I = Dork

Hey,



I’m ever so excited!!! So last night I posted the first chapter of my Vampire Knight FanFic…. I know I’m officially a dork now and write FanFic. And this morning I wake up to over 30 emails!! 8 are reviews. And the others are people marking me as favorite author and following my story!!! I’m thrilled needless to say! So I posted another chapter tonight. And I’m not going to lie this is the best free write sort of stuff I’ve done in like forevers! It’s so nice to be able to write without having to worry about connecting the dots and filling in gaps and making it all flow. I just write and it all just comes out however and apparently people love it. So it makes me ever so excited to keep it up. Plus it’s my new favorite way to blow off steam. I just sit and write and no pressure on me! I love it. And I’m sooo hyper cause people really like it and I guess my writing isn’t as crappy as I thought…. Anyhow as I said I posted the new chapter about thirty minutes ago and now and I just checked my email. And I already have two more reviews!!! YAAAAAAY! This calls for celebration…. EasyMAc is called for! Muhahahaha oh the college life!


Laters,
T.V.

College and Edits

Hi Hi,



Over the last few day’s I’ve been slipping back into college mode, winter break totally threw me off. So I’ve been going to classes which all my classes this semester are FANTASTIC!!! And don’t know if any of you all noticed but I made a new blog. It’s for my writing course. I’m tots def psyched about that class cause I’m hoping it’ll help me sharpen my skills a bit. And I’m sooo excited about the name of it cause I wanted to choose a cool, witty, intriguing, title and it kept eluding me till I looked over my outlines for my series. I borrowed the title for the last book in the second series. Muhahaha I felt so clever! Only down side of all my awesome new classes is the fact that I’m going to have a huge work load this semester so I’m a little tense because that’s cutting into my editing time on The Snowy Waste. But I’m still going for it. I’m only 14 pages in right now which is a bit sad. I keep agonizing over the beginning. Cause I’ll get an awesome idea and modify it then when I go back to it it just looked mucked up… so I just gave up on it yesterday and started working through the rest of it seeing as I have so much to do! It’s almost twice the amount of pages of A Colorless Myth and that took me about three months of hardcore editing to work through it three times… so I’ve gotta get cracking if I want to send it out this spring. But I suppose I should make Fridays my intense writing day since I have no classes… actually that’s a superb idea! Oh man I love when I’m smart! So I just hope I can edit. Edit. Edit. And Edit some more so I can send it to Daw. Because Daw doesn’t require queries I just have to send in my whole manuscript sooooo….. ya…. I’m totally looking forward to printing over 300 pages. Hahahaha what a party! So I’m probably going to edit and put off my boring Algebra homework. It’s seriously easy stuff so whoever is in college and can’t factor I will personally smack you because it’s so easy it’s boring. Wish me luck on edits!


Laters,
T.V.


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DONE

Hi. Hi.

I have beyond amazing news! Today at 9:46 I finished the rough draft of The Snowy Waste! It’s 331 pages manuscript format and 145053 word. I’m sooooo excited about this. I text all my friends ran into my suitemates room yelled about it in there then a friend and I went to applebees to celebrate. Tots def awesome night. And it’s Sunday so this week can only get better. Now I can sit down and do some hardcore editing and work my way toward getting this bad boy published!! Yay! And feel free to run around and scream in joy… it’s what I did. haha
Laters,
T.V.

What type of writer am I?

Happy Friday!



The best thing about college is picking your classes and this semester every weekend is like a three day weekend!! YAY! Any how I had my writing class yesterday and we had a prompt that we had to write and the prompt was to describe what type of writer we were. I was stumped! So I just went off on a tangent of what writing was to me. Then we had to share. So everyone was like “I’m a passionate writer” “I’m a technical writer” “I’m a procrastinating” “I’m an emotional writer”. Then some people also went off on little tangents about writing so I didn’t feel so stupid sharing mine.


Being a writer is something that I had idealized. When I was younger my mum would read to me and I loved it. I loved the stories the words wove even though I could not read them. When I had gotten older I learned that someone had written those books. That each book had been an idea in someone’s head at one point and that was so cool to me. Elementary school was full of writing but it was meaningless writing meant only to teach us how to write first in print then in cursive. Next was middle school and essays began to be assigned. That was when I began to hate writing because being dyslexic made spelling difficult for me and spelling always counted. Those three words “spelling always counts” became a phrase that I hated because it always condemned me to a bad grade. So I turned to books where the spelling was always correct and the far off lands made me forget I hated writing. Then the summer between seventh and eighth grade came about and my older brother and younger brother began drawing maps and going on about how they were going to write books. I decided I wanted to do the same so I started planning and drawing maps for this book I wanted to write. Then it came to putting pen to paper and actually writing it out. As soon as the world I was writing began to take shape I lost my self in my writing and I forgot that I hated essays. Writing my book was something fun and it did not matter that I spelled things wrong while I wrote it in my notebook. I would fix all of that later. My previous hate for writing had been washed away that summer so when I went back to school in the fall I was ready for whatever academic writing they had to pile on me. Academic writing no longer bothered me (even if spelling counted) because I had my world to slip into after school… or during class. Now it seems that all I do is write. It’s what makes waking up in the morning worth it!


