The gas station lights curtained us off from the rest of the world so that reality was clarified to that nighttime scene: his silver car parked behind mine, the two butch store employees loitering on the cigarette-littered sidewalk, and the tense, incessant soundtrack of cicadas. We had finished filling up for the two-hour carried back to our summer apartments, so there was no reason to remain there - and yet we hesitated, facing each other sadly.
"I wish we could stay longer and just chat a bit more," he said quietly, almost as if speaking just to himself.
"I know," I replied, "I'm sorry, but I need to go..."
He nodded, although the look on his face grew more conflicted. Even after twelve hours together - that azure quarry lake, the hot, spicy Thai dishes, and his laughter in the cool movie theater - we had done so much, and I felt sick on happiness.
Then don't leave me...
My throat hurt.
For another moment, I stood, taking in his existence, branding his expression into my memory so that I would not forget my desire, my purpose and focus. Force, constraint, necessity. He seemed to be feeling even worse, his eyes frantically searching my face, an anguished laugh tearing from his lips.
"I...really, really like you," he said.
I love you.
I knew what he wanted to say.
I stepped closer, watching his expression carefully as I said, "I like you a lot too."
After that, maybe he said more. If he did, I responded without conscious thought, my attention narrowed in completely on his alarmingly tormented body language. Was I mistaken? His eyes bared his soul, and I tore my gaze away, unable to stomach that look of affection...
No...
This feeling will go away.
He was on the brink of pushing forward.
I knew.
I know that words are completely inadequate in expressing how I feel. I need to use my body to tell him correctly, and, above all, I need him to know how much I love him... If I could only have him for a night, I know my hands, my lips, and the shape of my hips could express how much I care. If only he would feel how much I care...
I saw that sentiment in his eyes.
He leaned forward, fighting an almost unnoticeable movement of his arms tensing, but I knew I could not be misguided on his cut-back intent. Then, quiet now, but breathing in deeply, he fell more indescribably sad than I have ever seen anyone look, the war of desire and judgement, adoration, forethought, and excruciation surfacing on his face.
"Please."
I knew what he wanted to say.
No...
This feeling will go away...
The noise of the cicadas faded, as power came into my hands the way the paths of fate always light up before me. "Correct action" - that to me was to end his suffering for him, to step into his chest, wrapping my arms around his waist and leaning my head on his shoulder, inhaling his beautiful scent and brushing my fingers through his soft hair. To hold him tightly. To tell him that I understood.
To love him.
Then, I blinked, and the sound came back in.
Gripping the bladed edge of my mind, I cut through that dizzying reality, adrenaline spiking my vision with electric darkness so that I knew that that moment - or my sight in that moment - would not be recorded. Why design the carnage to hunt me down in my sleep? I hated myself in that moment with an incredible loathing, but I took a step back, a cold, charming smile already on my lips.
"All right, I need to go," I said with sharp finality.
He seemed shaken, unaware of the gore-soaked sword of perception in my subconscious' grip. "Yeah..." Then sighing, he said, "Yeah, we should call it a night. Good bye..."
"It's okay," I said, grinning as I twirled to create dissonance between his sorrow and my fear, "Have some self-control."
"You should leave before me," he said, "You drive faster."
"Yes, I will quickly outpace you." Far too comfortable with my assassination, I had reached my car by then while he was still watching me, and I swung the door open, unwilling to break my cheery facade until I was folded into the dark curves of the road.
"Thank you for the cookies," he called out.
"You're welcome," I said, "I hope they're not too dry."
He fixed me with an "are you kidding me?!" look, and I laughed, saying goodbye again before getting in, plugging my apartment location into my phone, and turning on music: something incredibly banging and wild to mask my gasping as I tore out of the parking lot.
I know what I am doing.
I lost someone because I lost control. If I have to kill again, the same way I did before so that this feeling of loss becomes everything I feel, I will. Why else did I regret for twenty-seven months? I promised myself something when I promised him the world, saying I always kept my word...
...so that is why...
Alone in the dark, I curled over, tears clinging to my hair, and screamed until my voice was hoarse, and then I drove and drove and drove in silence until I was home.
7.10.2017
5.01.2017
Here's everything that's been cooking in my brain for the last year
Wow, I've been gone for a long time. I'm not sure if I'm going to reinstall this blog for the general public due to schedule constraints (growing up is time-consuming, I've found), but I'll probably keep posting here and there about my own writing musings. If you want to keep reading, please feel free! Just... as a disclaimer, moving forward, this space is probably going to be more for my own sake: a place to put down the continuation of my fictional writing.
Speaking of which, here's a synopsis of my story on paper (or cloud memory, whatever).
I finally have everything I like in here, and all of the characters are good, powerful, exciting types. A love triangle between an INTJ, ENTJ, and ESTP? Fantastic. XSTJ government authority? Naturally. Complete with two INFJ villains for kicks.
