NaNo is not going well. It's day 12 now and I'm supposed to have hit 20,000 words. I'm 6,000 below that. I know if I really put my back into it I could do all those 6,000 words in one day, but I keep getting side-tracked. I knew from the beginning that NaNo probably wasn't my thing. Writing a novel in 30 days, are you out of your friggin' mind?! But I thought that since I have no job or school work in the way for this year's NaNo I thought I'd give it a go. What I've found is that it's no my thing. I have a more leisurely pace of writing. I can write thousands of words in a day, but that happens when I'm not stressed over deadlines. NaNo is a huge, deadline that looms over me, makes me stressed out and that stress clears my head from any inspiration.
When this week started I thought I could do it, now I'm halfway through this week and now I''m convinced that I can't. NaNo feels like being extremely hormonal and going through puberty all over again. It's an emotional roller-coaster and I don't know what to do with all the feels :P
I'm going to keep writing because maybe there'll be a miracle and I'll finish on time. But for the rest of this day I'm going to play The Sims 4. I've been staring at that screen for long enough for one day.
Showing posts with label writing. Show all posts
Showing posts with label writing. Show all posts
Wednesday, 12 November 2014
Saturday, 1 November 2014
Introducing my characters
I finished writing my book in early October and next week it's time for me to ask for feedback from the ones who volunteered to be beta readers. In the meantime I've been using this website to make pictures of all my prominently featured characters. The representations are very "ish" - not everything I wanted for them was available.
1. Tanja (human version and vampire version)
Of mixed French and Moroccan parentage her skin is of a darker hue before she turns. Her hair is later cut short due to events and she switches between 21st century clothing and 19th century.
2. Erik (human version and vampire version)
About 110 years old. Turned in the 19th century and as a vampire keeps the style from thence.
3. Isabella (human)
The school bimbo.
4. Patrik (human version and vampire version)
Hiding his true feelings as a human he's not truly happy until after he's turned and lets himself free.
5. Rasmus (human)
Rasmus is special. The little cat on his shoulder is a hint.
6. Nemesis (undead)
About 180 years old. Her original look is that her left side is decomposing and the hair of that side has no shine. The eye is red on the left side and the mouth can't really smile there. Her right side is stunningly beautiful and elegant.
7. Sanguine (vampire)
About 490 years old. Turned in the 16th century, but spent a lot of time with the humans in the 19th century and adopted that style.
8. Elisabet (vampire)
About 420 years old. Originally from Hungary and just a little crazy.
9. Jack (vampire)
About 120 years old. Originally from England and more than a little crazy.
10. Umbra (vampire)
About 340 years old. Turned at barely 16 years of age she's one of the youngest looking vampires. But don't be fooled by her sweet appearance.
11. Caligo (vampire)
About 230 years old. Has been openly gay since the 18th century and led a difficult life and afterlife because of it.
12. Tenebrae (vampire)
About 230 years old. Bookworm.
13. Mortis (undead)
About 950 years old. Grew up amongst Vikings. His skin is supposed to be spotted, grey, and decomposing. He's also supposed to have a pair of tiny horns on his forehead.
14. Solveig (vampire)
About 750 years old. Originally from Norway. The oldest vampire in Scandinavia and the only one with purple eyes.
NaNoWriMo has started and the novel I will be trying to write this November will be the sequel to this story. Some of the characters will reappear, some more frequently than others. But my three new main characters are here:
1. Tanja (human version and vampire version)
Of mixed French and Moroccan parentage her skin is of a darker hue before she turns. Her hair is later cut short due to events and she switches between 21st century clothing and 19th century.
2. Erik (human version and vampire version)
About 110 years old. Turned in the 19th century and as a vampire keeps the style from thence.
3. Isabella (human)
The school bimbo.
4. Patrik (human version and vampire version)
Hiding his true feelings as a human he's not truly happy until after he's turned and lets himself free.
5. Rasmus (human)
Rasmus is special. The little cat on his shoulder is a hint.
6. Nemesis (undead)
About 180 years old. Her original look is that her left side is decomposing and the hair of that side has no shine. The eye is red on the left side and the mouth can't really smile there. Her right side is stunningly beautiful and elegant.
7. Sanguine (vampire)
About 490 years old. Turned in the 16th century, but spent a lot of time with the humans in the 19th century and adopted that style.
