Does a comeback post need an intro? fine... I'm back.

Hey. The title says it all: I'm back. Idk what happened, exactly, to my blog. Maybe a mix of uncaring with a dash of school graduation hectic-ness rolled up into an oblivion of thought. But hey, life happens right? I've come to notice that somehow, in the last month, this blog has gotten over 100 page views. It probably has a lot to do with Nanowrimo, and a lot to do with school, but hey. Why did I stop writing? I know a ton about writing. I know a crap load about writing theories. Why did I stop posting here? Because I succumbed to be what everyone else figured I would be.

Yeah well enough of that. On to the first post Ive made in a long time.

Whatever your heart Desires #2

The other part of the story. What the Main character's heart desires.

The main character's desire is the basis for the story and for the plot.  It's Important to have the main character's Desire to be a noble or notable one, because otherwise it becomes difficult to relate. Remember, you need to make the reader care about your story. If what the main character desires is to eat a cake, and he can grab a cake in the first three pages. . . It really takes away from the point of the story The main characters true desires should be something you can write that allows people to relate to them. Either way, be creative and have fun in your writing!

Whatever your heart desires. #1

Well, I was told in class to post about whatever my heart desires. I know a second one is coming up, so I'm going to post about just that: Whatever your heart desires.

This truly is the defining factor for choosing the plot of the story. A good story  needs to have a drive for whatever your heart desires, for the side characters, the villain, and the main character him/herself! Without it, it becomes dull and uninteresting.

When having your story, be sure to give people something they can relate too- especially for the villain  If what your heart desires is to kill the main character... Sorry. That's not usually the best underlying factor for a good stories development   The main character should, in some way, foil what the villain wants in order to achieve what he needs.

Now that being said, the villain isn't usually evil for an evil cause. Remember, most people are inherently good. Most don't just run around killing people for their pleasure. That being said, some smaller-tier villains can be great having that purpose alone, like some deranged, crazy butcher that loves carving FLESH. But for the main villain, why is he evil? It's a question every writer should seriously ask themselves, and realize that to the villain, the Main character is the bad guy.

The beginning...

Here's an excerpt of what I have been working on for you readers. Just because I have to.

Aurell walked down the streets of the great city of Lumendere, marveling at the great workmanship of the Lumendei forefathers. She had never been to Lumendere before, but was completely enthralled by the mysticism of it all. The city gates themselves were almost a hundred meters tall, barely showing as a spec in the huge Man-made city. For miles, she could see the huge statues holding up the main level, fading off into the distance because of their sheer size.

            In the peculiarity of it all, despite being thousands of meters both above and below the surface, the city had true sunlight, plants and flowers, and it felt like she was still outside; the Spell Weaving from countless experienced individuals kept the city in the condition it was in. She was awed at the peculiar feeling of statues and staircases disappearing into the sky, knowing they were helping to hold the massive foundation of Lumendere. Vibrant colors and floral scents filled her senses, and she found it difficult to believe this was truly an underground city. The only thing that kept her on track was the small sense of claustrophobia she had at the mountainous walls that bordered the length of the metropolis.

            This is more than a city, she thought. This is… unbelievable.

            Aurell turned her attention to the path in front of her, scanning her surroundings to find where she needed to go. She was unfamiliar with the other races that scampered about the city streets, and it put her on more of an edge then she would have thought. She passed by an Aeon sitting by the main path, trying her hardest not to stare. Despite her precautions however, her unquenchable curiosity was greeted by the creature.

            “What’s the matter, daughter?” The Aeon asked.

            Aurell stood speechless, marveled by the Aeon before her. He was clad in a robe of whiteness and while sitting down, he still managed to reach about six feet in height. The Aeon had no eyes; instead his skull encased where his eyes would be, indented with the glowing symbols strewn about his face. Distracted by his sheer size and alien appearance, she was slow to compute his words.

            “Daughter?” She asked, “I’m not your daughter.”

            He chuckled at her words; reaching into his robe and pulling out a map, he handed it to her. “It’s my job to help people navigate Lumendere. Is there anything else you need?”

            Aurell was still confused, but graciously took the map of the city. She didn’t have any idea where she was going and a map would be just what she needed. She swallowed her anxiety and asked the Aeon, “Um, can you point me in the way of the Evokers guild?”

            “Which one?” He asked.

            “. . . Which one?” She repeated. Silently, she was giddy with excitement. She lived in a small village which had only known Fei’s Evoking. She knew other guilds and studies existed, but only in her wildest dreams did she think she would find the others. However, her outward show of giddiness was naught- she was terrified to have so much to take in.

            “The closest one to here is Fei’s, if you’re interested in that one,” the Aeon suggested, “It’s roughly ten leagues away, directly under the southern great statue.”