Act 1
The new government is installed. Impacts of the utopia settle down to the Minimum where the good is abused. I'm thinking, like...because of the family program, the Outsiders begin to empty out foster homes and orphanages to facilitate human trafficking. Distributed clothes and food are bottle-necked by crime lords who distribute as they see fit. While the government is in transition, the gangs have begun to grow more bold: more murder, more territory advances, more deals with the Outsiders for increased influx of drugs into the market. Most of this is seen entirely through Jaiden's perspective, who is desperately trying to get Antony's attention. They scheme to leave an obvious opening for the Maximum to be attacked so that the Minimum gangs will, which will get the government's attention, directing Heinrich and company towards the exacerbated crime.
In the Maximum, Skain is having success at quieting any remaining riots, not that there are many. He and Iris work in tandem well and beat down the arrogant crew (who enter again later - which is trope-y, I know... I may scrap this or find a different way to use this). Silvia (weird name for an ESTP at this point... I may change her name again) is installed and cast as Skain's surrogate sister. Because of his relationship with Brielle, he's not extremely thrilled about any of that, but Heinrich is insistent because of the transparency of public records at this point in the world. She is very comfortable and obvious about her intentions, in a sort of Kanbaru way. Both he and Iris quickly learn to take that in stride.
Act 2
When the Minimum begins to seep into the Maximum, Skain's force is turned in that direction. They are quickly, substantially out-matched (as in, not even close). (This is where Mitch gets shot by his old gang; this will also be a good opportunity for Silvia to save Skain's backside.) Because of Skain's team's complete and utter failure and continued infiltration into the Maximum, the city quickly confronts the government about the problem, and Heinrich releases his plan to stop all inflow of help to the Minimum, leaving border guards at the above and below ground entrances. Skain's team is put on surveillance and scouting (to determine who is leading the Minimum skirmishes). During this time, because one of Skain's best friends was harmed, performing is more difficult. Drug use increases amongst the team, and morale drops. (This is where I get a chance to play with some darker themes.)
When Skain goes back down for scouting work, he successfully notices how involved the Outsiders are (with their stock of rulers, one always taking the place of the next dethroned). Jaiden tracks his movements just to monitor him. (I'm not sure exactly how I'll write this, but I want a fast series of clips: back and forth with increasing pressure on both sides. Firstly, to obtain information; secondly, to determine why he's being stalked.) Eventually, when he has made the right conclusion about the Outsiders, Jaiden catches him and threatens him, stating that she knows about Brielle. Upon return, he reports to Heinrich, hiding his fear and any details about the threat. Iris is unconscious, drugged, and, while worried, Skain quickly rules her out anyway. If Jaiden knows about Brielle, she certainly knows about Iris. Heading back to the facility, he takes Silvia out of the city walls to talk about his worry, realizing that, some day soon, he'll be forced to betray her too. (This is the same scene from the first story.) She advises him to stay faithful to what is right.
This arc ends when he goes to visit Brielle with Silvia. He explains to Silvia what happened to Brie. She had periods of mental stability between hallucinations, so he brought her there and paid for her on his own. Even though the government was medicating her, she was having more and more violent hallucinations (which I may or may not later reveal was actually caused by the additional medication), so they began to sedate her instead. Silvia insists on breaking out Brielle that night, taking her back to her home so that (1) Brielle could heal off the medications and (2) Brielle would be out of Jaiden's sight, buying Skain some more time. Even though he is doubtful of Silvia's claims to be able to fully heal Brielle, he agrees.
Act 3
Having tracked his phone, Iris finds him at dawn at the train station, hungover. Beat up and exhausted, they grab food and then get drugged up again for the day; she explains that she was knocked out in an explosion during a Minimum counter against the tech center. During their breakfast, Heinrich, having been given sufficient information by Skain and having talked with the government about their plan, calls a meeting and sets forth a comprehensive strategy to finish off the Minimum, which includes handling all of the Minimum in what Jaiden sees as a proactive, preemptive sense. (Since they were attacked first, to Skain and Heinrich, that's not really proactive.)
Full-on war is waged against the Outsiders, but, despite how hard they're working, the force is not making much progress. Before Silvia returns, Jaiden catches Skain again, infuriated that Brielle vanished. Jaiden informs Skain on Antony's plan and says that, if he does not cooperate, they'll go after Silvia as soon as she returns. She lets him go without touching him this time. Soon thereafter, the government recalls Heinrich and holds a discussion on whether they should continue or not because they're rapidly losing ground. Antony suggests putting up a treaty with the Outsider leaders, and a vote is cast. Skain, being the leader of his own force, has significant sway. Still determined to follow Silvia's advice, he does not agree, along with all of his team except for Iris. Shrike does not. Heinrich abstains. The vote does not go through. The government instead sets for a final allotment of their budget towards battling the Minimum, claiming that they do not want a pugnacious reputation and also claiming that the people deserve better than to spend their money on crime reform. (The city needs education and work opportunities first.) If Heinrich fails at that point, their duties will be reduced to simply guarding the Maximum from the effects of the Minimum.
On the way out, Antony threatens Skain, saying that he made the wrong decision. Unconcerned, he sends a text to Silvia, telling her to stay where she is; she responds with "okay" and claims that Brielle is doing much, much better. Encouraged, Skain works out and goes to bed. That night, when he's in the facility, he's kidnapped, more or less. Jaiden had separately caught Iris and threatened her (using him, though he doesn't know that or know that Iris would even be willing to assist the antagonist to save his life), and Iris had intercepted Skain's texts, responding as Silvia. As scheduled, Silvia came back that night and was taken by Jaiden's crew. She's used against him so that he agrees to work with Jaiden to save her life.
