31.12.09

Last Minute Book Survey

Remember I said last post was my last post for 2009? Well, I was wrong. THIS is my last post for 2009. YA Highway is giving away Fire by Kristin Cashore. I really want to read that book, don't you? Well, if so, head over there and find out what you have to do.

BOOKS
  • Most imaginative: City of Bones by Cassandra Clare
  • Funniest: Audrey! Wait by Robin Benway
  • Scariest: Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte
  • Edgiest contemporary: Break by Hannah Moskowitz
  • Creepiest SF/dystopia:
  • Most evocative historical: Atonement by Ian McEwan
  • Best love story: Shiver by Maggie Stiefvater

SCENES
  • Most hilarious:
  • Scariest:
  • Most disturbing: The beginning of Break by Hannah Moskowitz
  • Steamiest: The make-out scenes between Jace & Clary and a couple of scenes in Blood Promise by Richelle Mead.
  • Most exciting:
  • Biggest tear-jerker: The scene where Grace almost lost Sam in Shiver.
  • Best plot twist/revelation (no spoilers!!):

CHARACTERS
  • Best couple: Jace and Clary from the Mortal Instrument series & Sam and Grace from Shiver by Maggie Stiefvater.
  • Who you'd want as your best friend: Sam from Shiver by Maggie Stiefvater
  • Who you fell in love with: Dmitri from Blood Promise by Richelle Mead, Sam from Shiver by Maggie Stiefvater, Jace & Simon from the Mortal Instrument series.
  • Worst (best?) villain: Valentine from the Mortal Instrument series
  • Best character twist (who you loved, then hated, or vice versa): Wyatt from Bleeding Violet by Dia Reeves. (It's coming out in 2010, but some scenes I felt like hugging Wyatt and then others I just wanted to slap him.)
  • Best character names: I didn't read the whole book and it's on sub, but I think the book with the best character names goes to City of Shadows by Kristin Otts.
  • Worst character names:
  • Favorite all-around kickass female: Rose Hathaway from the Vampire Academy series by Richelle Mead
  • Favorite all-around kickass male: Jace Wayland from the Mortal Instrument series
MISCELLANEOUS
  • Best book cover: Shiver by Maggie Stiefvater I love how simple this cover is and I especially like the red dot in the center. It's a small ball of warmth, in a world full of coldness.
  • Best title: Beautiful Creatures by Kami Garcia & Margaret Stohl
  • Most memorable voice: Break by Hannah Moskowitz
  • Most memorable first line: Break by Hannah Moskowitz
  • Best setting: the Mortal Instrument series by Cassandra Clare
  • Most beautiful writing: Shiver by Maggie Stiefvater

LAST BUT NOT LEAST...
  • Will any of the books you've read in 2009 make your life list of Favorite Books?

(I'll finish this later)
30.12.09

Saying Goodbye to 2009 and Hello to 2010

Saying Goodbye to 2009 and Hello to 2010

So we are counting down to the new year. And guys, it is almost here. *squeals* It's still so hard to believe. But before I say goodbye to 2009, I want to talk about all the memorable things that happened this year, all the things I loved about this year, so this may be a HUGE post.


1. MUSIC

Music is important to me, in so many ways. Without it I think I would go CRAZY. Seriously.

So, in no particular order, here's a list of songs that I LOVED in 2009:

  1. Two is Better Than One by Boys Like Girls ft. Taylor Swift.
  2. All the Right Moves by One Republic
  3. I Will Not Bow by Breaking Benjamin
  4. Run This Town by Jay-Z ft. Rihanna & Kanye West
  5. Meet Me on the Equinox by Death Cab for Cutie
  6. Meet Me Halfway by Black Eyed Peas
  7. Whaddya Want From Me by Adam Lambert
  8. Bad Romance by Lady Gaga
  9. Fade Away by Breaking Benjamin
  10. Ignorance by Paramore
There's a lot more songs that were awesome in 2009, but those are the 10 that I listen to a lot when I'm writing or just because I feel like listening to it.

2. MIRROR, MIRROR


This was my NaNo novel. The first idea to make it past 14,000 words in a long long time. Before November, I thought I was a failure. I thought that I was the worst writer in the world because I couldn't finish a novel. I felt like I wasn't dedicated enough to be a writer, but I did it. I wrote a novel. No, it is not near being finished but I found characters that speak to me, characters I will love and cherish. I just started editing it a couple of days ago and even though it's going slowly, it's going well. I hope I will be able to finish it in 2010.

Also I want to say that I just love Kendall. Her voice never leaves me. I know her as well as my own self and without her I don't think I would be able to finish this novel.

3. MY AW PEEPS


I joined Absolute Write back in June. Before then I had already been a member of YWS (Young Writers Society) for two years, and I loved that site to pieces. I've made a lot of good online friends, helped other writers become better at their writing, and I just loved being there, but the site was changing, and I felt like I was changing. So I left. And I ventured onto a site called Absolute Write, not knowing what to expect. I was so scared, and I didn't know what to do. I felt like a little fish in ENORMOUS pond. But then I stumbled onto the Young Adult forum and I have been there ever since.

I thank God for giving me the chance to know such lovely people. You don't know how much you guys mean to me. I have grown as a writer, as a person, because of you guys.

In no particular order, I would like to think: Becca, Sushi, Amna, Red, Bailey, Choco, Emilia, Ink, Krista, Hound, Kathleen, Sarah, Selena and Serena, Laurie, free cashews, Static Void, Margo, Sandy, Snow, MA, Kody, Karla, Chan, Laura, paranormal chick, Lily, Horserider, Elusive, Steph, Vroth, Lia, Parametric, Jamie B, Ad, half.jaded., J.S. Wood, Vero, and if I missed anyone I am so sorry. I just want to thank all my twifties and everyone at the OPWFT forum for getting me through 2009, for helping my writing better, my voice stronger. I couldn't have gotten through 2009 without you guys, and I wish all of you a Happy New Year.

4. BOOKS

Books are my life. I'd rather stay at home, curled up on the couch, my nose stuffed in a book than be outside braving the world. It's sad, but true. When I read, I am spirited away to another world. Well, that's only if the book I read is written so well that I can't put it down.