            Aurell thanked the guide and continued on her way, heading towards the monumentally tall statue. She continued for a while along the path, taking in the tremendous amount of new information. Anxiety struck at her constantly, and often times she had to sit down and breathe deeply just to stay sane. Growing up in a small hamlet far to the north, she had never experienced such a breathtaking conglomerate of people before. Her anxiety built up when she had left her home, slowly accumulating as she traveled thousands of kilometers away. Now, at fourteen years old and not technically an adult until next week, Aurell was struck with an overwhelming sense of Agoraphobia.

            Aurell turned to the only think she could think of to calm herself down: Magic. The pursuit of knowledge has always intrigued Aurell though, she hadn’t known much of it growing up- aside from a book she got for her birthday when she was younger. She intently studied the symbols crawling up her left hand, impressed with her progression. All Lumendei had symbols on their dominant hand and although she wasn’t sure what they meant, she did know that it was directly linked to the magic she used.

            As Aurell gestured towards the ground, faint green colors swirled within the runes on her hand while she Evoked a simple idea she had done many a time. A small pea plant rapidly matured and bore fruit until she finished her Evocation. She smiled and picked a pod from the plant, sticking the entire thing in her mouth; the sweet, slight savor of the peas bringing back a nostalgic euphoria. Aurell had always enjoyed the squint peas her mother had evoked and eating them once again helped focus her mind on where she needed to be going.

            Aurell picked a few more peas and, as a common courtesy, reverse-evoked the rest of the unused plant.

           

            

EmbarrASSment

Embarrassment... 

Dignity. Always Dignity.

This phrase has been used sarcastically on the ballroom team for a while now. Why? When someone does something embarrassing, it usually drops their level of Honor or Dignity. What does that mean anyway? A sense of self towards the community? Could a beggar not be honorable?

This post however, isn't about honor. Its about Embarrassment. Embarrassing things happen all the time. Often times, embarrassment can stem from a large misunderstanding, like your parents, teachers, or coaches publicly chastising you  for something that isn't your fault. Even if it wasn't your doing, you can't say anything or you'll look like a delinquent, so you sit there and take it like a man (or woman).

Those are some really embarrassing moments. How can you tie things like that into writing? I'll give you perhaps the most obvious example: Romance. 

Here's a funny romantic story to quench your thirst for knowledge. Wait no its right here. Here? where is it?

Oh-Found it. HERE is the story. 

Okay it wasn't much of a romance as it was a comedy, but lets take a look at the elements. The three ultimate horrors that could be accomplished in "chick-lit" novels are as follows: 

1: The love interest ends up with the jock or the head cheerleader, or somebody that's just wants them for their bawdy personality (you see what I did there?)

2: The love interest is driven away by something stupid the main character does*** 

3: The love interest is a creepy pedophile who watches you in your sleep, paler then ice, and has the uncanny ability to love the main character despite the fact shes nothing more then a shell  without showing a shred of emotional attachment and expects her love interest to do everything for her.

Sorry. typo- I mean the love interest dies.

With those three things in mind. . . Lets start something. Write about an embarrassing plot twist/climax that ruins the main characters chances of getting the love interest.

Courage, An important hero's tool.

 Courage.

Love it? Hate it? What is its purpose in creating heroes?

Well. Courage is the building block of underdog heroes. Lets take into account something like STAR WARS. Star wars is a perfect example for courage; Luke doesn't exactly enjoy the idea of his family being murdered by the empire, but faces the threat like a [whiny] man and decides to go with Ben Kenobi on his adventures. Little did Luke know, old Ben was Obi wan Kenobi, a general in the clone wars. Luke had more then he bargained for.

Star wars reviews aside (for we WILL get to those star wars reviews) Luke shows a remarkable amount of courage in the activities he shortly after leaving his home. Luke, a boy who had barely seen the cities on his own planet, decides to travel off world in a vain attempt to help this princess who spontaneously popped into his life.

Courageous? I think so. Webster's Dictionary says the following: Mental or Moral strength to venture, persevere  and withstand danger, fear, or difficulty.

 What does that mean? What do you think it means?

 Prompt: Courage. . . Well, write about a time, scene, or scenario where the hero is courageous. I think that's an appropriate topic.

Fear

Here's a Chance for me to show off my Skilz
Because I need to for class, here is a poem i wrote on FEAR


If it takes a thousand years,
Eventually my strength will prevail
And I will rid myself of my fear

I wish for a soulmate to love me
I will succeed, I will not fail
If it takes a thousand years

I long for someone to hold me
I'm battered, fragile, and frail
But I will rid myself of fear

I wish that you could set me free
And I would see you in your veil.
If it takes me a thousand years

Under the shade of an aspen tree
I promise myself with you I will sail
And i will rid myself of fear.

Now you said you loved me, for all eternity
And even if i still turn pale
If it takes me a thousand years
I will rid myself of fear.