8. Elisabet (vampire)
About 420 years old. Originally from Hungary and just a little crazy.
9. Jack (vampire)
About 120 years old. Originally from England and more than a little crazy.
10. Umbra (vampire)
About 340 years old. Turned at barely 16 years of age she's one of the youngest looking vampires. But don't be fooled by her sweet appearance.
11. Caligo (vampire)
About 230 years old. Has been openly gay since the 18th century and led a difficult life and afterlife because of it.
12. Tenebrae (vampire)
About 230 years old. Bookworm.
13. Mortis (undead)
About 950 years old. Grew up amongst Vikings. His skin is supposed to be spotted, grey, and decomposing. He's also supposed to have a pair of tiny horns on his forehead.
14. Solveig (vampire)
About 750 years old. Originally from Norway. The oldest vampire in Scandinavia and the only one with purple eyes.
NaNoWriMo has started and the novel I will be trying to write this November will be the sequel to this story. Some of the characters will reappear, some more frequently than others. But my three new main characters are here:
Tuesday, 30 September 2014
My writing - the beginnings and the future
When I was 10 years old I decided I wanted to become a writer and from that day on I started writing stories. I still remember my first story being about superheroes coming from each of the planets in our solar system and they battled evil on Earth. Kind of cool, huh?
When I was 12 I sent a finished manuscript to a publisher. I did this in secret. My parents didn't know. Some time later I got a letter in the mail telling me that they couldn't accept any manuscripts from author's who weren't of age, but encouraged me to keep writing. I'm kind of sad that I didn't keep the letter - my very first from a publisher.
Between the ages of 13 and 17 I had my big surge of ideas. I have a big notebook where I tried to assemble all my ideas, but to this day I still find random scribbles in other notebooks of ideas I had. It's still those ideas that I refine into proper stories today. Most of the stories start in bullying, because that's the foundation I had while growing up, then there's a supernatural element that disrupts the every day way of things, the main character grows and is forced to face off against the evil that threatens both the everyday life and the supernatural plane. The main character is most oftenly an exaggerated aspect of myself. But in hindsight it's easier to see how the character would grow from the bullying today than when I was in the middle of it myself. That may be why I never managed to finish a manuscript properly, except that one time.
When I grew up I was told by my parents that it's very hard to make a living off of writing, and that you need to be very lucky. So I downgraded my writing from "future job" to "hobby" and started trying to find something else I wanted to do for a living. But this past year while I've been unemployed I've started seeing the potential in writing again. When things feel hopeless it's my writing that gives me hope again. Because sometimes it feels more probable that I'd be able to make a living from writing rather than find a proper job. So writing has once again become the thing I want to do and the thing I will continue to aspire to do for a living.
I have decided that 2014 will be the year. The year when I, for the first time as an adult, send a finished manuscript to publishers. I know the year is fast coming to an end, but so is my manuscript! All I have left now is getting to the final fight and tie up loose strings. It's time to wrap up the story, find my beta readers, get some constructive criticsm, edit and then send it off for reviews.
I'm excited!
When I was 12 I sent a finished manuscript to a publisher. I did this in secret. My parents didn't know. Some time later I got a letter in the mail telling me that they couldn't accept any manuscripts from author's who weren't of age, but encouraged me to keep writing. I'm kind of sad that I didn't keep the letter - my very first from a publisher.
Between the ages of 13 and 17 I had my big surge of ideas. I have a big notebook where I tried to assemble all my ideas, but to this day I still find random scribbles in other notebooks of ideas I had. It's still those ideas that I refine into proper stories today. Most of the stories start in bullying, because that's the foundation I had while growing up, then there's a supernatural element that disrupts the every day way of things, the main character grows and is forced to face off against the evil that threatens both the everyday life and the supernatural plane. The main character is most oftenly an exaggerated aspect of myself. But in hindsight it's easier to see how the character would grow from the bullying today than when I was in the middle of it myself. That may be why I never managed to finish a manuscript properly, except that one time.
When I grew up I was told by my parents that it's very hard to make a living off of writing, and that you need to be very lucky. So I downgraded my writing from "future job" to "hobby" and started trying to find something else I wanted to do for a living. But this past year while I've been unemployed I've started seeing the potential in writing again. When things feel hopeless it's my writing that gives me hope again. Because sometimes it feels more probable that I'd be able to make a living from writing rather than find a proper job. So writing has once again become the thing I want to do and the thing I will continue to aspire to do for a living.