In no particular order, here are some books that blew me away in 2009:

  1. Shiver by Maggie Stiefvater.
  2. Break by Hannah Moskowitz
  3. Bleeding Violet by Dia Reeves (It's coming out in 2010, so look out for this book.)
  4. The Mortal Instrument series by Cassandra Clare
  5. Hush, Hush by Becca Fitzpatrick
  6. Blood Promise by Richelle Mead
  7. Along for the Ride by Sarah Dessen
5. MYSELF

Haha, I don't mean to be conceited but I did love myself this year. I'm a year older, a year wiser and I've managed to survive a school I hate for almost a whole year. So that's something to love about 2009, right?


I'm sure I'm forgetting something, but I think this is it for now. This will be my LAST post before the New Year. Isn't that exciting?

Oh, one thing I do want to mention is: BE SAFE. No, I'm not going all Edward Cullen on you guys, I just don't want you partying too hard, and losing your minds. Drink responsively and just have fun. I mean, it's NEW YEARS EVE. *ahem*







Ready for the New Year ?

I am NOT ready. Because the New Year to means, I have to go back to school and I have work on resolving my resolutions. I fail at that every year, but this year, this year is going to be different.

Here are some of my resolutions:

  • Finish Mirror, Mirror: I have to finish this book. I HAVE to. I need to finish editing it and fixing up the plot holes and I have actually finish it. So this book is going to massive once I get through with it. Who knows if it will ever be query-able, but at least I'll have one decent novel under my belt.
  • Exercise more: I've become less active and I really didn't intend to, it's just after I get home from school I'm spent. Seriously, school is like a huge energy-drainer. But it will be the Spring time soon and I can go on walks. I can do a lot more moving around than I do now.
  • Read more: My library is so small compared to my mom's. She has like four bookcases full of books and I only have one two shelves, which is not good. I'm going to demand that she buys me more books. Let's see how that works out for me.
  • Get a job: Okay, I don't know if I mentioned my dilemma. I can't get a job because I'm 15 and nobody will hire me. I wanted to work at my local grocery store but I need to be 16 in order to get the job. Which is not fair, because I want to make my own money. I want to be able to actually have something in my wallet other than my school ID and some loose change.
  • Write another book: I want to start something new right after I finish polishing MM. I have so many ideas and I don't want to abandon them. So if I finish another book in this year, I'll be beyond happy.

My New Year's Resolution list seems amazingly short, but these are HUGE resolutions. I might add to this list later on but now these are the things I'm focusing on.

How about you? What are your New Year's Resolutions?
29.12.09

Teaser Tuesday

I had no idea what I was going to post today. I didn't know it was Tuesday, til I went to go look at my calender. This vacation is going by way too fast. *cries*

But I have been writing A LOT. This both scares and excites. I'm supposed to be editing and I keep letting the voices in my head take over.

Which is seriously not good. I need to edit, edit, edit, edit. So because I need to get in to the editing mood, here's the new beginning to Mirror, Mirror.

***

We can run away together.


Low's words played over and over in my head, as I tried to cover up my black eye. He always thought he had the solution to everything. But the truth was he didn't.

You needed a problem to have a solution, and there wasn't a problem. I was happy where I was. Low didn't see that. He didn't want to see that.

That was his problem, though, not mine.

Knock, knock, knock. "Ken, you in there?"

Candi. She didn't need to see me like this, all bruised and broken.

I prayed to God that the concealer was enough to hide my mistakes, and opened the door.

Candi was all brown eyes and a giant smile.

"There you are," she said, "I've been looking all over for you."

"I just needed to freshen up," I replied, my lips pulling up at the corners. It didn't quite touch my eyes. You could cover up a black eye, but you couldn't cover up pain.

Candi frowned.

"What happened?" she asked.

"Nothing."

"Kendall." Her voice was firm and motherly, even though she was only a year older than me.

I tucked one of her long, thick braids behind her ear. "You look beautiful tonight."

"Don't try to change the subject," she said.

"But you do look beautiful." Candi was the type of girl to wear baggy jeans and T-shirts that drowned out her figure. But tonight she was wearing a white dress.

It flowed to her knees and clung to her waist like a glove. She looked like an angel. My guardian angel. Nothing got past her.

"Did Kip hit you?" Her coffee bean eyes, grew darker, more serious.

"It was my fault," I breathed.

"Oh, Ken." She pulled me into her arms, but I didn't want comfort. I didn't need it. If people would just let me, I could be strong.

"I'm fine." I held her at arms length, and I could tell she didn't believe me.

"Nothing is your fault." Candi picked up the roll of toilet paper, and tore a piece off.

"Everything is my fault. I ruin everything."

She didn't agree to that, but she didn't disagree either.

"Kip doesn't have a right to hit you." She started dabbing at my eye.

I kept my mouth shut. Candi didn't understand. She would never understand.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"You caked way too much of this junk on your face. It looks unnatural."

"It looks better than what's underneath."

"No matter how hard you try, you're not going to be able to hide this."

"It hurts," I said, tears stinging my eyes. She tried patting it lightly, but the pain wasn't there, it was in my heart.

"I wish you'd tell me what happened."

I didn't mean to cry, but I couldn't contain the rain any longer. Candi stood there looking at me, knowing that all I needed was my space. I didn't need her comfort, but I needed her. She stood there looking at me, all the comfort she could give me in her eyes.

When the storm was over, she made me wash my face. I could feel the water washing over my cheeks, my closed eyelids, but the paths my tears had traveled were still there. I could feel them. They were engraved in my skin. They were yet another thing I couldn't make go away.

I made the mistake of looking in the mirror. My reflection was so ugly. I looked so weak.

Candi gripped my shoulders and turned me around, so I was facing her.

"You're not ugly. And you're not weak."

"I didn't realize I was voicing my thoughts," I said.

"You weren't. I can see it on your face. Don't let Kip turn you into this."

"Kip's not turning me into anything."

Her eyes looked glossy in the bathroom light, but she didn't say anything. She picked up the concealer, and started to lightly apply more. When she was done, she fixed my bangs so that it covered my eye.

"There, that looks better," she said, softly.

It did look better. The bruise was completely covered up, but I could see it. I would always see it. Every time I looked at my reflection, every time I looked at Kip.

"You look beautiful tonight," Candi said, leaning her head on my shoulder.

"You're just saying that to make me feel better."

"No, I'm not. Besides, I think Low would say the same thing once he sees you."

I shrugged away from her.

