Events! YAY!

Happy Thanksgiving !!

So I’m home this weekend obviously for thanksgiving, which is a nice treat. We went into NYC today for the parade. I love NYC it’s pretty much the coolest place ever, I can’t wait to go to school there next year and live in the city. Anyhow I have so news that I figured you all would love to hear. First off I have quite a few school visits planned for this winter. I’ll be going to my high school, my middle school, and a friend’s middle school! How cool is that!!! I’m totally excited because I get to talk to kids and hopefully get them excited about writing… or at least reading! And I’m also in the process of setting up a signing at my local library! Whoot! It’s rather tedious though…. But I’m donating all proceeds to the local Food Pantry so it’s going to be worth it. And I’m still ever so excited that I’m finally over 100,000 words in The Snowy Waste! Oh and I re-dyed my hair yesterday! It looks sick awesome cause I have stripes in my hair. Like ligits really awesome stripes. As soon as I get a good picture of it I’ll post it.

Laters,

T.V.

100,000 Words

Hello,

Okay so FANTASTIC news!!!! I’m over 100,00 words for The Snowy Waste!!! PARTY TIME!!! so ya I’m soo totally excited! And I’m in such a perfect mood now that I thought I would share a scene that leads up to a big scene in the first book of The Final Thread Trilogy.

It’s during the campaign for The Dragon Empire…..

Fury built up inside Samjedabar’s chest till she couldn’t take it any longer and she charged into battle. Her blades swung in. Feron cauterized wounds on contact while Wreden slashed hot blood onto her with it’s ice-sharp blade. The blood only fueled her anger. Her Fa’Dor side relished in the blood and she felt her fangs coming out. She snarled and decapitated another enemy. Alone Samjedabar was turning the tide of the battle but her Elites were cutting a wide path of destruction alongside of her. Hot blood soon soaked her some was her own but most of it was from her dead enemies. Wreden came down and cleaved a daemon’s head like a melon. Blood and brain matter sprayed onto her face. A laugh broke from her lips. The exhilaration of the battle thronged in her veins. Today was the day she was going to die, but she as not leaving without making a name for herself in this fight. An enemies’ sword slipped by her defenses and into her lung collapsing it in one painful move.
Samjedabar looked at the blade in her side. She knew that she should be feeling the sting and burn of pain but she felt empty. As the blood poured out and stained her shirt the Drasdon took a shuttering breath. It was all pointless… everything was pointless. Why had she wasted so much time in this place where so many people hated her? At least she was at the end now. The end of everything that had ever meant anything. Blackness began to creep in to her vision. Then she remembered that there was a war raging around her and that she had a task to do. Even though she wanted to give into the enticing arms of death she shook her head and fell to the ground. Her hand wrapped around the blade’s hilt and she pulled it from her side. She could not leave this hate filled life yet.
Samjedabar looked around at the battlefield, her Elites were cutting a wide path of destruction. Out of the corner of his eye Faust saw Samjedabar pull the sword from her side. He stabbed his opponent in the neck and turned to run to Samjedabar’s side. “Milady.” He grabbed her under the armpit and hoisted her to her feet. “Are you alright?”
“I am fine Faust. Thank you.” Samjedabar said through the haze in her head.
“We can continue to fight if you need to make a retreat.” he said looking into Samjedabar’s eyes. He saw pain there. But there was also a fire burning there that told him she would not leave till she had killed The Herald, even if it was the end of her.
“No. I NEED to do this.” She said through gritted teeth.
“We can always assault tomorrow. You need not kill yourself when you can rest and be ready to go tomorrow.” He tried to pled with his Queen.
“No. It ends today or it doesn’t end at all.” she pulled away from Faust. “Best of luck Faust. It has been an honor to fight by your side.” she grasped his wrist and he grasped hers. “May Luck be with you.” she said before launching herself into the air.
Faust looked down at his blood covered wrist. Shock sank into every bone as he realized that he would not see Samjedabar again. Then he shook his head. He had to fight on. He could do this. So the Dragostean let out a cry and charged back into the melee that was raging.
Samjedabar flew slowly toward The Herald’s castle. Her vision swam and it was often hard for her to see if she was going in the right direction or not. Crimson dropped from her boot as the blood leaked from her wound and down her leg. Lifeblood was fleeing from her body. Yet it was not her time to go. Not yet. Just a little longer. After many long minutes of flying Samjedabar was on The Herald’s Plateau. She folded her wings and stumbled and fell to all fours as she hit the ground. Get up! she yelled to herself. Heal yourself. Now. A voice in her head said. No get up and go fight. You are as good as dead either way. Another argued. The first one won out for Samjedabar dropped a blue orb on her wound and healed it just enough to stop the bleeding. “And now I go to face my death.” she said aloud. And as soon as the words left her mouth a sense of calm settled over her and she was unafraid of what was to come.
The Drasdon got slowly and unsteadily to her feet. Then she started toward the front doors of the castle. Darkness greeted her when she hobbled into the empty entrance hall. Samjedabar staggered as all her sense seemed to fall silent, The Herald‘s magic was strong. She dropped another healing orb on her wound, her vision cleared and her sense of balance came back. Now she was ready to find Clewween.

I hope you enjoyed it…..

Laters,
T.V.