I have decided that 2014 will be the year. The year when I, for the first time as an adult, send a finished manuscript to publishers. I know the year is fast coming to an end, but so is my manuscript! All I have left now is getting to the final fight and tie up loose strings. It's time to wrap up the story, find my beta readers, get some constructive criticsm, edit and then send it off for reviews.
I'm excited!
The amount of paper in my manuscript thus far.
Sunday, 4 May 2014
Escaping reality
When I was little I always loved Belle from Beauty and the Beast. Partly because of the beautiful dresses she got from the Beast, partly because she had a whole library, but mostly because she loved to read. I could see myself in that.
When I passed 9 I was one of those children who rather stayed indoors reading a book than playing outside. Books are still my favourite element to escape reality for a while, flying away, and when I finally have to put the book down I come crashing back down. If the book is really, really good I usually get a dizzyspell from putting the book down. I'm that far away. The same thing can happen if a I get into a really good flow while writing. I just disappear from the world and emerge again several pages later.
When I passed 9 I was one of those children who rather stayed indoors reading a book than playing outside. Books are still my favourite element to escape reality for a while, flying away, and when I finally have to put the book down I come crashing back down. If the book is really, really good I usually get a dizzyspell from putting the book down. I'm that far away. The same thing can happen if a I get into a really good flow while writing. I just disappear from the world and emerge again several pages later.
Sunday, 6 October 2013
Writings
So lately I've been in a sort of writing hype.
First of all I've been writing on my pirate story. The story is coming along nicely and it's still evolving in my head. As of right now it has evolved from being a stand-alone novel into a series. I don't know how many books it will contain but there will be a continuation of the story I have in mind right now. I think I'm more than halfway right now actually, but I'll have to see how the story turns out to really know. There are still a lot of details I'll have to add.
Secondly I've re-entered a universe that I created when I was 17. It's about a Japanese teenage girl that moves from Tokyo to Sweden and starts going to school there. The school is a bit special and during the school year there are strange things going on and this girl finds herself in the middle of it. This is also thought to be a series, but rather than having this girl as the main character of the series, the school is going to be the main ingredient. All the characters of the books will attend this school and all things happening will take place at that school. As of right now I have 5 books in mind, but the number may change. However I'm getting a pretty clear picture of the story of this Japanese girl. What I'm not sure about is whether I should make her story the first book or the last book, since the other stories in the series will take place before hers.
Thirdly I had a dream one night. A dream about a guy and a girl and this dream evolved into a story in my mind. It's pretty interesting cause this story is thus far general fiction. I've never written anything without a slight fantasy element to it. I don't yet know if this short story will evolve from general fiction into fantasy or if it even will evolve from a short story into a novel. Time will tell.
Fourthly I've started on a fan fiction. I've been spending way too much time on fanfiction.net and I finally gave in and started writing my own. It's in the Potterverse and it's a love story between Snape and Hermione, my current favourite couple. I don't like fan fictions where Hermione and Snape date during her time as a student, so most of those I read take place when Hermione is out of Hogwarts. They haven't met for years and they have a random encounter and start to talk about things in a neutral manner as two adults. And then things evolve from there.
Fiftly I'm considering to re-enter and re-use and re-write one of the fantasy worlds I created as a teenager. This one would be almost entirely epic fantasy in a closed world. Something I've never really done before cause I find it hard to create an entire world and at the same time make it believeable.
First of all I've been writing on my pirate story. The story is coming along nicely and it's still evolving in my head. As of right now it has evolved from being a stand-alone novel into a series. I don't know how many books it will contain but there will be a continuation of the story I have in mind right now. I think I'm more than halfway right now actually, but I'll have to see how the story turns out to really know. There are still a lot of details I'll have to add.
Secondly I've re-entered a universe that I created when I was 17. It's about a Japanese teenage girl that moves from Tokyo to Sweden and starts going to school there. The school is a bit special and during the school year there are strange things going on and this girl finds herself in the middle of it. This is also thought to be a series, but rather than having this girl as the main character of the series, the school is going to be the main ingredient. All the characters of the books will attend this school and all things happening will take place at that school. As of right now I have 5 books in mind, but the number may change. However I'm getting a pretty clear picture of the story of this Japanese girl. What I'm not sure about is whether I should make her story the first book or the last book, since the other stories in the series will take place before hers.