She sighed,"Low is a nice guy. You should give him a chance."

"He's not my type," I muttered.

"And Kip is?" Candi asked, bitterly.

I didn't answer her. She took that as yes. Kip was my type. He would always be my type.
25.12.09

Merry Christmas!


I want to wish everyone who is reading this a Merry Christmas!

I hope you are enjoying time with your family and listening to all the great holiday songs.

I already opened my presents. Some people might think it's a bit too early for that, but Christmas is different in my house.

For years my Mom has had to work on Christmas and so I never really had a real Christmas with a tree, lights and a huge dinner.

I got my presents either the day before or the day after. When I was a little kid, I used to have to make up my Christmas for kids who would ask me what I did. And to make things worse, we always had to write about what we did for a warm-up in English class.

This year, I am happy to say my Mom is home for Christmas. I don't believe in lights or decorations or even a tree, but she's home for Christmas and we're going to spend the rest of the day cooking up the rest of the food.

And then we're going to watch Christmas movies, eat cake, and drink hot chocolate. So my Christmas has been very laid back so far. Nothing too strenuous, nothing too glamorous.

As for gifts, I got a lot more than I asked for, which is great. It was stuff I really needed, which is also great.

But my favorite gifts are the books. I got Beautiful Creatures, Jellicoe Road, Break (finally!) Ballad by Maggie Stiefvater, and Cracked Up To Be by Courtney Summers.

So as you can see, I'm going to be busy reading over my break.

I hope everyone else is having a great Christmas. Be sure to stay safe and warm.
22.12.09

Teaser Tuesday

This is yet another snip from Playing the Field. There is a lot of swearing in this post. My MC has a dirty mouth.


***

They thought it was funny that Shelley, the good girl, the straight-A student, the President of the tenth grade, had a baby. She was a chubby-faced red head who liked reading Manga and watching reruns of The Golden Girls and yet-she lost her virginity to only God knows who and became pregnant and was now a mother.

Yeah, it was all so very funny. So funny, that I forgot to laugh.

I held my breath, as we made our way to the double doors that led to the football field. A golden light streamed in through the window, illuminating the table that sat right in front of our escape route.

Guys who couldn't keep their dicks in their pants wanted to sit at this table. Girls who were jealous-hearted, but eager to be apart of the in-crowd wanted to sit at this table. It seemed like everyone in this school wanted to sit at this table. Everyone except me and Marnie and anyone else who hated the Lipsticks.

Teachers and parents thought they were angels. Anyone who couldn't look past their plastic smiles, their pretty faces, and their large trust funds, thought they were goddesses. The bright sunlight streaming in through the window made them seem celestial, but looks could be deceiving.

They are deceiving.

The Lipsticks were demons sent from my own personal Hell. I could feel my free hand curling into a fist as we moved past them.

"Stop looking at them," Marnie ordered, but I couldn't help it. I wanted my glare to incinerate if not all three of them, then just one.

Carmen Rivera.

She was checking her lipstick in the mirror, when one of her flunkies said something to her. Kaitlin. I never really talked to her, but I could tell she was another Carmen. She dressed like her, sat the same way as her, and even had her hair clipped back like her. She used to be a blond and now her hair was a dark, chocolate brown. Just like Carmen's.

It was amazing what one girl could do to a school. Carmen had everyone wrapped around her little, manicured finger. Everyone except me.

She looked up and around at me. Her gaze was just as sharp. A smirk twisted up her full pink lips, and then she scooted out from the table and stood up.

Smoothing out her short, short skirt, she moved towards us.

"Come on," Marnie said.

"You can go on. I just want to talk to her."

Marnie turned to stone at my side, "Why the fuck do you want to talk to that bitch?"

"I want to hear what she has to say for herself."

"You think she told?"

I didn't answer her. She took that as a yes.

A strong floral scent filled my nose as Carmen stopped a few inches in front of me. She folded her arms across her chest, and turned her head, so that a long strand of hair was flicked out of her eyes.

"Hello, Darcy." Even her voice was obnoxiously sweet.

"Carmen," I said, bitterly.
21.12.09

Official Kissing Day

So, according to Elana Johnson, it is the official kissing day. If you want you can go around and start kissing people, but I'd rather just post a kissing scene from one of my novels, especially since it's flu season.

If you are participating, please leave a link to your kissing scene.

This scene is from Playing the Field


"What happened was a..." Bradly started.

"Was a mistake?" The words burned my tongue. I fought back the tears burning in my eyes.

Bradley closed his eyes and sighed. Coward. He couldn't even look at me.

"That's not what I was..."

"Then what were you going to say?" The tears started burning paths down my cheeks. "Come on, spit it out, Hart. Tell me that what we have is stupid and worthless. Tell me you hate me more than anything in this world. I want to hear you say that this was all..."

He pushed me back against the wall, his large muscular frame, on my small one. I felt weak and defenseless. A part of me needed his warmth, his nearness, but the other part of me just wanted to be rid of it for good.

Bradley stared at me, a tired look in his eyes. His lips trembled, and I thought he would start crying. But that was preposterous. He didn't cry. Bradley Hart was too self-righteous, too rough-edged to cry or show emotion.

"I hate you," he whispered, "I hate everything about you. I hate.." His words were swallowed whole by my lips.

I was ready to be rejected. I knew I was going to be rejected. In a matter of seconds, Bradley was going to push me away and walk out of my life forever. It was what I wanted.

It was also what I didn't want. But I needed his kiss.

I needed to feel his lips on my lips for one last time.

My heart raced, as he kissed me back. At first his lips moved against mines gently, tenderly, as if he were afraid to break me.

I reached for his hands in the darkness, and situated them on my hips. I looked into his eyes, reassuring him, guiding him.

He kissed me harder, and soon I couldn't tell where my body began and where his ended.
20.12.09

Review: Bleeding Violets by Dia Reeves ***


Ratings: 4 out of 5


Summary


Love can be a dangerous thing...

Hanna simply wants to be loved. With a head plagued by hallucinations, a medicine cabinet full of pills, and a closet stuffed with frilly, violet dresses, Hanna's tired of being the outcast, the weird girl, the freak. So she runs away to Portero, Texas in search of a new home.

But Portero is a stranger town than Hanna expects. As she tries to make a place for herself, she discovers dark secrets that would terrify any normal soul. Good thing for Hanna, she's far from normal.

