plot
I was discussing something with my daddy tonight about my upcoming novel series Everlnd and we got to talking about character depth and how people relate to them.
I'm twenty-five and I've been reading and writing since I was knee high to a grasshoppers ass. My first little story was about leprechauns and trolls (laugh because it's funny). Then, I switched to poetry. In 2000, I started writing fanfiction for anime (my earlier works were horrible).
In between all that awesome action, I read anything I could get my hands on. From the encyclopedia to A Tale of Two Cities (I wanted to die by the end of it), and character depth was always one thing I looked for.
I've realized that in all of my years of book reading, people relate to characters who have seen the same troubles that they have or are a part of something they are going through. As writers, we all base our characters on some dark aspect of ourselves that no one knows. Deep down inside, we all want people to relate to us in some way.
Daemon Sadi's heartbreak at losing his beloved Jaenelle Angelline made us bawl like babies (Queen of Shadows by Anne Bishop). Conrad Wroth's desire for seeing Naomi Laress in the flesh for the first time drove us to feel it with him (Dark Needs at Night's Edge by Kresely Cole). When Edward Cullen proposed to Bella Swan we all screamed with delight (Eclipse by Stephanie Meyer [I'm actually not a big fan of this book series or author]). Jace Wayland's undying love for Clary Fray/Morgenstern was so intense that we didn't care if they were siblings and just wanted them to get down and dirty (Mortal Instruments series by Cassandra Clare).
When I read, I want to feel such rage at the antagonist that I punch the book or randomly curse. I want to cry when the characters cry, to feel happy when they feel happy. I want to experience everything that they feel because, even if they are fictional, they are REAL to us.
When I write, I want my audience to gasp and choke on their breaths when my characters interact with others or themselves. I desire to captivate people not just with my world, but with the people that populate it. That's why in Everlnd, my vampires aren't vampires; my werewolves aren't werewolves. Everything on old myths and legends have been twisted into something completely new. My characters are headstrong (Aku and Rune), self doubting (Ana), loving (Dezmon and Daymian), and dark (Noxterra).
Once again, my fellow writers, I say that character depth is an important part to a good novel of any kind. Characters go hand-in-hand with the actual story plot. You can't have awesome characters and a horrible story or vise versa.
I'm going to touch on this universe because it's really the only one I can think of. Yes, I actually hate this storyverse, but it's okay.
Stephanie Meyer became famous not because she wrote a tragic story about a vampire and werewolf falling in love with a human, but because she twisted the myths. As I stated before, I'm not a fan of her or her work, but I respect it because she's unique. Vampires couldn't go out in the sun not because they would burn, but because their skin reflected the sun in a display of brilliant diamonds.
The story, itself, made me want to gag. The first book was...okay, but after that it went downhill. Bella Swan is such a butcher for men that she'll do anything for them. The only real characters I liked in that whole series was probably Alice or Rosalie.
But, aside from myself, others loved this world that Miss Meyer had created because of it's difference in the myths. Some people look down on her that her vampires sparkle (that doesn't bother me), but that's okay. That's how she wanted them to be. If people would only realize that's what made her famous! It wasn't because she was a phenomenal writing (far from it), but because her world was different than that of the norm with vamps and werewolves.
Since then, I've seen so many books on vampires and werewolves that I can barely stand to read them anymore.
The average Joe could become a writer, but what it takes it being unique about it. For example, in high school my English teacher made us play the "gossip game". It started out like this:
"A cat ran across the road."
By the time it reached the end of the class:
"So, I saw this cat go across the road, right? It was dodging traffic and jumping on top of cars. Then, this other cat appeared to attack it, but this cat had pure ninja skills and totally pwned that other cat. Oh, and it done all this while carrying a small kitten!”
Remember, anyone can tell a story, but it takes a certain type of person to tell a story that gripes readers and pulls them into their world.
I'm twenty-five and I've been reading and writing since I was knee high to a grasshoppers ass. My first little story was about leprechauns and trolls (laugh because it's funny). Then, I switched to poetry. In 2000, I started writing fanfiction for anime (my earlier works were horrible).
In between all that awesome action, I read anything I could get my hands on. From the encyclopedia to A Tale of Two Cities (I wanted to die by the end of it), and character depth was always one thing I looked for.
I've realized that in all of my years of book reading, people relate to characters who have seen the same troubles that they have or are a part of something they are going through. As writers, we all base our characters on some dark aspect of ourselves that no one knows. Deep down inside, we all want people to relate to us in some way.
Daemon Sadi's heartbreak at losing his beloved Jaenelle Angelline made us bawl like babies (Queen of Shadows by Anne Bishop). Conrad Wroth's desire for seeing Naomi Laress in the flesh for the first time drove us to feel it with him (Dark Needs at Night's Edge by Kresely Cole). When Edward Cullen proposed to Bella Swan we all screamed with delight (Eclipse by Stephanie Meyer [I'm actually not a big fan of this book series or author]). Jace Wayland's undying love for Clary Fray/Morgenstern was so intense that we didn't care if they were siblings and just wanted them to get down and dirty (Mortal Instruments series by Cassandra Clare).
When I read, I want to feel such rage at the antagonist that I punch the book or randomly curse. I want to cry when the characters cry, to feel happy when they feel happy. I want to experience everything that they feel because, even if they are fictional, they are REAL to us.