Their plan to is simply keep Skain under lock and key; Iris returns to report deceitfully that Skain had an opportunity to infiltrate the Outsiders, so he took it and went offline to do spy work. Because Skain is an integral branch in Heinrich's division, their plans are broken up even further, and more money is wasted bringing and training more forces.
Silvia, having been too unconscious to know exactly what happened, recovers. She remembers at least that Skain was in danger underground. Hoisting Skain's team together, she demands that they break from Heinrich's orders to find him; Iris is vehemently against this, for her own internal reasons (for Jaiden). Sensing that Iris' disagreement is not simply for loyalty to Heinrich, Silvia misinterprets Iris' false motives as jealousy and, even as injured as she is, fights Iris and wins. (ESTP > INTJ haha...) With newfound respect from Skain's team, she gets the team to agree.
On her side, Iris was unable to come up with a plausible alibi; she had claimed that Skain was gone to do spy work, but then the team went to find him. Forced to confess, she is kept under watch by Heinrich, though she helps the team by giving them the location of Jaiden's base. They break him out, wreaking havoc in Jaiden's base as they go; in the explosions, Jaiden is killed. When Skain comes back, Iris is inseparable from him. Silvia has an epic moment where she condemns Iris for not understanding sacrificial love.
When Skain is awake again, he firstly tells Iris that he's going to need time and space to figure out what to do with her feelings. She takes this well, having learned a lesson from Silvia. In the meanwhile, Heinrich states their ultimatum. They have about two more days of resources before they will need to back off. Silvia suggests baiting the Minimum forward the same way the Maximum has been continuously baited, but not to cut off the limbs. The limbs will point to the head; if they want to end all of the rulers, they will need to retrieve the information from the Outsider lackeys. This plan moves forward; there is success, and the city ultimately wins.
During the trial, Antony gives testimony to his and Jaiden's initial desires: to preserve the good within the Minimum. The government takes this into account and continues supporting the Minimum. I'm not yet sure what I'm going to do about Iris and Silvia, but, in the final scene, Skain goes to Silvia's home and finds Brielle completely recovered. (Maybe I'll just make Brielle male, and then give him to Silvia. I dunno. Actually, that would be funny and fitting, I think...ahhh, no, I'm totally going to do that.)
Last thing I wanted to jot down: trying to synthesize my beliefs with my writing, I know for sure that any pain I exhibit must be compelling in an upward direction. Some kinds of darkness are sharp, I've found, and they poke you towards being a better person because they feel so disgusting. Other kinds are addictive, and I would rather not glorify those. Still, I have no intentions of shirking away from sex, language, abuse, suicidal thoughts, drugs, poverty, or lack of regard for human life - because those are integral elements to life, and, as my INFP said, fiction is the best place to explore darkness uninhibited. Starting from a utopia is going to help me leverage the contrast of good and evil according to my beliefs. I'm not sure how I'll do this yet, but I think, as I sort through my own darkness, I'm finding a better balance between what is disgusting and what is necessary to help guide people to a vicarious understanding of darkness.
Happy to say this once more:
Write on!
Clove
Speaking of which, here's a synopsis of my story on paper (or cloud memory, whatever).
I finally have everything I like in here, and all of the characters are good, powerful, exciting types. A love triangle between an INTJ, ENTJ, and ESTP? Fantastic. XSTJ government authority? Naturally. Complete with two INFJ villains for kicks.
Act 1
The new government is installed. Impacts of the utopia settle down to the Minimum where the good is abused. I'm thinking, like...because of the family program, the Outsiders begin to empty out foster homes and orphanages to facilitate human trafficking. Distributed clothes and food are bottle-necked by crime lords who distribute as they see fit. While the government is in transition, the gangs have begun to grow more bold: more murder, more territory advances, more deals with the Outsiders for increased influx of drugs into the market. Most of this is seen entirely through Jaiden's perspective, who is desperately trying to get Antony's attention. They scheme to leave an obvious opening for the Maximum to be attacked so that the Minimum gangs will, which will get the government's attention, directing Heinrich and company towards the exacerbated crime.
In the Maximum, Skain is having success at quieting any remaining riots, not that there are many. He and Iris work in tandem well and beat down the arrogant crew (who enter again later - which is trope-y, I know... I may scrap this or find a different way to use this). Silvia (weird name for an ESTP at this point... I may change her name again) is installed and cast as Skain's surrogate sister. Because of his relationship with Brielle, he's not extremely thrilled about any of that, but Heinrich is insistent because of the transparency of public records at this point in the world. She is very comfortable and obvious about her intentions, in a sort of Kanbaru way. Both he and Iris quickly learn to take that in stride.