As this crazy girl meets an even crazier town, only two things are certain: Anything can happen and no one is safe.




Review

I learned about this book from the Tenners, a group of authors whose books are being published in 2010. I was so amazed by the premise and the title, that I searched the web continuously until I found out all I could about the book.

And then I saw the cover. Normally, I don't judge a book by the cover but I have to admit that it is certainly gorgeous. The way the colors swirl together, the way the title looks like it will slip away if you don't have a firm grip on it.

I had to read this book.

A week ago I had the chance to.

Honestly, I could not put this book down. As soon as I got home from school, I continued to read and when I finally finished the book today, I was like wow!

This truly was a great book. Not only is the book great, but it's certainly unique. I have never read anything in the vein of Bleeding Violet. Seriously, people are going to have a hard time comparing this book to Twilight.

Is it me, or doesn't every book that comes out where a girl falls in love with a supernatural boy eventually get compared to Twilight? It might just be me, but I'm telling you this book will not be compared to any other book out there.

First off, this is not your typical girl-meets-boy love story. The relationship between Hanna and Wyatt is real and honest and complicated. It's like a rollercoaster. It goes up and down, up and down, and just when you think they're going to crash, something happens and really, I've never read a love story like that.

Wyatt is a character with many different angles. You want to love him and you want to hate him. He has so many emotional battles and throughout the story he changes from this timid boy to a strong man.

As for Hanna, she is one of the craziest main characters I have ever encountered. She can seriously hold her own and some of the things she does in the novel will make you cringe.

She is wild and free and crazy and the way Miss Reeves constructs Hanna's character is amazing. At times you may be afraid of her and other times you really feel sorry for her.

Bleeding Violet may be a Young Adult novel but it is not for the faint of heart. I would suggest this book to more mature teens because of the nature of some of the things Hanna does and because of the amount of sexual tension in the book.

Otherwise, it was a very thrilling read. The prose was beautiful. Dia Reeves has a very poetic, dark way of writing and there are so many twist in turns in the novel that will keep you on the edge of your seat.

I gave this book a four out of five because I felt that some of the minor characters could have been developed better, and at times too much was going on that it was hard to figure out what was happening, but at the end everything tied together and I really enjoyed reading Bleeding Violet despite it's minor flaws.


*** So, I decided that maybe I'm not ready to start a book blog. I might still start one someday in the future, but maybe just not now.

Either way, I still want to review books and so I guess I'll just post the books that I review here. I think it might be cool to intersperse writing post with reading post.

Thanks everyone for your suggestions! I'll keep them in mind when I'm ready to start a book review blog.

Book Review Blog

So I love looking at book reviewing blogs. I spend most of my time reading reviews and searching for giveaways. There are also some very awesome book review blogs like The Story Siren and In Which a Girl Reads, and if you don't follow those, you should follow them NOW.

But anyways, I want to start my own book reviewing blog. That may sound crazy and it is crazy to me because I hardly have time to write, with school and other things going on. But I think it would be fun and I love to share my opinions on books.

Plus, I am about to finish reading Bleeding Violet by Dia Reeves, which is an amazing book that I want to talk about. And I have reviewed books before, so I've been thinking about this for a long long time.

The only problem I have right now is that I don't know how to get started. I need a name and a cool background for the blog and there's so much to do!

I just really don't know how to get started.

So, that's where you guys come in. If you run a book blog and have some advice, I am all ears. Any advice or tips you can give me, will be fine.

Also what would you guys like to see on a book blog? I don't own a lot of books. But I have read everything from classic literature to YA books. I have a couple of reviews I did a while back that I can put up and...yeah, I really need help, so if you have any advice, just leave me a comment.

Thanks!
18.12.09

Hopes and Dreams

I was reading Kristin's blog post about this and I thought the question she was asked "What are your hopes for your writing?" was interesting, so I decided I wanted to answer it.

I never really thought about this question. I am all about thinking of the now, instead of what could happen, or what I want to happen, you know? But now that I have seen this question, I can't ignore it.

We all have hopes and dreams for many things in life. You hope that cute boy who sits in front of you says hi. You dream about becoming an architect or a movie star. The point is dreams can be big or small. They might not matter to other people, but they matter to you.

Sometimes dreams are just that, dreams. They may never come true, but that's okay. I believe things happen in life for a reason, but it would be wonderful if my following hopes and dreams for my writing became a reality:

1. I want to finish a book: I have so many WIPs, it's ridiculous. Even though I recently wrote a book, which won me NaNoWriMo, it's still not done. I want to be able to finish writing a book from beginning to the end. I want it to be edited to a T and polished until it shines under the moon. I don't care if that book is horrible. I don't care if it's not my best work. I just want to finish a book, so that I can learn from the mistakes I made and try again.

2. I want to be published: This has been my dream ever since I was little. When I was a little kid (7 years old) I used to think that every person who finished a book, got published. I didn't know about polishing or querying. I just loved writing and I loved to have other people read what I wrote. I don't care about the money. I just want other people to hold my book in their hands. I want them to see into my mind. I want them to love my characters, just as much as I do. Well, that's completely impossible, but you get the point.

And, okay, I won't lie. The money would be nice. I want to buy my mom a house of her own, someplace quiet and serene and beautiful. I want to travel the world (after college, of course) and so having money wouldn't be so bad. But being published, to me, is about sharing a story.

3. I want to help people: I can not be in more than one place at once. I wish I could be though. I wish I could hug someone's pain away. I wish I could tell someone that everything is going to be alright. I wish I could help a kid at school whose being verbally abused. I wish I could do so much. I used to think that I couldn't help people, because I am one person but with my words I can help. Words speak louder than actions. And if I can send a positive message through my writing, a message that can help or comfort people then I have succeeded.

4. I want fans: Being a huge Twilight fan, a Mortal Instruments fan, and a fangirl of many other things, I often wonder what it's like having screaming fans who stick by your side no matter what. It would be so cool to go to be signings or speak at schools.

5. I want my writing to be original and beautiful: I don't want my writing to be compared to any other authors. It would be flattering if I was compared to Maggie Stiefvater or Cassandra Clare, but I don't want people trying to compare my plot to something that has already been done. That would bruise my very small (seriously it's the size of a dot) ego. And then what would I do?