Thirdly I had a dream one night. A dream about a guy and a girl and this dream evolved into a story in my mind. It's pretty interesting cause this story is thus far general fiction. I've never written anything without a slight fantasy element to it. I don't yet know if this short story will evolve from general fiction into fantasy or if it even will evolve from a short story into a novel. Time will tell.
Fourthly I've started on a fan fiction. I've been spending way too much time on fanfiction.net and I finally gave in and started writing my own. It's in the Potterverse and it's a love story between Snape and Hermione, my current favourite couple. I don't like fan fictions where Hermione and Snape date during her time as a student, so most of those I read take place when Hermione is out of Hogwarts. They haven't met for years and they have a random encounter and start to talk about things in a neutral manner as two adults. And then things evolve from there.
Fiftly I'm considering to re-enter and re-use and re-write one of the fantasy worlds I created as a teenager. This one would be almost entirely epic fantasy in a closed world. Something I've never really done before cause I find it hard to create an entire world and at the same time make it believeable.
Thursday, 8 August 2013
Van Helsing, BioShock, Faerie Solitaire, Empire: Total War, Neil Gaiman goodness, and writing
It's summer, I have lots of free time and I'm going through games and books like crazy.
I finished The Incredible Adventures of Van Helsing last week. I missed a whole bunch of Achievements cause I didn't explore all the areas thoroughly so I might do another playthrough later. As with Dishonored for which I recieved all the DLCs in a spontaneous gift, so another playthrough of Dishonored may come around soon. The final boss in Van Helsing was interesting. At first I didn't get it. I thought I had to destroy all the towers in order to destroy the boss, but it turned out I just ruined and Achievement and that it would be possible to just kill him as is. I thought the lower blue bar was mana and I had to destroy the towers in order to destroy his mana feed and then depleet his health. Guess I was wrong, but I know that now xD All in all I really liked the game. It was fun and easy to play and Katarina always commented everything in a funny way. Van Helsing has no sense of humour. I like Katarina :3
When I finished Van Helsing I started up the first game of the series in BioShock. I was quite nervous since I'm not good with shooters. I don't move enough and I always forget to reload. But I manage quite well. Right now I'm running around Fort Frolic and it's not until now that I've found the game creepy. All those statues that Sander Cohen makes everywhere, they creep me out. The first one I found was a three-piece in a flooded bathroom with bad blinking lights. Stuff of nightmares.
Especially that one but pretty much all of them have scared me shitless every time I've run into them. Cause I always imagine them moving if I turn around and I don't want to back out of the room cause then there'll probably be a splicer right behind me when I finally turn around and it'll give me another jumpscare. But except for those statues and the occasional jumpscare I don't find the game creepy. I actually like the slightly dark and twisted atmosphere and the 40's music - it's cosy. AND I LOVE THAT ONE VERSION OF BIG DADDY IS CALLED ROSIE!!!! :3 >w<
In the beginning of the game I was also very interested in Dr. Steinman's bloody messages:
You can watch me play some BioShock on my new YouTube channel. First part here. Second part here.
Anyway, I'm still playing BioShock, but it doesn't really work when you're tired so towards the end of the evening I always played some rounds of Faerie Solitaire. I've finished the Adventure mode now and all that's left for me to gain all the Achievements is to complete all the challenges. And I may do that at one point just to collect all the pets :3
Yesterday I only played Empire: Total War all day. It's been a while but I quite enjoyed it and I think I'll be able to win this time around. I'm still playing as the UK, but yesterday I wiped out the US \^o^/ I have pretty much all of the West Coast in North America and I've just moved to start taking over India. I'm gonna be the supreme ruler of all! :D
When it comes to books. I finished The Ocean at the End of the Lane in two days. Although it wasn't very long it still was a book that I found hard to put down. It emitted lots of emotions and the world felt empty and dull once I finished it. Really amazing story. A childhood story. The magical and adventurous childhood that many kids wish they could have - me among them. After I finished the book I moved to the second volume of Sandman. I love that comic. It never ceases to amaze me, which is great. I love how every story is stand-alone, but still has a slight connection to each other. A couple of days ago I finished the comic and moved on to Neverwhere. I've only just finished the prologue and almost the first chapter, but it seems just as interesting, spell-binding and exciting as all other Gaiman books :D Once I've read the book I'll also watch the TV-series.
