Writer’s block = writer’s indecision.
Writer’s block = writer’s indecision.
LET’S TALK ABOUT APPS!!
(I’m sorry I just really like organisational apps).
Don’t do it for fame.
Do it because you love it.
Some more scary advice: Talk to people who can relate to what you’re writing about. You don’t have to write about only your experiences but at least do your research.
People are surprisingly helpfully and friendly.
I know that’s hard to believe.
Trust me, I’m a hermit too.
Just remember when you think you’re manuscript is shit: 50 Shades of Grey got a movie deal.
(Realise this piece of shit got a MOVIE DEAL)
Let me tell you about my charatcer Divya. Divya is a shy thirteen year old slave with a navie mind and fascinated with the stars and moons of her planet. Every word I write for her fits her character perfectly. She has a life outside of her arc filled with friends and love and hobbies and hope and dreams. She is by far the best character I have ever written and favourite to write.
And I’m deleting her.
I always thought it harsh saying that if it wasn’t plot relevant, it wasn’t worth having in the story. But now I understand. Divya isn’t plot relevant. In fact, the amazing arc of Divya takes away from plot. But even though I love her, I realise my plot is more important than any character.
So yeah, I’m sad (very sad, I may have cried taking out her scene), and I’m going forward the knowledge that if I ever have to take a character out again, they won’t be as good as Divya.
Jeanette Winterson once said to change the phrase ‘epiphanic moment’ to ‘moment of epiphany’.
Synopsis: Fifteen year-old Yael is on the run. The Jewish girl seeks shelter from the Germans on the farm of the village outcast. Aleksei is mute and solitary, but as the brutal winter advances, he reluctantly takes her in and a delicate relationship develops.
As her feelings towards Aleksei change, the war intrudes and Yael is forced to join a Jewish partisan group fighting in the woods.
Torn apart and fighting for her life, The Song of the Stork is Yael’s story of love, hope and survival. It is the story of one woman finding a voice as the voices around her are extinguished.
Review: This book is an amazingly beautiful especially in displaying the bleakness of humanity. A lot of this book is spent talking about what is left of humanity when hope is gone and how evil anyone can become and this book never lets you forget how horrible the world is. It also creates incredicbly real, reable characters that truly drives the story. It isn’t a book of happy endings and romance, it is a book of harsh realities and this is what makes it so good.
I would recommend this book to anyone who can read and please tell me your own thoughts on the Song of the Stork.
He was dying, drowning in his own blood. The little princess floated over him, watching the brown skin turn sickly yellow.
She was young, always would be young and stubborn. He couldn’t die because she demanded it. She tried to scream at him. To get up, to run. Even if anyone could hear the ghost, her screams would have been drowned out on the battle field. An armoured foot crushed him further into the ground. She screamed once more, now in furious and send out her hand, her fingers spalde. The man flew into the air, her webs cutting through his armour and flesh like butter. She didn’t wait to see his fall, once again at His side. she screamed again, what else could she do. Only her destructive webs could touch the living. Still she hammered down on his chest, her tiny fists disappearing into his chest. She didn’t stop even when the battle ceased and his body was dragged away. Only when her hands fist solidly against him, did she stop and wail a final time.