6. I want my writing to take over the world: Both literally and figuratively (physically too, if that were possible) But anyways, I want to see my book translated in different languages. I mean, that would be so freaking awesome! I want to be able to go on tours outside of the U.S.

7. I want a movie deal: So many YA books are being made into movies nowadays. And I want one too. Though movies aren't as good as the books it's kinda cool watching a book reenacted.

8. I want to meet people: Okay, this last one really isn't that important but still. I want to meet Neil Gaiman, Scott Westerfeld, John Green and Cassandra Clare. And if I have to write an awesome book for that dream to come true. I will write an extremely awesome book.

You just don't know how much I want to be published, how much I want to help people with my writing. I think I would be the happiest girl in the world if these two things happened.

But know that these are not my main priorities right now. I want to go to college and worry about my career. I want to enjoy life and if these dreams come true, I will be happy.

I know that it takes time and patience for dreams to come true. And even if they don't happen for me, I will still continue to write because it's what I love to do.

What about you? What are your hopes and dreams for your writing?
17.12.09

25 Facts About Me...

No, I am not conceited. If you must know, I hate talking about myself. So technically this should be 26 facts about me...but anyways, I needed something to post today and I saw someone else did this on their blog and I wanted to do it too.

I'm a horrible blogger, I know. So here we go...

1. I am an only child. Do I like being an only child? Yes and no. It's fun being able to have my own room and I like living in a peaceful house and I never have to fight over the remote or the bathroom, but it gets lonely sometimes. It would be nice to have a sister to talk to about clothes and boys and stuff. My mom has four siblings and whenever she tells me stories about her childhood I get really really jealous.

2. My favorite color is pink. And black. I wear more pink than anyone in my school. I swear I do. I don't do it intentionally, but whenever I go shopping I just happen to buy something pink. And I don't realize it until later. Of course, I wear a variety of other colors but pink is my favorite color and I wear it a lot.

3. My first book was about a girl who found a secret portal and entered a world full of magic. She discovered that she was a princess who could control fire and with help from some friends she meets, she goes on a quest to find her real parents. I was nine when I wrote that. It's a gigantic story with many plot holes and character flaws and corny dialogue.

4. I can sing the Alphabet in French. That's possibly the only thing from French I remember. I took it three years ago, and my memory isn't that great.

5. I am fifteen. Yes, it's true. I'm apart of the species adults fear. But really, I'm the good kind. I'm not a rebel and I'm not full of angst or at least I think I'm not.

6. I'm a geek. I use big words and I love math and science. I am currently the only 1oth grader in my Pre-Calculus class. I feel so young and baby-ish in that class, but hanging out with the juniors and the seniors is pretty cool.

7. I LOVE to read. Well, duh. All writers should like to read if they ever want to be good at writing. I love everything from mysteries to romance. YA of course, but I do like literary fiction like Jane Eyre and Anna Karenina. Studies say teens have short attention spans and that is so not true. It really isn't.

8. I write a lot of edgy stories. I write about girls getting into hectic relationships with their teachers. I write about injured soldiers and their trouble to believe in God. I write about religion and I drop the f-bomb, the s-bomb and a whole lot of bombs while doing so. But I know edgy is not all about the cussing and the swearing. It's about not sugar-coating things and telling the truth no matter how hard it may be.

9. I love religion. I don't practice a certain religion but I find that all of them are beautiful in their own way. A few of my earlier stories were about religion.

There was one called Cauliflower and Hand Grenades. It was about a boy named Ayal who was Essene. It's a sect of Judaism and people who practice that faith are hard-core vegetarians.

It's a sin to eat meat. But then Ayal eats meat and he's stricken with guilt.

Here's a snip:

Ayal flipped endlessly through the channels, looking for something that didn't remind him of what he did that day. The taste of dry blood stained his tongue and his mouth, making his stomach growl and rumble. To make things even worse, it was hot outside. And usually, when the heat became too unbearable, Ayal would lye down on the couch and go to sleep. Thinking of all the stupid things he did that day.There was no escape for him. He was living proof to the saying "Everyone has a guilty conscience."


It was the equivalent of hell outside. Buildings were catching on fire every time the sun shed her light on them. Fans lined each window that you saw when you walked down Beachwood Avenue. This is the usual picture that everyone takes, when driving through Florida. A yawn broke free from Ayal's mouth, making him shudder. He could already feel his eyes slowly giving into guilt's ideas.


Fall asleep Ayal, for you belong in the pastures of sin. Fall asleep Ayal, so that you can eat all the...


"Ayal?" Amber whispered, touching his hand.


Breaking from his thoughts, Ayal looked down at the hand that Amber, his girlfriend, was touching. His thumb was one with the channel button, and the TV was still changing its mind about what it wanted them to watch. Seeing the concern in Amber's eyes, Ayal put the remote on the coffee table and closed his eyes.


"Is there anything wrong, babe?" Amber asked, her head resting on his shoulder.


Today was their two year anniversary and if it weren't for the sins swimming in his stomach acids, he'd be happy.


The story still needs a lot of work but I love Ayal and Amber to pieces. I was thinking about writing a novel about him but... we'll see.



10. I love using the word love. I've probably used it more than anybody in the whole world. But anyways, I love love. I love writing about it and I love seeing other people in love. It's a beautiful thing. Especially when we live in a time of war and hatred and differences.



11. I have a lot of Native American ancestry. My grandmother (on my mom's side) is both Apache and Blackfoot. And I get the Cherokee from my dad's side.



12. I used to act. When I was in elementary school I used to love being in plays. I sung once. And I haven't sung since then. I don't want to imagine what my singing voice sounds like now after years of not singing.



13. I was the only girl trombonist in middle school. I performed in a lot of orchestras and I hated the trombone with a passion, because it isn't really a graceful instrument, but the other trombonist were cool and so I got used to it.



14. I talk a lot. I ramble mostly, but I could talk your ear off if I wanted to. But that's only if I know you real well. I wouldn't subject any stranger to my gift of gab, as my mother calls it.



15. I LOVE music. I couldn't live without it. I love The Killers, Kings of Leon, Coldplay, Fall Out Boy, RED, Breaking Benjamin, Thriving Ivory, Motion City Soundtrack, The Beatles, The Spill Canvas, The Fray, and a whole bunch more. And in case you couldn't tell, I like a lot of Alternative Rock. I like R&B and pop and hip-hop but not as much as I like Alternative.