All this reading got me into writing again and I've been on a roll. I've got lots of things that show up in my head out of nowhere and then I have to somehow fit them into my story. My story is coming along nicely and I'm approaching a turning-point. My goal is to have it finished before this year ends. You think I'll manage?
I finished The Incredible Adventures of Van Helsing last week. I missed a whole bunch of Achievements cause I didn't explore all the areas thoroughly so I might do another playthrough later. As with Dishonored for which I recieved all the DLCs in a spontaneous gift, so another playthrough of Dishonored may come around soon. The final boss in Van Helsing was interesting. At first I didn't get it. I thought I had to destroy all the towers in order to destroy the boss, but it turned out I just ruined and Achievement and that it would be possible to just kill him as is. I thought the lower blue bar was mana and I had to destroy the towers in order to destroy his mana feed and then depleet his health. Guess I was wrong, but I know that now xD All in all I really liked the game. It was fun and easy to play and Katarina always commented everything in a funny way. Van Helsing has no sense of humour. I like Katarina :3
When I finished Van Helsing I started up the first game of the series in BioShock. I was quite nervous since I'm not good with shooters. I don't move enough and I always forget to reload. But I manage quite well. Right now I'm running around Fort Frolic and it's not until now that I've found the game creepy. All those statues that Sander Cohen makes everywhere, they creep me out. The first one I found was a three-piece in a flooded bathroom with bad blinking lights. Stuff of nightmares.
In the beginning of the game I was also very interested in Dr. Steinman's bloody messages:
Anyway, I'm still playing BioShock, but it doesn't really work when you're tired so towards the end of the evening I always played some rounds of Faerie Solitaire. I've finished the Adventure mode now and all that's left for me to gain all the Achievements is to complete all the challenges. And I may do that at one point just to collect all the pets :3
Yesterday I only played Empire: Total War all day. It's been a while but I quite enjoyed it and I think I'll be able to win this time around. I'm still playing as the UK, but yesterday I wiped out the US \^o^/ I have pretty much all of the West Coast in North America and I've just moved to start taking over India. I'm gonna be the supreme ruler of all! :D
When it comes to books. I finished The Ocean at the End of the Lane in two days. Although it wasn't very long it still was a book that I found hard to put down. It emitted lots of emotions and the world felt empty and dull once I finished it. Really amazing story. A childhood story. The magical and adventurous childhood that many kids wish they could have - me among them. After I finished the book I moved to the second volume of Sandman. I love that comic. It never ceases to amaze me, which is great. I love how every story is stand-alone, but still has a slight connection to each other. A couple of days ago I finished the comic and moved on to Neverwhere. I've only just finished the prologue and almost the first chapter, but it seems just as interesting, spell-binding and exciting as all other Gaiman books :D Once I've read the book I'll also watch the TV-series.
All this reading got me into writing again and I've been on a roll. I've got lots of things that show up in my head out of nowhere and then I have to somehow fit them into my story. My story is coming along nicely and I'm approaching a turning-point. My goal is to have it finished before this year ends. You think I'll manage?
Monday, 25 February 2013
Novella: Dawn
I published this on an old no longer existing blog before. But I really like this little novella that I wrote when I was 16 (can't believe it's already that long ago!) So I'll upload it again for people to read and, hopefully, enjoy.
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She paused, suddenly very aware that there was a scent of something in the air, telling her that something was going to happen and she knew she couldn’t do anything to break the way of destiny.
It was a cloudy, windy day in the early days of November. It felt like she could touch the wind when it blew between her fingers. Touch it, grab it and bring it home with her, something so highly impossible that seemed so possible. But the wind was lovely, even though its strength forced her to move forward. She couldn’t help it, she just smiled and couldn’t stop. In that minute she was undoubtedly happy. Happy enough to feel like she could do anything – and live through it.
The tensity in the air seemed to grow stronger the closer she got to the beach.