New Exyel

Hey guys,

Okay so I have some exciting news. I spent about five or six hours remaking the map of Exyel. And I finally finished. I did it all in paint. Whoot for me. Now here’s the wicked sweet part of the map. I took a blank world map and manipulated it. I cut, pasted, rotated, enlarged, flipped, you name it I did it to the map to get Exyel so see how many places you can pick out in the map. I’ll give you one to start with. The peninsula below The Pleuteken Manor is the bottom of South America. Cool right?

Laters,
T.V.

oops... long time no post...

Hi All,

So I’m bored in philosophy class and I thought I’d blog because I’m not learning anything new…. I never do in this class… haha. Okay so being sick really dampened my whole typing this week I only got five pages typed….. ugh.But at least I’m typing. So I can’t complain too much. Anyhow… I’m still very close to 100,000 words in The Snowy Waste and I’m so freaking anxious to get there yet I seem to be making such slow progress and angers me.

I wrote a few good scenes for Crimson Clashed With Ivory and they pretty much hint at some big happenings yet you have to be well versed in Vampireness to pick up on them. So I’m way proud of me cause I’ve had a friend read them and not pick up on it at all. So it’ll be good because die hard vampire fans will get it and maybe put it together while others will have to wait for the epic OMG scene.

Oh and also more big news on Zayden’Ash (formally Samjedabar). I changed her appearance. So she’s even more exotic and mysterious. Okay so here is a bit of her character profile sheet that I have typed up…..

Basic Statistics
Full Name: Zayden’Ash Celestial Exyel
Preferred Nickname: Ash or Zay
Age: 52,487 Elsons
Date Of Birth: Shay’Dor 13, 33770 After Founding
Place Of Birth: Twin Talons
Current Residence: Twin Talons
Occupation: Queen Birth order: First Born of twins

Physical Characteristics
Height: 5’ 8”
Weight: 136 lbs
Eye Color: Left: Green Right: Blue
Hair Color: Silver (red and blue glint in it if the light catches it right when it’s long. if it’s cut short the red and blue are very bright)
Skin color: paleShape of
Distinguishing features: Black and red wings
Dress: prefers black leather pants and crimson linen shirt with a red tattered cape
Mannerisms: withdrawn, very proud
Habits: chews lip when she thinks
Health: very fit and in good health
Favorite Sayings: “Buggar off”
Speech patterns: speaks without contractions
Greatest flaw: her power and anger
Best quality: here loyalty

so there you go…. And sorry again for the long time without a post. I'll try to do better....

Laters,
T.V.

oh and p.s. whoot for 25 posts!!

Writing Notebook and Stuff

Hey ya,

Sorry for not posting. I’ve been sick and it kinda is a downer on the energy…. Plus I had classes yesterday and I was totally zoning out! It was bad. But I went to bed really really early and got close to thirteen hours of sleep I woke up popped a dayquill and I’m doin awesome! Haha living the college life.

Anyhow I promised something out of my writing journals. Now I always carry pen and paper with me and I would always carry my writing journals around with me in high school so if I got an idea I could write in all out in class. I always seemed to get the best ideas in class…. Any how I found this poem in my notebook and I can tell you exactly when I wrote it because it was inspired by a picture. It’s this one of the gargoyle and it was tacked up in my French class and I looked at it and ideas just started popping in my head. And yes I'm pretty sure that's the exact picture. So ya here it is….

Stony Smile

The street below looks so dazzling,
She passes beneath and I note her passing,
For I sit here so high above,
Perhaps never to feel her love,
A stony smile on my face,
Forever looking upon this place,

Not always was I like this,
My life before had nothing amiss,
Until that dreaded, fateful day,
My world was snatched away,
A stony smile forced on my face,
Forever forced to look upon this place,

A knight of valor I used to be,
From a battle I’d never flee,
This is the place my life was stolen,
But my dreams were swollen,
A stony smile on my face,
Forever looking upon this place,

My lost love is surely long dead,
Sleeping, perhaps, under a flower bed,
My new love though, her looks are my plight,
Beauty that makes me want to take flight,
A stony smile on my face,
Forever looking upon this place,

A place I’m denied entrance,
For I must sit here in my stony trance,
Whishing she’d come up top me,
To share my love and let me free,
A stony smile on my face,
Forever looking upon this place,

The wind blows so cold up here,
With no one about to share my fear,
Of falling of my stony perch,
And plummet to the ground of this church,
A stony smile on my face,
Forever looking upon this place,

I hear soft footsteps on the stairs,
Could this be the answer to my prayers,
A warm hand runs down my cold back,
I see her hair so raven black,
A stony smile on my face,
Forever looking upon this place,

I’ve always wondered what you were,
Half man, half beast, is what you are sir,
She whispers to the chill air,
If only she knew, if only she had a care,
A stony smile on my face,
Forever looking upon this place,

I feel sorry for you, stuck up here,
She said with a tear,
Though it is nice to be,
Just us, just you and me.
A stony smile on my face,
Forever looking upon this place,

I itch and want to move my stone,
As I stretch and slowly turn to bone,
She gasps and looks at me,
As I stand am set completely free,
A stony smile not on my face,
Free to look upon this place,

I turn and smile at my new love,
She is truly the prettiest, the best of,
Anyone around, I love you,
I you too, if only you knew,
A stony smile not on my face,
Free to look upon this place,

As my heart beat loud and true,
I overlooked one clue,
One single thing that ruined it all,
I remembered only as I started to fall,
A stony smile gone from my face,
Falling upon this place,

Also I’ve added some new stuff to my site so check it out (sites.google.com/site/taylorvangclear/home)

Laters,
T.V.