16. Johnny Depp is my favorite actor. I would marry him if I could. I've seen about ten of his movies. It would be eleven if my mom would let me watch From Hell, but it's Rated R so I have to wait. But he is so hot and I have a giant poster of him in my room and you didn't hear that from me...



17. I am weird. I know this and I'm okay with it. I don't like being like everybody else. It's hard being different but it's even harder to try to fall into the in crowd. I like standing out. It's what I do best.



18. 18 and 7 are my two lucky numbers. And yes I believe in luck. I believe in three leaf clovers and rabbit foot key-chains. And I'm very superstitious. I hate black cats and I try not to open my umbrella up inside buildings or houses.



19. Me, Ian McEwan, and Prince William share the same birthday. I've been thinking about contacting Prince William and asking him if he could make his birthday a holiday so that my birthday could be a holiday but that sounds extremely insane and stupid and it probably wouldn't work out anyways.



20. I love poetry. I used to write a lot of it before I start writing stories. I love putting words together and making them beautiful and sparkly and meaningful. I love how words can bring you to another world, or put you back in reality. I love how it make you laugh or cry or both.



21. If I could be a mythical creature, I'd be a fairy. They're sparkly and pretty and they fly.



22. I am currently writing two WIPs at the same time. One is a YA Contemp called Playing the Field and it's about rumors, in-the-closet romances and rumors. Lots of teen angst there, I suppose. And a YA UF called Starlight. It's very edgy and new and it's about a girl who gets drunk, wakes up to find everyone is dead at this party she went to, and then she gets attacked by these monsters called Nightmares which then leads to her being saved by this hunter named Orion and that's all I'm saying for now.



23. I love watching the sun rise. I love how the sky turns to pink then yellow then orange and then it slowly fades into a blue hue. So so beautiful and if you never watched the sun rise, then you should start.



24. My favorite authors are Sarah Dessen, Jane Austen, Cassandra Clare, Scott Westerfeld and I have a literary crush on F. Scott Fitzgerald.



25. Since this is the last one, this fact she be super awesome and mind-blowing. So, um, the last fact that you need to know about me that is mind-blowing and super awesome is... that I am a magician. And with my magical powers, I will persuade you to share 25 facts about yourself on your blog.




14.12.09

Teaser Tuesday

So, technically, it's not Tuesday yet but I will be in school tomorrow of course and at won't have time to post it so I'm posting it now.

I have not been able to get enough writing done. I had a major essay to write and that took a lot of researching and time that I wished could have been spent on writing, but it wasn't.

I know you're probably wondering where today's teaser is coming from. Well, it's not from Mirror, Mirror or Playing the Field.

I was working on Playing the Field today. I had the document open and everything. But somehow I started writing something different.

At the time I didn't know what the heck was going on. I was just writing. I didn't have a plot or a title, I just had this voice, this voice that wouldn't stop talking.

But after hours of deciding, I am thinking about calling this story STARLIGHT. It looks better in capital letters, doesn't it?

I don't know much about this WIP but I can tell you it will have a possible love triangle and it will feature some really nasty, slimy creatures called Nightmares.

Some of you who did FNW with me today, already read this and so I apologize for not having something new. Hopefully, though, I'll have something sparkly and new for next week.

***

I felt like my head was on a carousel. It was spinning around and around and around. Pressing my nails into the Styrofoam cup, I tried my best to stand up.

God, I was so wasted. Lola told me I would have more fun if I had a beer or two or four. If I remembered correctly, I had six cups. But I could be wrong.

Lola was wrong too. I wasn't having fun. Having a headache the size of Texas and feeling like I was going to throw up any moment, wasn't my idea of fun.

It wasn't even close to it.

In fact, I was having fun six drinks ago, when the music wasn't painful to listen to and when all I wanted to do was sway side to side wildly with my hands waving in the air.

Now I just want to sit back down and go to sleep. But I can't. I need to find Lola.

I need to get home.

I'm drunk. I am so drunk, so drunk I can't tell which way is up and which way is down. But I know something is wrong. I don't need to be sober to know that. I can feel it in my bones.

No one is dancing. The music is playing, playing, playing, but no one is moving, swaying. I don't know what time it is, but I know that it's too early for this party to be over. Lola said that parties usually end when everyone passes out.

Everyone is passed out.

"Lola," I called. It was of no use. My voice was drowned out by the music. But I kept looking, hoping that one of the faces on the floor would look familiar.

None of them did. Lola had probably introduced me to half of these people, and I couldn't even remember who they were.

But I had to wake somebody up. It didn't matter who, I just needed to talk to someone, anyone.

Nearby a boy was laying face-down on the steps. I probably knew his name once, but I didn't now.

I moved towards him, and started poking him. Hard, hard, harder. He didn't budge.

"Come on, wake up!" I yelled. He couldn't hear me over the music. I moved closer until my lips were pressed against his ear. "Wake up!"

Still no movement. He was as still as a doorknob, as still as the dead.

For all I know, he could be dead.

I gripped both of his shoulders and pulled him up. My stomach started doing jumping jacks and a wave of nausea washed over me.

A large red stain covered the front of his shirt and his throat, his throat was slit.

This was why he didn't move. This was why he didn't hear or feel me. He was dead.

And I was pretty sure everyone else was too.

Contest Contest Contest

I am a contest junkie. Ever since I won three books, I've been entering contest left and right. No, I haven't won anything since, but there is never any harm in entering, am I right?

Over in the sidebar, you will see a box that says Contest and if I remember I will link to a contest or something, but that's only if I remember. I am more likely to tweet about it then put it in my sidebar, so if you think you're lucky and you like contest as much as I do, pay close attention to my tweets.

Katie at Sophistikatied just reached 200 followers! I was the 200th follower and I followed her because that blog is just so amazing. Seriously, it makes mine seem so boring and not...pretty. Hers literally sparkles and she does all the art herself! That's so cool, right?

I mean, the fan art she does for books she read is beautiful and breathtaking and I can't even describe it but you're just going to have to check it out for yourself.

Anyways, in order to celebrate having 200 (201) followers, she's giving away two books. Books that aren't even out yet. Books that both have fantastic premises!

The books Katie is giving away are:

















As I said, both of these books have great plots and they're both written by Tenners! You can read the first chapter of Brightly Woven on Alexandra Bracken's website. I have already and it's so beautifully written that I just have to know what's going to happen next.