Act 2
When the Minimum begins to seep into the Maximum, Skain's force is turned in that direction. They are quickly, substantially out-matched (as in, not even close). (This is where Mitch gets shot by his old gang; this will also be a good opportunity for Silvia to save Skain's backside.) Because of Skain's team's complete and utter failure and continued infiltration into the Maximum, the city quickly confronts the government about the problem, and Heinrich releases his plan to stop all inflow of help to the Minimum, leaving border guards at the above and below ground entrances. Skain's team is put on surveillance and scouting (to determine who is leading the Minimum skirmishes). During this time, because one of Skain's best friends was harmed, performing is more difficult. Drug use increases amongst the team, and morale drops. (This is where I get a chance to play with some darker themes.)
When Skain goes back down for scouting work, he successfully notices how involved the Outsiders are (with their stock of rulers, one always taking the place of the next dethroned). Jaiden tracks his movements just to monitor him. (I'm not sure exactly how I'll write this, but I want a fast series of clips: back and forth with increasing pressure on both sides. Firstly, to obtain information; secondly, to determine why he's being stalked.) Eventually, when he has made the right conclusion about the Outsiders, Jaiden catches him and threatens him, stating that she knows about Brielle. Upon return, he reports to Heinrich, hiding his fear and any details about the threat. Iris is unconscious, drugged, and, while worried, Skain quickly rules her out anyway. If Jaiden knows about Brielle, she certainly knows about Iris. Heading back to the facility, he takes Silvia out of the city walls to talk about his worry, realizing that, some day soon, he'll be forced to betray her too. (This is the same scene from the first story.) She advises him to stay faithful to what is right.
This arc ends when he goes to visit Brielle with Silvia. He explains to Silvia what happened to Brie. She had periods of mental stability between hallucinations, so he brought her there and paid for her on his own. Even though the government was medicating her, she was having more and more violent hallucinations (which I may or may not later reveal was actually caused by the additional medication), so they began to sedate her instead. Silvia insists on breaking out Brielle that night, taking her back to her home so that (1) Brielle could heal off the medications and (2) Brielle would be out of Jaiden's sight, buying Skain some more time. Even though he is doubtful of Silvia's claims to be able to fully heal Brielle, he agrees.
Act 3
Having tracked his phone, Iris finds him at dawn at the train station, hungover. Beat up and exhausted, they grab food and then get drugged up again for the day; she explains that she was knocked out in an explosion during a Minimum counter against the tech center. During their breakfast, Heinrich, having been given sufficient information by Skain and having talked with the government about their plan, calls a meeting and sets forth a comprehensive strategy to finish off the Minimum, which includes handling all of the Minimum in what Jaiden sees as a proactive, preemptive sense. (Since they were attacked first, to Skain and Heinrich, that's not really proactive.)
Full-on war is waged against the Outsiders, but, despite how hard they're working, the force is not making much progress. Before Silvia returns, Jaiden catches Skain again, infuriated that Brielle vanished. Jaiden informs Skain on Antony's plan and says that, if he does not cooperate, they'll go after Silvia as soon as she returns. She lets him go without touching him this time. Soon thereafter, the government recalls Heinrich and holds a discussion on whether they should continue or not because they're rapidly losing ground. Antony suggests putting up a treaty with the Outsider leaders, and a vote is cast. Skain, being the leader of his own force, has significant sway. Still determined to follow Silvia's advice, he does not agree, along with all of his team except for Iris. Shrike does not. Heinrich abstains. The vote does not go through. The government instead sets for a final allotment of their budget towards battling the Minimum, claiming that they do not want a pugnacious reputation and also claiming that the people deserve better than to spend their money on crime reform. (The city needs education and work opportunities first.) If Heinrich fails at that point, their duties will be reduced to simply guarding the Maximum from the effects of the Minimum.
On the way out, Antony threatens Skain, saying that he made the wrong decision. Unconcerned, he sends a text to Silvia, telling her to stay where she is; she responds with "okay" and claims that Brielle is doing much, much better. Encouraged, Skain works out and goes to bed. That night, when he's in the facility, he's kidnapped, more or less. Jaiden had separately caught Iris and threatened her (using him, though he doesn't know that or know that Iris would even be willing to assist the antagonist to save his life), and Iris had intercepted Skain's texts, responding as Silvia. As scheduled, Silvia came back that night and was taken by Jaiden's crew. She's used against him so that he agrees to work with Jaiden to save her life.
Their plan to is simply keep Skain under lock and key; Iris returns to report deceitfully that Skain had an opportunity to infiltrate the Outsiders, so he took it and went offline to do spy work. Because Skain is an integral branch in Heinrich's division, their plans are broken up even further, and more money is wasted bringing and training more forces.
Silvia, having been too unconscious to know exactly what happened, recovers. She remembers at least that Skain was in danger underground. Hoisting Skain's team together, she demands that they break from Heinrich's orders to find him; Iris is vehemently against this, for her own internal reasons (for Jaiden). Sensing that Iris' disagreement is not simply for loyalty to Heinrich, Silvia misinterprets Iris' false motives as jealousy and, even as injured as she is, fights Iris and wins. (ESTP > INTJ haha...) With newfound respect from Skain's team, she gets the team to agree.
