Dreamwalkers

Wednesday, April 9, 2014

Inside MadHatter's Hat: Sleeping Song, Sen oh Sen and Writing

Inside MadHatter's Hat: Sleeping Song, Sen oh Sen and Writing: Oh, how I love listening to this song when I'm going to sleep. And I so, so love the arrangement and the lyric. She like the fragr...

Inside MadHatter's Hat: Music, Camp NaNoWriMo and the Muse

Inside MadHatter's Hat: Music, Camp NaNoWriMo and the Muse: Love this song. It makes me feel good. Camp NaNoWriMo April is here so I'm doing that, I've entered with DreamWalkers. Speaki...

Monday, March 31, 2014

DAMN YOU, MUSE!

I wanted to post this for a while but my heart was still hurt from the betrayal of my Muse. The way she decided to spurn me after we have written half a book together and just willy nilly decided to change Firdaus' character.

Since he is the second main male character in this book, of course I have to REWRITE everything.

But, although it hurts, I have to admit--grudgingly--that the story becomes much more interesting this way. Firdaus was a hard character to write because he keeps things so contained within himself, and Medea is almost as contained as he, so their chemistry was really hard to write about. And scenes between Medea and Firdaus was so terse and silent with hardly any dialog at all, it worried me that it'd be boring, that readers couldn't relate to them.

This way the connection between them will be more intricate and intense.

Hey, as I write this, I'm getting excited to write this book again. Cool. Writing things down does help my process.

Anyway, when before-Firdaus was the strong, silent, twisted type--you can't grow up in the Sidhe and be sane--now, he's the reckless I-laugh-in-the-face-of-danger type, he's the one who lives and feels strongly, who milks every sensation and feeling until it screams with mercy, who basks and revels in every emotion whether that's pain or joy or fury. He lives with a hunger and greed for 'feeling' because in the Sidhe he has to keep everything inside, has to learn how not to feel because every flicker of emotion could be used against him. So everytime he's out of the Sidhe, he gobbles up every sensation that he feels.

And now, he figures he is ready to fall in love. And then he meets Medea.

This way, they're really a foil for each other. Firdaus has a cause and Medea will have someone to teach her how to feel again, how to live again. They will pick at each other, will bicker and bring the best out of each other.

Tuesday, November 12, 2013

What was I thinking doing DreamWalkers for NaNoWriMo?

Gah, anyway, here is new snippet.

Medea saw Elena eyed her from the corner of her room and ignored her. Elena was not only territorial, she was also protective, it was better if she avoided any confrontation with her. Or with anyone.

"Be careful with him."

Medea sighed. "Firdaus is a magic user and knows how to break my bones in 347 different ways. I think he'll be safe from me."

"That's not what I mean."

Medea kept her head down as she tied her shoes and didn't say anything more in the hopes that Elena would move along.

"I mean you should be careful around him."

At that Medea lifted her head to stare at Elena whose hands were mighty close to her revolver. "Are you saying he might hurt me?"

"Of course not. Yes. No." Elena sighed and crossed her ankles, her shoulders slumping. "Not in the way you're thinking, he's...he's a half-ling, Medea."

Medea's eyebrows lifted. "Wow, would never peg your for a speciest, El."

"Don't call me El, and you know I didn't mean it that way."

"No, I don't." Medea pushed the last stack of T shirts into her backpack and stood. "You're the one who lobbied for him to be my Champion and now you're saying I'm not safe with him."

"You'll be safe in all the way that matters, he will guard you with his last breath but the fact that he is a half-ling, that he is part Sidhe makes things complicated."

"I know all the stories Elena, I know how dangerous the Fae are."

"No, you really don't." She straightened from the wall and looked down on me from her height. "Most of the Fae like the Kelpie, the will 'o wisp, even Rumplestilskin they want a specific thing from you: your life, your first born child, whatever, but the Sidhe are different. The Sidhe would take your most intimate, most cherished secret desire and twist it until you don't recognize what you've become. With most of the Fae the worst it can get is that you die, but the Sidhe won't kill you," she said as she holstered her weapon with a firm and steady hand. Her green eyes vivid against the fairness of her skin. "They will unmake you."