It was still dark. The wind had tempted her to go outside in her nightdress and coat, but she wasn’t cold, at least not noticeably cold. The wind was cold, but just the air itself was chilly, and the tensity thrilled her. Somewhere in her subconscious mind a voice told her that she was bordering on pneumonia, but she didn’t care, as long as she could have this time together with nature, she didn’t care what disease she pulled upon herself.
It was perfectly quiet, despite the wind’s howling. The birds hadn’t awakened yet and the dawn was very soon to start. The birds were late but this fact didn’t bother her. Perhaps they just didn’t want to fly and sing in the chilly wind? It was a perfect reason and in this she trusted.
When she reached the beach the wind seemed to calm down. The tensity was unbearable and suddenly it just bursted. A second later the sun started to rise from the horizon and the dolphins that had been hanging around the last few days began talking and jumping in the water.
She smiled softly as the sun’s first light struck her bare feet. The sun didn’t warm them, it was just the wrong season for that to happen, but it felt nice and she was happy.
The sight of the sun colouring the water red and orange was astounding and the most spectacular she’d ever seen and she wouldn’t trade this moment for anything in the whole wide world. This was her moment and she was going to keep it in her heart forever. Keep it and care for it in the deepest parts of her heart. She was never to let it go. This moment was hers.
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She paused, suddenly very aware that there was a scent of something in the air, telling her that something was going to happen and she knew she couldn’t do anything to break the way of destiny.
It was a cloudy, windy day in the early days of November. It felt like she could touch the wind when it blew between her fingers. Touch it, grab it and bring it home with her, something so highly impossible that seemed so possible. But the wind was lovely, even though its strength forced her to move forward. She couldn’t help it, she just smiled and couldn’t stop. In that minute she was undoubtedly happy. Happy enough to feel like she could do anything – and live through it.
The tensity in the air seemed to grow stronger the closer she got to the beach.
It was still dark. The wind had tempted her to go outside in her nightdress and coat, but she wasn’t cold, at least not noticeably cold. The wind was cold, but just the air itself was chilly, and the tensity thrilled her. Somewhere in her subconscious mind a voice told her that she was bordering on pneumonia, but she didn’t care, as long as she could have this time together with nature, she didn’t care what disease she pulled upon herself.
It was perfectly quiet, despite the wind’s howling. The birds hadn’t awakened yet and the dawn was very soon to start. The birds were late but this fact didn’t bother her. Perhaps they just didn’t want to fly and sing in the chilly wind? It was a perfect reason and in this she trusted.
When she reached the beach the wind seemed to calm down. The tensity was unbearable and suddenly it just bursted. A second later the sun started to rise from the horizon and the dolphins that had been hanging around the last few days began talking and jumping in the water.
She smiled softly as the sun’s first light struck her bare feet. The sun didn’t warm them, it was just the wrong season for that to happen, but it felt nice and she was happy.
The sight of the sun colouring the water red and orange was astounding and the most spectacular she’d ever seen and she wouldn’t trade this moment for anything in the whole wide world. This was her moment and she was going to keep it in her heart forever. Keep it and care for it in the deepest parts of her heart. She was never to let it go. This moment was hers.
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I had a thing for dolphins back then. A little too much perhaps. But I still do love the water. And I love being barefooted.
Tuesday, 20 March 2012
A really really short novella
I'm having such trouble finding things to blog about. It may be because my mind is otherwise occupied. Occupied with my essay mostly. But I feel like I should give you something to read. So here's a really short novella I wrote on the bus trip to France in 2008. Originally in Swedish, but easily translated.
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In a dark room, around the midnight hour, a young woman was asleep - uneasily. She turned suddenly several times and cold sweat broke out on her forehead. She whimpered and breathed heavily. In the mists of her dreams she was running around in a long corridor covered with mirrors from floor to ceiling. She felt chased and turned hastily off from her road several times, but after almost every turn there was a dead end covered with mirrors. Everywhere her terrified expression was reflected and all possible angles of her body. Many times when she tried to turn she hit a wall of mirrors.
But then the dream changed and in every dead end covered with mirrors was a man - well-built but with something grotesque. His face was covered in a sleek, white mask with holes only for the eyes and mouth. His rattling breaths echoed across the neverending corridor and he seemed to having harder to breathe the more she ran.