And the cover for The Dark Divine is beautiful. I love the purple and the style of the font. Both of the covers are beautiful and I hope that I have convinced you to go enter this contest now.

Oh and did I mentioned that they were signed?

So, enter this contest, or don't enter it. It's totally up to you. Just don't come crying to me when you realized you missed the chance to win one of these great books.

Remember keep on the look out for contest and if you enter good luck!







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12.12.09

What I'm Working On



So, I decided to introduce a little order to my impossibly boring blog. In the side bar you will see a schedule that I may or may not follow. If I don't follow it, I give you permission to yell at me.

Today I will be talking about what I am writing now. After NaNoWriMo, I thought I was going to be drained of my creative juices. Seriously, churning out 50K in 30 days isn't good for the mind. I thought I was going to die by the end of November.

But strangely, I kept getting ideas. Ideas that were freakishly awesome. Ideas that I wanted to write.

Like a good writer, I made myself ignore those ideas while I tried desperately to edit Mirror, Mirror, but soon I couldn't do it anymore and now I have started something new.

It's called Playing the Field. I posted a teaser from it on Tuesday, if you want to check it out.

But, anyways, Playing the Field is about a girl named Darcy Jensen. She's really determined and tough and she doesn't let anything push her down, until her little sister, Shelley, gets pregnant and has a baby. No one knew she was pregnant and so it was kind of a surprise when Shelley called her family from the hospital and said she had given birth to a baby girl.

No one was supposed to find out about what happened, because Mr. and Mrs. Jensen are all about appearances and they just want to have a perfect family. But once Darcy confided in Marnie, her best friend, everyone at school found out and now not only is Shelley being talked about at school, but Darcy is too.

Playing the Field is about rumors and learning how to get back up once those rumors push you down. It's a story about figuring out who to trust and who not to trust.

Not only am I working on Playing the Field, but I am also planning a steampunk/fantasy/adventure story that centers around a brother and sister who know a secret that could get them killed. I'm still working out the kinks but that's what I'm working on in a nutshell.

So, what about you? What are you writing?
9.12.09

Roadtrip Wednesday # 10: Getting to Know Me


1) What are the three best books you've read this year?


This has to be the hardest question EVER. I can't really pick only three books but um...

  • Shiver by Maggie Stiefvater - This book really blew me away. I mean, every word on every page was beautiful and the story of Sam and Grace made me smile, it made me laugh. It isn't often that I come across a beautifully written book. Sure I read a lot of great books, but I can't say all of them were beautiful. Shiver was like poetry. Every word touched me.
  • Stay With Me by Garret Freymann-Weyr - I randomly picked this book up from my school library because I needed to do a book report. Let's just say that I devoured this book in two days. I only put it down to go to sleep and eat. This was a real love story. Eamon was a lovable love interest and Leila was a really great MC. It was fun being in her head and one thing that I absolutely adore about Stay With Me is that it is not a disgusting story. Even though the age difference between Leila and Eamon is great, it seems so real, so right. And even though their relationship wouldn't be accepted in our society, it would be a crime if they weren't together.
  • Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte - I am a huge fan of Jane Eyre and when reading Wuthering Heights, I could tell that the Bronte sisters were extremely talented. This book was intense and the love between Heathcliff and Catherine made me want to cry. It made me want to hide, because it was just so intense. And even though it wasn't told through the voice of Heathcliff or Catherine, I could still feel them. I could still understand who they were as characters. Wuthering Heights made me shiver, it made me cry, it made my heart hurt for both Catherine and Heathcliff. Beautiful, beautiful, story.

2) If you could meet one author (living or dead), who would it be?

If I could meet one author, it would have to be Charlotte Bronte. Jane Eyre was the first book that really got me to want to write. I had been writing a long time before then, but after reading Jane Eyre I knew I wanted to become more serious about my writing.

I would want to meet her because I want to thank her for creating such great characters and for writing a beautiful book, that I read over and over again. I want to thank her for getting me interested in writing.

3) What book are you most looking forward to in 2010?

All of them? Haha, honestly The Tenners books all look awesome but some books I'm really looking forward to reading is The DUFF by Kody Keplinger. I want to find out who this Wes character is because she insist that he's way better than Nathan (whom I love) Plus, the premise sounds amazing and awesome.

Another book I really want to read is Brightly Woven by Alexandra Bracken. The cover is beautiful and the first chapter is even more beautiful. Plus, I haven't read a good fantasy book in a long long time.

And lastly I really want to read Some Girls Are by Courtney Summers. I'm patiently waiting for Christmas so I can read Cracked Up To Be and after reading four chapters of CUTB on Courtney Summers' website and...wow.


8.12.09

Teaser Tuesday

Happy Teaser Tuesday guys!

So, I'm taking a short break from Mirror, Mirror. I want to let the plot simmer for a while before I delve back into it. In the meantime I have other ideas that I want to work on.

This snip is from Playing the Field. A YA Contemporary about a girl named Darcy Jensen whose life isn't as perfect as she thought it was. Haha, I know that's not really a good summary, but I promise I'll tell more about it later.

***

Shelley didn't have AIDS or any other STD. She didn't dump her baby in a dumpster and she didn't have sex with some stranger. Nobody knows who she had sex with, and quite frankly no one should care. I don't care. My parents don't care.

They're too worried about what other people are going to think. They're too worried about how Shelley is going to go to school and get her education when she has a smelly, noisy monster living in the house.

All everybody in my school cares about is a juicy story. They don't care about the gory details. They don't care about the truth. People just want to have something to talk about.

And they wouldn't have something to talk about if someone didn't open their big mouth.

I found that someone after sixth period and slammed her into her locker. She held her hands up in surrender, her blue eyes wide, her pupils dilated.

She was faded. But I didn't give a fuck. I wanted her head on a silver platter.

"You told."

"Told what?" She blinked her eyes a couple of times and for a moment I really thought she didn't know what I was talking about. Just for a moment.

"My God, Marnie. Why the fuck did you tell?"

Realization washed over her face and she sighed.

"It wasn't me," she breathed.

"Then who was it?"

I could tell she was getting ready to shrug by the way her shoulders slightly rose, but she thought better of it and shook her head.

"I don't know, but I didn't tell, Darcy. I swear to God I didn't."