When I write, I want my audience to gasp and choke on their breaths when my characters interact with others or themselves. I desire to captivate people not just with my world, but with the people that populate it. That's why in Everlnd, my vampires aren't vampires; my werewolves aren't werewolves. Everything on old myths and legends have been twisted into something completely new. My characters are headstrong (Aku and Rune), self doubting (Ana), loving (Dezmon and Daymian), and dark (Noxterra).
Once again, my fellow writers, I say that character depth is an important part to a good novel of any kind. Characters go hand-in-hand with the actual story plot. You can't have awesome characters and a horrible story or vise versa.
I'm going to touch on this universe because it's really the only one I can think of. Yes, I actually hate this storyverse, but it's okay.
Stephanie Meyer became famous not because she wrote a tragic story about a vampire and werewolf falling in love with a human, but because she twisted the myths. As I stated before, I'm not a fan of her or her work, but I respect it because she's unique. Vampires couldn't go out in the sun not because they would burn, but because their skin reflected the sun in a display of brilliant diamonds.
The story, itself, made me want to gag. The first book was...okay, but after that it went downhill. Bella Swan is such a butcher for men that she'll do anything for them. The only real characters I liked in that whole series was probably Alice or Rosalie.
But, aside from myself, others loved this world that Miss Meyer had created because of it's difference in the myths. Some people look down on her that her vampires sparkle (that doesn't bother me), but that's okay. That's how she wanted them to be. If people would only realize that's what made her famous! It wasn't because she was a phenomenal writing (far from it), but because her world was different than that of the norm with vamps and werewolves.
Since then, I've seen so many books on vampires and werewolves that I can barely stand to read them anymore.
The average Joe could become a writer, but what it takes it being unique about it. For example, in high school my English teacher made us play the "gossip game". It started out like this:
"A cat ran across the road."
By the time it reached the end of the class:
"So, I saw this cat go across the road, right? It was dodging traffic and jumping on top of cars. Then, this other cat appeared to attack it, but this cat had pure ninja skills and totally pwned that other cat. Oh, and it done all this while carrying a small kitten!”
Remember, anyone can tell a story, but it takes a certain type of person to tell a story that gripes readers and pulls them into their world.
Saturday, February 26, 2011
Eh
Been a while since I blogged. It was Androlite's idea that I create this blog, but with as much as I update my LiveJournal (hardly EVER!) she should know that I wouldn't be good at keeping this active. Oops. *sends you all hugs and cookies*
Life is difficult right now. I'm the only one working in my house so bills and money are tight. I've got all these awesome scenes and ideas in my head, but by the time I get home I'm too tired to write. *sighs* Sorry, again! </3
Androlite and I (with her fiance) have started working on a new paranormal romance. We have no idea what we're gonna call it, but she's already working on a website for it. Also, her novella Death by Nymph was sent off and I hope that it gets accepted. *crosses fingers for her*
As for my world, Everlnd is going as slow as ever. All of the key elements are in place, but I feel like I'm missing something. Hopefully I'll figure it out. I want everyone to meet my creations. ^^
The relationship I'm in also is putting a damper on my mood. *big sigh* I'm praying to the Goddess it all works out okay.
I'll try to update here within a couple of days. Going to try to do some research and/or write before bedtime.
Love to all!
Winter Yuy
Life is difficult right now. I'm the only one working in my house so bills and money are tight. I've got all these awesome scenes and ideas in my head, but by the time I get home I'm too tired to write. *sighs* Sorry, again! </3
Androlite and I (with her fiance) have started working on a new paranormal romance. We have no idea what we're gonna call it, but she's already working on a website for it. Also, her novella Death by Nymph was sent off and I hope that it gets accepted. *crosses fingers for her*
As for my world, Everlnd is going as slow as ever. All of the key elements are in place, but I feel like I'm missing something. Hopefully I'll figure it out. I want everyone to meet my creations. ^^
The relationship I'm in also is putting a damper on my mood. *big sigh* I'm praying to the Goddess it all works out okay.
I'll try to update here within a couple of days. Going to try to do some research and/or write before bedtime.
Love to all!
Winter Yuy
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
I'm being buried alive...
...by the stress in my life.
My sister ran away with my niece after she stole my mother's income tax money which was suppose to be used to catch up the bills in my house. Wow. Really? Molli, you are such a bitch. I want my Ava home.
I miss Ava so much. I woke up this morning expecting to hear her laughing, crying, and growling at something, but my soul shattered when I didn't. *le sigh*
But on the positive side, Androlite Writes, the man that butters her bread, and I have created a new world that is going to rock in the Paranormal Romance department.
Oh yeah. Who's your momma? Go on. Say it. Say it!! No...really, say it.
Winter: Maybe they don't wanna.
Me: Hush! You're my brain and muse. Get to work. *breaks out the whip*
Winter: *stares at it* I will give you a migraine.
Me: Oh, you...bitch...
My sister ran away with my niece after she stole my mother's income tax money which was suppose to be used to catch up the bills in my house. Wow. Really? Molli, you are such a bitch. I want my Ava home.
I miss Ava so much. I woke up this morning expecting to hear her laughing, crying, and growling at something, but my soul shattered when I didn't. *le sigh*
But on the positive side, Androlite Writes, the man that butters her bread, and I have created a new world that is going to rock in the Paranormal Romance department.
Oh yeah. Who's your momma? Go on. Say it. Say it!! No...really, say it.
Winter: Maybe they don't wanna.
Me: Hush! You're my brain and muse. Get to work. *breaks out the whip*
Winter: *stares at it* I will give you a migraine.
Me: Oh, you...bitch...
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