In a surge of sudden bravery she reached out to take off the mask. Quick as a flash he grabbed her arm and forced it backwards. The pain paralysed her and her newfound courage disappeared as fast as it came. Speechless by fear she stared at his expressionless face that was reflected from all around by the surrounding mirrors. The reflections enhanced the image of horror even more and she turned around and continued to run with the man's rattling breaths pounding in her head - but only in her head. Around her words echoed "When you see my face you'll die..." Gasping she closed her eyes and continued running. Suddenly she hit something. But her eyes closed she felt her way and heard something fall to the floor. She opened her eyes and looked up. The man looked down at her. It was the mask that had fallen to the floor. The eyes looking down at her were drenched with blood, two trickles of blood was running from them. The face was sticky with dried blood and when he smiled blood started flowing from the corners of his mouth. The woman screamed from the top of her lungs and in a bed far from there, she took her last breath.
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I couldn't think of what to write at the moment so I asked my teacher. He said something with mirrors and masks. This is what I came up with. It took me about 15 minutes to write. What do you think? I'm not entirely satisfied, but this was more unconscious than conscious writing...
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In a dark room, around the midnight hour, a young woman was asleep - uneasily. She turned suddenly several times and cold sweat broke out on her forehead. She whimpered and breathed heavily. In the mists of her dreams she was running around in a long corridor covered with mirrors from floor to ceiling. She felt chased and turned hastily off from her road several times, but after almost every turn there was a dead end covered with mirrors. Everywhere her terrified expression was reflected and all possible angles of her body. Many times when she tried to turn she hit a wall of mirrors.
But then the dream changed and in every dead end covered with mirrors was a man - well-built but with something grotesque. His face was covered in a sleek, white mask with holes only for the eyes and mouth. His rattling breaths echoed across the neverending corridor and he seemed to having harder to breathe the more she ran.
In a surge of sudden bravery she reached out to take off the mask. Quick as a flash he grabbed her arm and forced it backwards. The pain paralysed her and her newfound courage disappeared as fast as it came. Speechless by fear she stared at his expressionless face that was reflected from all around by the surrounding mirrors. The reflections enhanced the image of horror even more and she turned around and continued to run with the man's rattling breaths pounding in her head - but only in her head. Around her words echoed "When you see my face you'll die..." Gasping she closed her eyes and continued running. Suddenly she hit something. But her eyes closed she felt her way and heard something fall to the floor. She opened her eyes and looked up. The man looked down at her. It was the mask that had fallen to the floor. The eyes looking down at her were drenched with blood, two trickles of blood was running from them. The face was sticky with dried blood and when he smiled blood started flowing from the corners of his mouth. The woman screamed from the top of her lungs and in a bed far from there, she took her last breath.
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I couldn't think of what to write at the moment so I asked my teacher. He said something with mirrors and masks. This is what I came up with. It took me about 15 minutes to write. What do you think? I'm not entirely satisfied, but this was more unconscious than conscious writing...
Tuesday, 12 July 2011
Old writings
I should have helped grandmother move out today as well, but woke up with a bad-ass cold. Awesome. So I just continued the last two days of laziness. Oh wait, Sunday was everything but lazy. I studied French and some kanji, I wrote almost a whole chapter on my story and I collected all my RPG-notes into one notebook.
Yesterday my brain was really slow (a warning of the forestanding cold?) and almost all I did was to play The Sims 2 and I wrote a little. I also looked through my very old notebook of all my old ideas for stories to write. In some of the written ideas it's painfully clear that I was no more than 15 when I wrote them down, but most of the ideas are still good material. I'm getting all excited when I think of them. Two of them are fantasy stories that don't take place in this world, but in different worlds that I've created from scratch. Nowadays I don't have the energy to do all that. I prefer to write the more subtle urban fantasy. I pretty much hate reading urban fantasy cause they are all the same; sexy vampires and/or werewolves in a big city with a hot chick that may or may not have some supernatural powers of her own (if she doesn't she'll obtain them somehow as the story goes on). I prefer to write it more subtle. Like, this is our world, but there's something more to it. No vampires or werewolves and such, but magic. I'm heavily influenced by Harry Potter as always, although I've found my own style by now, unlike when I was 12 and pretty much wrote copies. But it's all good, Sweden needs more fantasy writers.