The fluorescent lights that hung above our heads, made the gold cross hanging from Marnie's cross glitter.

My neck was on fire now, and I could hear my heart singing murder in my ears.

Damn.

She was telling the truth.

I backed away from her.

"Sorry," I muttered, pushing a strand of blond hair out of my eyes. "The whole freakin' school knows."

The bell rang and rang and rang and me and Marnie walked in silence to the cafeteria. It only took a few seconds for everyone in the whole school to clog up the hallways. Doors creaked open, lockers slammed shut, footsteps pounded against the linoleum floor and all eyes, all eyes were on me.

When they really wanted to be on Shelley.
6.12.09

Book Covers

So, recently, I asked an amazingly awesome person to make me a book cover for Mirror, Mirror. I had seen the one she had for her nano novel and she had made me CD covers before so I really really had to get her to make me a book cover.

Well, she made me two:


















I honestly can't figure out which one I like the most. They are both amazing and they both bring out the horror side of MM.
2.12.09

Roadtrip Wednesday # 9: My Literary Crushes

A good book doesn't really need a crush-worthy love interest to be good, but as writers and readers, we know it couldn't hurt.

When a writer creates a love interest with layers and flaws and give them a complete drool-factor, then readers like us love them and want to do things with him that might not be appropriate. (Like kissing. You thought I was talking about something else didn't you?)

Hehe, with that being said, here is the list of my literary crushes:


1. Mr. Rochester from Jane Eyre

He was seriously my first crush ever. I read Jane Eyre when I was eleven, and at the time Mr. Rochester was my dream guy. He was dark and brooding and mysterious and he had enough flaws to last a lifetime. I loved the fact that he wasn't hot (though the Mr. Rochester in my mind is super smexxy and the Toby Stephens one is yummy) and he wasn't your normal love interest. He had enough emotional baggage and I just loved Mr. Rochester. He was all I could think about, dream about. I really think the Bronte sisters were perfect for creating extremely yummy love interest.


2. Heathcliff from Wuthering Heights

I read Wuthering Heights in two nights over the summer. I couldn't put it down and that was mainly because Heathcliff was so interesting. He was a hot villain who had a heart, who had feelings. I love how on the outside he was coarse and rough-edged but on the inside he was softened by his love for Cathy.


3. Mr. Darcy from Pride and Prejudice

Need I say more? I mean, really, who doesn't like Mr. Darcy? Who doesn't like any of Miss Austen's love interest? Edward Ferrars would be next in line after Mr. Darcy, since I'm talking about love interest created by Jane Austen.


4. Edward Cullen from the Twilight saga

Don't give me hell about this, I seriously had a crush on Edward when I was reading Twilight. I still do. Since I am a fan of all the great love interest in the time of Thomas Hardy and Charlotte Bronte, I appreciate Edward. I couldn't honestly say he's up there with Mr. Rochester and Mr. Darcy but he has a special place in my heart. Plus, he's a vampire.


5. Wes from The Truth About Forever

He's sweet, artistic, and super sexy. If you haven't read this book, then do so, now. Wes is yummy and I just want to snuggle with him.


6. Patch from Hush, Hush

He is H-O-T. That taco scene...whoa. When I read Hush, Hush he literally made me go crazy and I just love him. He is possibly my most recent literary crush.

7. Sam from Shiver

He is super sweet, has a way with words, fragile but so strong, a deep lover and he writes lyrics in his head. I love Sam. Thank you, Miss Stiefvater.


8. Adrian and Dmitri from the Vampire Academy series

Adrian is funny, childish and super hot and Dmitri...Blood Promise...yum.

9. Kostas from The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants

Even though I ended up not liking him in the end, he was sweet and romantic and pretty sexy.


1o. Jace from The Mortal Instruments series

He is bad-ass, cocky, arrogant, and just so lovable.


Okay, so this was my massive list of literary crushes. I have loads more to add to this list but it's already enormous and so I will leave it at ten.


1.12.09

Teaser Tuesday

Happy Teaser Tuesday guys!

As usual, I'll get to everyone's when I get home. But anyways, I decided that Low was getting a little too much attention, especially since I have two (technically three) love interest. Yeah, it's complicated but I'm still working out stuff.

Um, this is unedited and I apologize for any tense troubles and other things that might occur in this snippet. But I hope you enjoy it : )


***

Morning light shone red behind my eyelids. There were no birds chirping incessantly outside my window, and for the first time, in a very long time, I felt well-rested.

I sat up, letting my unruly hair fall around my shoulders, into my eyes. A sweet fragrance tickled my nose, bringing forth growls in my stomach.

I kicked the blankets off my legs, the icy air surprising my skin. I wanted to pull the quilts back over my body, go back to sleep for another hour or another day.

But then my heart stopped and my eyes glazed over. Sitting a couple of feet away, in a rocking chair, as still as a stone, was a boy.

I knew him from somewhere. His face was, for whatever reason, stored in my memory. I closed my eyes and remembered.

His hands on my hips, my waist, my thighs. His hair falling into my eyes, his lips on my lips. No, on Sarah's lips. I had never seen this boy a day in my life. He wasn't apart of my memories, he was apart of Sarah's.

This was Ellis.

His bright eyes were focused on me, unmoving. They held no emotion. If I didn't know better, I would have thought he was dead.

He looked different. His hair was cut short, the wild curls gone. There was something strong and determined about his expression. He looked like a man who had lost everything.

"Ellis," I breathed his name, hoping my voice would unclench his muscles, turn him back to flesh and blood.

It worked. The way my voice wrapped around his name, made his eyes twitch. And then a small, crystallized tear fell down his cheeks.

He came to life.

"Sarah." When he said my name or her name, I could hear the pain, the longing. The stone exterior started to crumble, break until I could see the anguish that he had been keeping bottled up inside for almost a year.

He rose from the chair, his tall form reaching me in three large strides. As he fell to his knees, in front me I had to keep from shaking inside.

I didn't know who he was. I knew his name, and who he had been to Sarah, but he was nothing to me. But despite the fact that he was a stranger, I let him take my hands into his. His fingers were ice cold, they made me shiver. But he soon warmed my soul, as he kissed each finger, tears burning my skin.

"Sarah." He said that name again and again and again, until it sounded like a song.

I didn't know what to say. And I really didn't want him to cry all over me. So I just remained still, pretending to be his Sarah.