TA DA! And there you have it… it doesn’t answer the question as to what type of writer I am but I liked it anyway. I still don’t know what type of writer I am… passionate. Of course I love my work… emotional. Heck ya I get so attached to my character… inspirational. I suppose I mean I inspire myself… mood. Indeed after all if I’m not in the mood I can’t write… procrastinating. Not so much after all I write all day it seems. So I suppose I’m a mix of a lot of “writer” types. I don’t write because I have to. I write because I want to. I don’t write for anyone other than myself. I enjoy ever minute of writing. So what type of writer am I? and my answer to that is ……


                           That’s a very good question I’ll let you know as soon as I find out!


Laters,
T.V.

Second Semester Whoot! and Raven-ness

Good Evening,

Today was my first day of classes and I had bio tonight 7:30-10:15. I was tots def scared that I would do horrible in the class because I last took bio junior year of high school. Turns out I was afraid for nothing. My professor asked me to stop answering questions so other people would have a chance. I guess that means I’m going to breeze through this class! Yay! Plus it helped remind me why I’m going to be majoring in bio… cause it’s awesome!!!!! Hahaha. Needless to say I’m very excited about this semester. I can’t wait for tomorrow I have two classes Nazi-Era Germany Pre Holocaust (can anyone say AWESOME!!!) at 1:55 and Algebra at 6:00. So over all a very nice day. Oh and in case you didn’t notice I redid my blog…. Again…. It’s just way to much fun to change the appearance. Oh so while I was slacking all day I wrote some awesomeness for Cry of The Raven/ Quest Quartet because Cry of The Raven overlaps hehe. Aaaaaaannnnnnndddddddd ya I think that’s it for now…

Laters,
T.V.

P.S. Here’s a part of Cry of The Raven….

     The silver washed city lay out in front of Raven, candles burned in some windows while others were black. A sigh escaped his lips as he tilted his head to the left… then the right… the castle was directly in every window. “What a waste… those candles could be in the dark houses of peasants who can hardly pay your damn taxes.” Raven muttered through gritted teeth. They would pay soon enough. It was only a matter of time till the castle was cleansed of the filth that lived there currently. A small smile crept onto his face as he stood on the slate roof. “Only a matter of time.” he said. The assassin moved along the roof and jumped through the gaping hole that lead to the ruined choir loft. He landed silently then walked to the edge where he could look down at the main floor.

     Some old pews remained in place with moth eaten cushions, but most of them had been removed from the floor when the small gang of assassins had moved in. Colored patterns of moonlight washed the creaky and decaying floorboards. Raven let his eyes wander to the stained glass windows. Many panes of colored glass remained in their lead fixtures, but some of the panes had been broken and jagged bits of color marked the spots. The pulpit was washed in candle light and Raven saw his friends sitting around a table strewn with parchment. He smiled, they were always the diligent workers.

     Quietly the black haired man walked down the spiral staircase to the main floor. He moved silently across the floor. After so many years of living in the abandoned church he knew which floorboards to avoid and which spots to jump. No one jumped when he came into the pool of candle light. The four assassins were used to their friend coming from the shadows. “Rave, take a look at this. We found some old texts in the basement that talk of the Royal family.” Elise said pointing to the dusty pieces of parchment on the table. His heart clenched a little in fear as he saw everyone reading.
     “Oh. Anything interesting?” he asked trying to sound uninterested.

P.P.S. I wanted a visual to sort of go with Raven's hide out. So Ii googled. and i found this site. And i LOVE the pictures. They are tots def what I had in mind.

If I don't write to empty my mind, I go mad

Good Afternoon,
Today is going to be an all day writing day for me. I figured I might as well since classes start tomorrow and I don’t know what my new work load will be. so I thought I’d have fun today. Any who…. I was looking for a good writing quote to put as my facebook status and I came across a lot of really good ones so I’m just going to post them here cause they rock! Enjoy!