On her side, Iris was unable to come up with a plausible alibi; she had claimed that Skain was gone to do spy work, but then the team went to find him. Forced to confess, she is kept under watch by Heinrich, though she helps the team by giving them the location of Jaiden's base. They break him out, wreaking havoc in Jaiden's base as they go; in the explosions, Jaiden is killed. When Skain comes back, Iris is inseparable from him. Silvia has an epic moment where she condemns Iris for not understanding sacrificial love.
When Skain is awake again, he firstly tells Iris that he's going to need time and space to figure out what to do with her feelings. She takes this well, having learned a lesson from Silvia. In the meanwhile, Heinrich states their ultimatum. They have about two more days of resources before they will need to back off. Silvia suggests baiting the Minimum forward the same way the Maximum has been continuously baited, but not to cut off the limbs. The limbs will point to the head; if they want to end all of the rulers, they will need to retrieve the information from the Outsider lackeys. This plan moves forward; there is success, and the city ultimately wins.
During the trial, Antony gives testimony to his and Jaiden's initial desires: to preserve the good within the Minimum. The government takes this into account and continues supporting the Minimum. I'm not yet sure what I'm going to do about Iris and Silvia, but, in the final scene, Skain goes to Silvia's home and finds Brielle completely recovered. (Maybe I'll just make Brielle male, and then give him to Silvia. I dunno. Actually, that would be funny and fitting, I think...ahhh, no, I'm totally going to do that.)
Last thing I wanted to jot down: trying to synthesize my beliefs with my writing, I know for sure that any pain I exhibit must be compelling in an upward direction. Some kinds of darkness are sharp, I've found, and they poke you towards being a better person because they feel so disgusting. Other kinds are addictive, and I would rather not glorify those. Still, I have no intentions of shirking away from sex, language, abuse, suicidal thoughts, drugs, poverty, or lack of regard for human life - because those are integral elements to life, and, as my INFP said, fiction is the best place to explore darkness uninhibited. Starting from a utopia is going to help me leverage the contrast of good and evil according to my beliefs. I'm not sure how I'll do this yet, but I think, as I sort through my own darkness, I'm finding a better balance between what is disgusting and what is necessary to help guide people to a vicarious understanding of darkness.
Happy to say this once more:
Write on!
Clove
6.28.2016
Feedback wanted!
Hey all!
Writing has official re-commenced. Oh man. This is exciting. :D
After reading Writing the Breakout Novel by Donald Maass, some of my story was overthrown. I had to jettison Skain's negativity and pathetic-ness (say goodbye to the chapters I posted earlier) and rework my romance a bit. (Plus, my Te function continually keeps finding plot-holes that I absolutely have to cover up, which means plot rework, plot rework, plot rework, re-outlining, scrapping arcs, and creating arcs galore.)
Anyway, I was having some fun this evening, testing Skain's entrance out. If you happen to pass by this corner of the internet, please read this and let me know your thoughts on Skain! My goal is to make him more likable. Hit or miss?
Writing has official re-commenced. Oh man. This is exciting. :D
After reading Writing the Breakout Novel by Donald Maass, some of my story was overthrown. I had to jettison Skain's negativity and pathetic-ness (say goodbye to the chapters I posted earlier) and rework my romance a bit. (Plus, my Te function continually keeps finding plot-holes that I absolutely have to cover up, which means plot rework, plot rework, plot rework, re-outlining, scrapping arcs, and creating arcs galore.)
Anyway, I was having some fun this evening, testing Skain's entrance out. If you happen to pass by this corner of the internet, please read this and let me know your thoughts on Skain! My goal is to make him more likable. Hit or miss?
~ ~ ~
Prologue IV: Skain
“All right, ladies, break time!”
Shrike stands outside of the boxing ring, his tattooed arms folded. In one hand, he waves a crisp sheet of paper; in the other, a fresh cigarette is burning slowly.
Lowering my gloved fists, I pull off my helmet, shaking my sweaty hair away from my scalp. Antony, my sparring partner, sucks on and spits out his mouthpiece and asks, “What’s up, Shrike?”
“Heinrich sent a letter,” Shrike replies, “for Skain. Seems like it’s finally about to hit the fan, and they need all hands on deck.”
I step forward, yanking off my gloves between my knees and taking the letter from Shrike. Heinrich hasn’t contacted me over the last half decade for anything more important than my birthday. No updates, no mention of future plans, only rare comments on my training.
Why is he suddenly talking now?
With damp fingers, I unfold the sheet of ivory cotton paper and skim the black printed words. Antony reads over my shoulder out-loud.
“‘Skain,
“‘The police force in Twainside is soon to begin a project that has been seven years in the making. Via these letters, we are assembling our high-potential cast from your individual locations to create a special operations task force. You will be joining a group of five other young men and women as their leader. Arrangements have been made for your arrival on Friday at 1730. Plan accordingly.
“‘Your father, Heinrich.’
“Hey, look at that” Antony remarks, elbowing me with a grin and pointing at Heinrich’s closing, “He still thinks of you as his son.”
I don’t retort. Partly because I’m too blasé about being adopted to feel any residual shame. But mostly because I’m distracted as I re-read Heinrich’s brief letter over and over again, emphasizing different sections each time: ‘Twainside’, ‘our high-potential cast’, ‘Friday at 1730’.