As I looked through all my old notes I got really interested in taking up writing an old series I had in mind. It was my big main story a few years ago and now I'm gonna restart it again from scratch. Alongside my big main story of now. The story I'm going to take up again is of a Japanese/Swedish girl moving from Tokyo to someplace unspecified in Sweden. There she goes to a magic school. Very Harry Potter-ish, I know, but I actually thought more of Creep School than Harry Potter when I wrote it. She's a rebel and she does everything opposite of what the society and the school thinks. I'm always having a lot of fun when I write this. I'll let you read the new prologue. I write in Swedish to get every part of the language correct. (Click on pictures to read).
My present main story takes place in the 19th century. The magic involved is kind of like the abilities in Heroes, only mine are better ;) It's the story of twins Jennifer and Jonathan getting accused of a crime they didn't committ and having to run away from their country. By doing so they get aboard a pirate ship. This is more a story of growing up and dealing with hardships. But I can't really write well without the magical element and thus this became a fantasy story. Once again I'll let you read the prologue in Swedish. (Click on picture to read).
Yesterday my brain was really slow (a warning of the forestanding cold?) and almost all I did was to play The Sims 2 and I wrote a little. I also looked through my very old notebook of all my old ideas for stories to write. In some of the written ideas it's painfully clear that I was no more than 15 when I wrote them down, but most of the ideas are still good material. I'm getting all excited when I think of them. Two of them are fantasy stories that don't take place in this world, but in different worlds that I've created from scratch. Nowadays I don't have the energy to do all that. I prefer to write the more subtle urban fantasy. I pretty much hate reading urban fantasy cause they are all the same; sexy vampires and/or werewolves in a big city with a hot chick that may or may not have some supernatural powers of her own (if she doesn't she'll obtain them somehow as the story goes on). I prefer to write it more subtle. Like, this is our world, but there's something more to it. No vampires or werewolves and such, but magic. I'm heavily influenced by Harry Potter as always, although I've found my own style by now, unlike when I was 12 and pretty much wrote copies. But it's all good, Sweden needs more fantasy writers.
As I looked through all my old notes I got really interested in taking up writing an old series I had in mind. It was my big main story a few years ago and now I'm gonna restart it again from scratch. Alongside my big main story of now. The story I'm going to take up again is of a Japanese/Swedish girl moving from Tokyo to someplace unspecified in Sweden. There she goes to a magic school. Very Harry Potter-ish, I know, but I actually thought more of Creep School than Harry Potter when I wrote it. She's a rebel and she does everything opposite of what the society and the school thinks. I'm always having a lot of fun when I write this. I'll let you read the new prologue. I write in Swedish to get every part of the language correct. (Click on pictures to read).
My present main story takes place in the 19th century. The magic involved is kind of like the abilities in Heroes, only mine are better ;) It's the story of twins Jennifer and Jonathan getting accused of a crime they didn't committ and having to run away from their country. By doing so they get aboard a pirate ship. This is more a story of growing up and dealing with hardships. But I can't really write well without the magical element and thus this became a fantasy story. Once again I'll let you read the prologue in Swedish. (Click on picture to read).
Wednesday, 10 November 2010
Writing
So since I have so much free time nowadays I have taken up writing again. It's pretty fun and it's going well. In two days I've written two chapters :) I feel proud. If I keep writing in this pace I might have a book finished pretty soon. I don't think it's great but it's better than some other stuff I've written and it's obviously a book for youths. I didn't want it that way, but it's hard to write like an adult when I'm a youth myself :P That's where it is. I'm trying to sound more adult-like, but I guess I usually don't?
Anyway I write in Swedish and if anyone wanna read the finished product and give me some feedback, just give me a nudge at facebook or msn or IRL ;)
Anyway I write in Swedish and if anyone wanna read the finished product and give me some feedback, just give me a nudge at facebook or msn or IRL ;)
Sunday, 31 January 2010
Well...
I wrote this from the top of my head about an hour ago...
You're my daydream
You're always on my mind
Your face is always visible
If not direct, then indirect
I can see you
And when I'm with you
All I want is to keep looking at you
Never lose sight of you
Look into those eyes
Drown in crushed glass
Blue glass
I never thought one could feel so safe
in someone else's arms
But I know that in your arms
I'm safe
I can't be hurt
Because you won't let them
And I love you for it
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