• If there's a book you really want to read, but it hasn't been written yet, then you must write it. ~Toni Morrison
• I'm not a very good writer, but I'm an excellent rewriter. ~James Michener
• Being an author is like being in charge of your own personal insane asylum. ~Graycie Harmon
• There's nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and open a vein. ~Walter Wellesley
• The role of a writer is not to say what we all can say, but what we are unable to say. ~Anaïs Nin
• Writing is a socially acceptable form of schizophrenia. ~E.L. Doctorow
• I try to leave out the parts that people skip. ~Elmore Leonard
• Substitute "damn" every time you're inclined to write "very;" your editor will delete it and the writing will be just as it should be. ~Mark Twain
• Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart. ~William Wordsworth
• Don't tell me the moon is shining; show me the glint of light on broken glass. ~Anton Chekhov
• Easy reading is damn hard writing. ~Nathaniel Hawthorne
• Ink and paper are sometimes passionate lovers, oftentimes brother and sister, and occasionally mortal enemies. ~Emme Woodhull-Bäche
• I love writing. I love the swirl and swing of words as they tangle with human emotions. ~James Michener
• A synonym is a word you use when you can't spell the other one. ~Baltasar Gracián
• The only cure for writer's block is insomnia. ~Merit Antares
• If I don't write to empty my mind, I go mad. ~Lord Byron
• You write to communicate to the hearts and minds of others what's burning inside you. And we edit to let the fire show through the smoke. ~Arthur Polotnik
• Pen names are masks that allow us to unmask ourselves. ~C. Astrid Weber
• How vain it is to sit down to write when you have not stood up to live. ~Henry David Thoreau
• Read a book and give you imagination wings. ~ Taylor R. Vangclear

Laters,
T.V.

Growing Up

Salut,



So today is my last day of winter break at home. I move in tomorrow and classes start on Tuesday and I’m crossing my fingers that I have enough money for my 18 textbooks this semester plus lab gear for bio. If not…then I’ll make friends with someone who wants to share! Haha any how this is going to be a HUGE rant that I just feel like posting.

So I’m sitting in front of my compy (obviously) and I’m thinking. Now I just finished the second part of The Snowy Waste so I’m ecstatic mostly because the third and final part is so insanely short! And I cannot think of stuff to write currently… so I’m thinking about the whole going back to college and growing up deal. Normally I don’t think about this but I’m babysitting tonight for two little boys I’ve babysat since the older one was a few months old and he’s nearly four! So I feel a wee bit old watching them grow up. But mainly I was thinking about how the older one likes to play with my cell phone and when I first started babysitting I had that dorky old phone and I always hated it. It was mostly because all the “grow ups” had cool phones like the blackberry and other such nifty phones. Now mind you I was a sophomore in high school. And I couldn’t wait to “grow up” because I equated to being older to having a cooler phone.

Middle of junior year I got the Alias that flipped the two ways. Ya that was cool till everyone else got it and I felt like a kid again. Then as I started to get ready for college and what not I got the LG Dare and then I got to thinking that I have a cool phone now and I’m in college so that makes me almost grown up right? This is totally weird to me because I still feel like the same old me. Yet every one must seem someone different cause I went to visit the Aftercare I worked at last year and all the kids wanted to know about college and then they had to tell me how grown up it was that I was going to college and I was floored that they now saw me as a grown up simply because I was in college.

Because last year they knew I was in high school so I guess I was still a kid to them and now… well I must say it doesn’t feel much different. Well actually I lie a wee bit. I still talk to kids who are in high school and it seems sort of awkward to be a college student chilling out with high school kids. Sort of a creepy weird but not really it’s hard to explain. But here I am striving to become a well known author which is something “grow ups” do and I’m still in college! Man it’s just a jumble of me feeling like a kid yet being lumped into that “grow up” group. And then that also raises the once you get out of college what are you going to do… talk about rushing things. People are asking me this and I’m like I’m still a freshman and I have the ambitions I had as a senior which might not all work out in reality so come talk to me when I graduate. So I’ve decided that you’re only a “grown up” when you stop enjoying you job and other things you do. Why you ask? Because all the “grown ups” (excluding my parents) I knew when I was younger hated their jobs and lived for the weekend so I saw them as “grown up” because they did things they didn’t like and kids always get away with only doing the things they like. So that’s why if still feel like a kid because I was always that one kid in the class who LOVED school. And now in college I choose my classes and the time I take the class so it’s fun and I want to go to class. The same goes for, as I call it, my job. A.K.A. my writing. I love doing it and I doubt I’ll ever get tired of it. I’m more than happy with where I am in life and where I am going so I’m along for the ride at this point. One more point! As I was just getting ready to post this Weightless by All Time Low started playing on my compy and the line “If I could just find the time, Then I would never let another day go by, I'm over, getting old” I tots def agree!

Laters,

T.V.