That’s in just two days, I think, feeling a knot form suddenly in my stomach, Will I be ready by then?
I push back my discomfort as best as I can and duck out of the ring, beginning to shelve my boxing gear in silence. Behind me, Shrike and Antony tell me that they’re going upstairs to get cleaned up, and I raise a hand briefly in acknowledgement. After a second, the basement door clicks closed, and I’m alone.
For seven years, I’ve known that this day was going to come. I knew this day was going to come, and I imagined its form in all sorts of ways. The police would finish their planning, and I would be recalled to the city, maybe put under public eye or hidden as a secret weapon. Then, back at home, I would fight for Heinrich’s cause, waiting, waiting to see his smile. Not because I’m starved for attention and want a father’s love, but because I genuinely respect Heinrich, and I want to see him succeed.
I’ve spent seven years bracing and preparing myself for now.
Yet, now is here.
And I feel annoyingly vulnerable.
Am I enough? Has seven years been enough time?
Bad memories begin to resurface without my permission. Random stuff about a raised, manicured backhand, angry crying, and a lot of trouble-making and hell-raising. I shake my head as I rummage through the basement’s mini-fridge for an unopened water bottle and push those bad memories back too.
Shrike always told me: “Wrong place to go, Skain. I’m spending every day filling your brain with everything you need to know to conquer on that urban battlefield. This won’t be like the orphanage. You’re top of the pyramid now. No one will touch you unless you let ‘em.”
And he’s right. I’m nineteen and independent and pretty much untouchable. But I still sometimes can get mentally and emotionally stuck in my trapped, controlled days as an eleven year old orphan. Bad habit of mine.
Whatever, I think, letting out a sigh of contentment as I pour cold water down my throat. Friday is in two days. I have plenty to do in terms of travel preparations before then.
Besides, whether Shrike is right or wrong about my current aptitude and whether Heinrich wins or not, I’ve been single-mindedly focused on this moment for seven years, and I have no intention of letting it slip out of my grasp.
I have too many people to prove wrong, too many people to prove right.
Ready or not - I’m coming.
~ ~ ~
Write on!
Clove
6.18.2016
Writing Silence
I feel like I've been swallowing words recently, swallowing until I suffocate. People keep saying that I'm exposing too much truth, too much darkness, too much reality in my fictional writing. The world does not need to know everything I want to say.
After all, I'm not responsible for keeping people informed.
If I spoke, people might be offended.
People might think the wrong way.
People might blame others for an "accident."
I'm sorry.
That's why this corner of the internet has been so quiet for so long.
Not just in fiction but stemmed in reality, I've been forced to keep quiet in a few areas about what I did and how I feel. For example, last month, I was reunited with someone who had been my best friend, and I was told to keep all of the whisperings of doubt and relief that had developed over our distance inside - to only chit-chat. This week, I was suffering because someone was playing with my heart and blatantly disrespecting my body, and I was told to keep my hatred and my accusations to myself - to forget anything happened. Over the last several months, I've been trying to help a young girl navigate her early teenage years, but I was told to paint life lightly, not in the brutal battlefield that it is - to stay silent about reality until it was too late. As a result, she was hurt - hurt exactly as I knew she would be - before I could warn her.
I don't have problems that need answers.
I don't need suggestions for solutions.
I have stories and no outlet.
Fiction is based deeply in reality; there is no fiction apart from reality. What I've been writing has been "too accurate to life". I need to blur the intense pain that I've experienced; I need to keep quiet about exactly what happened to others from my point of view - because they might know themselves, but they don't want to hear it. My characters are too obvious; my plot arcs are too close to touchy subjects: the LGBTQ community, racism, feminism.
I, an author, should delete what I just wrote.
I probably said too much already.
But, haha, oh, this is just the beginning.
Write on!
Clove
3.30.2016
C.S. Lewis Writing Advice...and more other stuff
My last post was just over a week ago.
Crazy how much life can change within that time period...
So. Scholarships. What happened?
I didn't get either of them. XP I'm not surprised with the scholarship for the tech school, because my competitors were flipping incredible, but I'm a little disappointed that I didn't get the other scholarship, as I felt very confident about that one. As a condolence, the latter college said I'm first on the waiting list in case if some genius got a better offer at a better school and didn't want their full ride, so that was nice-ish, I guess. (I don't want to even go there anymore, so the condolence is, in reality, empty to me... :\)
That said, I'm glad I had the opportunity to interview as a fresh little seventeen year old girl. :P The experience was both thrilling and humbling, and I had a kick out of competing for forty whopping thousand dollars anyway. In the meanwhile (i.e. over the last twenty-four hours), I've submitted applications for a few jobs to pay off dem titanic-sized student loans, hue hue hue, so, if I disappear off the face of the planet, welp, I've officially joined the ranks of those broke college students, going to a tech school that's out of my league. XP
In the meanwhile, I've been rethinking a lot of my writing style and plot arcs recently. I'll write a sufficient post later about how I've evolved over the last two-ish years and will hopefully announce one final story change before I buckle down (I'm serious this time) and start churning out chapters. ;)
In the meanwhile, I read this article filled with C.S. Lewis quotes the other day and loved it, so I thought I'd share. Enjoy, lovely people. :)
Write on!
