May. 26, 2008 -
to the one who wrote anonoumously (can't spell!), I know exactly what you mean! Esstellalim always seems to win these things!! I've tried writing books with characters my own age but they come out sounding stupid! :)
recently, though, i have found myself doubting whether or not I should do this. I have re-written one scene FIFTEEN times because I will have a dream playing out the scene in the book and it doesn't work! Its a simple part, nothing major and nothing really big. The character I'm tryin to give a good death scene (that sounds REALLY stupid!) isn't a character I like. I wrote him and created him but i don't like him. He drives me nuts! I hope I make my readers annoyed with him as well, but still sorta like him so that when he dies they don't sigh with relief and say "Finally, Kate! Jeez that took forever!" that is not what I want to happen! This character (I don't want to name him in case my readers here read my book when its published and they already know he's gonna die!) is semi-inspired by a kid from my Homeschool group that is cocky and sorta annoying. He ALWAYS thinks he's right, even if he's wrong, he's right! he thinks he's right more then any other teenage guy I have met and they ALL think they are right! (hahaha!) But this character REALLY is annoying! ARG!
Another thing that sorta made me think was the fact that my sister's friend Nicky, has started to write. I told her a while ago that I'm writing this book and then about a month later, she was telling her mom that she was going to write, like me! I thought that was so cool and it made me feel great inside. I'm sorta realizing that what I do and say in life does effect those around me! It never really hit me that way; I have always thought that I couldn't have anything to say of worth that would really effect someone's life! Nicky told me later when I asked her about her book, that I was the inspiartion for it. she said that she thought it was awesome that i was writing and that she knew me. She told me that she thought it was cool she knew an author that was going to be published and that she can't wait to buy and read it! It made me feel so awesome inside!!! :) HAPPY KATE!!!
so there is an idea that just came up inside and I'm just going to go BLAH on this post real quick! tell me what you think of the BLAH!
As she lay on her stomach in the cool grass, Kate sighed. She could have stayed there for forever and listened to the birds in the trees and the creek dancing over the stones. She could just barely hear a squirrel scampering through the fallen leaves. She wished she could have stayed there but there was work to be done.
Pushing herself up with a groan, she strapped her belt back around her thin waist and groaned once more. The sword and the dagger that hung from the belt felt heavier then it had. the sword was elaborate with a heavily decorated hilt and intricate designs running up and down the blade. She had won this sword when she was barely sixteen from the General of Blootiva. He had insulted her and her family and since her father was dead and her brother too young to even lift a sword, she fought him.
The dagger was the oppisite of the sword. Her best friend had amde it for her. The hilt was stained wood and the hommel was only a circular knob. It did not matter to her what it looked like; he was her greatest and truest friend and the blade had proved itself great through many battles.
Mounting her roan stallion, Kate sighed again. She could not wait to be home and the sooner the better. She had been gone for three years and she NEEDED to see all of them. What would Breaol (her brother) look like now that he was nearly twleve years old? would the town be the same as when she had left? All the way home, she wondered things like this.
It took forever, it seemed, until she was riding through the gates of Swan Tail and as she rode through the streets, she saw no familar faces. There were no calls of welcome, only scowls and suspious faces, wondering if kate would do them harm. This worried her for Swan Tail had been a place of welcome for all, the people were trusting (sometimes too much) and everyone knew everyone. What had changed her home?
"Excuse me?" she said gently to a passing man. His face, arms and legs were fifthy and he was missing nearly all his teeth.
"what do you want?" he growling in disgust.
Keeping her face calm , she asked, "I was wondering if you could tell me where I might find the Widow Meadowlark?"
"She's been dead for three years! Her son lives in that house now, if you want to call it a house. I'd stay clear of him, wench; his temper is feirce and his dagger unforgiving! be on your way!" he walked off and left Kate shocked at the news. Her mother was dead and her brother was feared; all this seemed wrong. Breaol would not have hurt a soul and now at only twelve, he was vicious? It could not be! A tear rolled down her tanned, dirty cheek.
Riding towards the center of town,hoping to find her old friend, Cruaf, Kate kept a wary eye on her saddlebags. Hitching the roan to a post outside the Dragon's Wing bar and setting a spell on her bags to prevent intruders, she walked in.
The atmosphere was smoky and smell terribly of rotten eggs and whiskey. Pulling her hood up so that it shadowed her face, she walked up to the bar keeper. He was a large man witha scruffy beard and mustache but no hair on the top of his head. His eyes were a dark black with no life and his frown seemed permanent. An ugly creature was tattooed on his upper arm and was bleaker then the man himself.
Like I said earlier, this was just BLAH so if its terrible, I'm sorry you had to endure it! :)
kate
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