Clove
Crazy how much life can change within that time period...
So. Scholarships. What happened?
I didn't get either of them. XP I'm not surprised with the scholarship for the tech school, because my competitors were flipping incredible, but I'm a little disappointed that I didn't get the other scholarship, as I felt very confident about that one. As a condolence, the latter college said I'm first on the waiting list in case if some genius got a better offer at a better school and didn't want their full ride, so that was nice-ish, I guess. (I don't want to even go there anymore, so the condolence is, in reality, empty to me... :\)
That said, I'm glad I had the opportunity to interview as a fresh little seventeen year old girl. :P The experience was both thrilling and humbling, and I had a kick out of competing for forty whopping thousand dollars anyway. In the meanwhile (i.e. over the last twenty-four hours), I've submitted applications for a few jobs to pay off dem titanic-sized student loans, hue hue hue, so, if I disappear off the face of the planet, welp, I've officially joined the ranks of those broke college students, going to a tech school that's out of my league. XP
In the meanwhile, I've been rethinking a lot of my writing style and plot arcs recently. I'll write a sufficient post later about how I've evolved over the last two-ish years and will hopefully announce one final story change before I buckle down (I'm serious this time) and start churning out chapters. ;)
In the meanwhile, I read this article filled with C.S. Lewis quotes the other day and loved it, so I thought I'd share. Enjoy, lovely people. :)
Write on!
Clove
3.22.2016
My Favorite Creepy Stories...and other stuff
Whoo! I am happy to announce (belatedly) that the main of my high school life is done! I went to my last scholarship interview on the 11th, decided my first college choice (the tech school where my older ESTJ brother attends), and am waiting to hear back from both universities about my scholarships by Friday. Exciting stuffs. :)
Anyway, I thought life would calm down, but, duh, I'm an ENTJ. I don't even know why I kid myself into thinking I'll ever make "free time" for myself when I could be hosting tea parties with my girl friends and studying up on whatever interests me most. Plus, with work, college (one major project down, one exam to go), and trigonometric identities (super fun, by the way), writing has taken the back seat.
...yet again. :\
Admittedly, I have been writing. I'm at about chapter nine in Where the Broken Things Are, but the chapters need more polishing before I'm willing to upload them here, and editing is the most time consuming part of writing for me.
That said, hold onto your horses. Good stuff is to come.
In the meanwhile, I thought I'd share two of my all-time favorite creepy stories. Strangely enough, I can't stand horror in film, but I love suspense and the like in writing. There's something unique and talented about authors who can create a world of off-setting tension without actually using creepy music or frightening images.
"The Yellow Wallpaper" by Cltarlotte Perkins Stetson is one such story.
"The Landlady" by Roald Dahl is the other.
Check them out and let me know if you also find them creepy -- or if it's just me. (My siblings thought The Landlady was creepy, but The Yellow Wallpaper was just weird.) Hopefully, in the future, I'll actually do an analysis of what makes the above stories so unnerving and will share my findings here.
For now, the love of my life is calling me to bed.
Looking at you, pillow. Hehehe.
Write on!
Clove
Anyway, I thought life would calm down, but, duh, I'm an ENTJ. I don't even know why I kid myself into thinking I'll ever make "free time" for myself when I could be hosting tea parties with my girl friends and studying up on whatever interests me most. Plus, with work, college (one major project down, one exam to go), and trigonometric identities (super fun, by the way), writing has taken the back seat.
...yet again. :\
Admittedly, I have been writing. I'm at about chapter nine in Where the Broken Things Are, but the chapters need more polishing before I'm willing to upload them here, and editing is the most time consuming part of writing for me.
That said, hold onto your horses. Good stuff is to come.
In the meanwhile, I thought I'd share two of my all-time favorite creepy stories. Strangely enough, I can't stand horror in film, but I love suspense and the like in writing. There's something unique and talented about authors who can create a world of off-setting tension without actually using creepy music or frightening images.
"The Yellow Wallpaper" by Cltarlotte Perkins Stetson is one such story.
"The Landlady" by Roald Dahl is the other.
Check them out and let me know if you also find them creepy -- or if it's just me. (My siblings thought The Landlady was creepy, but The Yellow Wallpaper was just weird.) Hopefully, in the future, I'll actually do an analysis of what makes the above stories so unnerving and will share my findings here.
For now, the love of my life is calling me to bed.
Looking at you, pillow. Hehehe.
Write on!
Clove
3.05.2016
Character Imbalances - Revisited!
Hey all!
This year in January, I made a resolution to read way more than I did last year. That said, I've been spending a grand amount of time at my local library on rainy spring days, picking up and skimming through random books that hold interest to me. During one of these bookshelf scavenges of mine, I ran across a book by Ye Grand Writing Master James Patterson called "Run for Your Life".
As I was reading and my little analytical brain was scouring for elements that could be mimicked in my own writing, I realized that something was missing in my knowledge of character imbalance.
In case if you need to get refreshed, I've previously written two posts about character imbalance, one explaining what it is and one explaining how to use it. I won't go over those again, but I definitely do need to clarify what I said when I wrote those posts over two years ago.
Earlier, I basically implied that character imbalances must all be character flaws.
THIS IS NOT TRUE.
In "Run for Your Life", the main character Michael Bennett is an inherently relatable character, and yet he doesn't have any personal character flaws. I felt instantly connected to him, but not because he was struggling in some personal way, such as self-doubt, anger, or pride. Rather, he was humble and hard-working and extraordinarily likable.
Here's what James Patterson did differently:
1.) He exchanged character flaw for circumstantial pressures.
Rather than giving Detective Michael Bennett a personal inability or inner conflict for character imbalance (like a demented leg that keeps him from getting around while on the job or an inflated ego that blinds him from crucial clues), Patterson gave his main character circumstantial pressures for character imbalance.
As the story opens, the detective comes home for a long day on the field and must instantly care for his sick children...all bleeding ten of them. That's when you learn that Bennett is a single man whose wife passed away from cancer a little while ago, and he's the only one who can provide for his kids, along with the help of a sweet Irish nanny.
I haven't gotten that far in the book, but you can already tell that Bennett's children will serve as an obstacle to him. He seeks to protect his children and to care for them, and yet his antagonist is a highly-volatile, psychopathic killer. Bennett's desire for his children's safety, placed in opposition to his dangerous work, is just as relatable to the reader as any other character-flaw-type issue Patterson could've given Bennett. After all, which of us haven't struggled in a small way to keep those we love safe from harm?
2.) Simultaneously, Patterson pumped up the "no-bum" characteristics.
This year in January, I made a resolution to read way more than I did last year. That said, I've been spending a grand amount of time at my local library on rainy spring days, picking up and skimming through random books that hold interest to me. During one of these bookshelf scavenges of mine, I ran across a book by Ye Grand Writing Master James Patterson called "Run for Your Life".
As I was reading and my little analytical brain was scouring for elements that could be mimicked in my own writing, I realized that something was missing in my knowledge of character imbalance.
In case if you need to get refreshed, I've previously written two posts about character imbalance, one explaining what it is and one explaining how to use it. I won't go over those again, but I definitely do need to clarify what I said when I wrote those posts over two years ago.
Earlier, I basically implied that character imbalances must all be character flaws.
THIS IS NOT TRUE.
In "Run for Your Life", the main character Michael Bennett is an inherently relatable character, and yet he doesn't have any personal character flaws. I felt instantly connected to him, but not because he was struggling in some personal way, such as self-doubt, anger, or pride. Rather, he was humble and hard-working and extraordinarily likable.
Here's what James Patterson did differently:
1.) He exchanged character flaw for circumstantial pressures.
Rather than giving Detective Michael Bennett a personal inability or inner conflict for character imbalance (like a demented leg that keeps him from getting around while on the job or an inflated ego that blinds him from crucial clues), Patterson gave his main character circumstantial pressures for character imbalance.
As the story opens, the detective comes home for a long day on the field and must instantly care for his sick children...all bleeding ten of them. That's when you learn that Bennett is a single man whose wife passed away from cancer a little while ago, and he's the only one who can provide for his kids, along with the help of a sweet Irish nanny.
I haven't gotten that far in the book, but you can already tell that Bennett's children will serve as an obstacle to him. He seeks to protect his children and to care for them, and yet his antagonist is a highly-volatile, psychopathic killer. Bennett's desire for his children's safety, placed in opposition to his dangerous work, is just as relatable to the reader as any other character-flaw-type issue Patterson could've given Bennett. After all, which of us haven't struggled in a small way to keep those we love safe from harm?
2.) Simultaneously, Patterson pumped up the "no-bum" characteristics.
In my first post on character development, I talked about a main character like Sam who has it all: brain, brawn, and beauty. I basically warned against giving your character everything in his favor, as those characters tend to be 2-dimensional and predictable. Yet, as I thought about it more, Bennett is actually Sam. He's a detective and a natural problem-solver, definitely no mental slob. From all of his field work, you know he has a strong physique, and his mixed Irish genes give him above-average looks.
However, because Patterson still gave Bennett character imbalance (albeit in a different form), he is able to keep all of those strengths without making Bennett over-powered, contrived, or arrogant.
In summary, I earlier suggested that you ought to write a flawed character placed in hard circumstances custom-made to fix said character's flaw. But Patterson writes a well-rounded character placed in hard circumstances that are so difficult, you don't know if even the great character will be able to handle all of the stress.
Now, let me be clear. I'm not advising that you should only write "circumstantial pressure" character imbalances from this point forward. In my other posts about "character flaw" character imbalances, I mentioned some fantastic Disney/Pixar movies that have successfully used the "character flaw" character imbalance style.
However, in my current opinion (this could always change, hehehe), I really like circumstantial pressures best, as I've been experimenting with that type of character imbalance in Where The Broken Things Are. I've been free to up the intensity of the plot while still retaining respect for my main character (or so I hope, hehe), and that's been working best for me.
But, as always, every author is different, so do what works for you.
Any thoughts or comments? Let me know your preference in the comment section below!
Write on!
Clove
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