Book Blogger Tip Tuesday #2

Messy Desk of Paper

Don’t forget you need to take breaks. Writing is meant to be fun so if it is just angering you it’s best to step away.

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Editing: Editors

Introduction

EDITORS!

There are too many of them, but also, not enough. Today I’ve compiled a list of just a few. These are the people who will turn your work to gold (sometimes).

Editors

  1. Structural: These are the editors who look (shockingly) at the structure of your story and twist and polish your manuscript until it’s completely different and hopefully for the better.
  2. Line: These editors look at each individual sentence and improve them so your story flows better.
  3. Copy: They get into the details: they sort out your grammar, spelling and consistencies in your book’s timeline.
  4. Development: These editors are useful just before publication, they help with moving the story forward and give you guidance before it is completely perfect for publication.
  5. Sensitivity: These ones are new. This type of editor makes sure that you are not going to offend anyone, especially if you’re writing outside of what you know. It’s always great to conduct your own research but a sensitivity editor just checks over all of that.

Conclusion

There are many more editors and you are not going to need them all, (remember these people will need paying) so it’s important to edit as much as you can yourself and know what you actually need improvements on. Good Luck Xx

Further reading

https://www.writersandartists.co.uk/writers/advice/638/self-publishing/editing/

https://www.bkacontent.com/12-types-of-editors-and-what-they-do/

http://greatstorybook.com/the-9-types-of-editors/

 

Not Exactly Time Travel

clockIt happened when he was sixteen. He was a few days off seventeen, not that meant anything now. They just…stopped.

Every person.

Every animal.

The sea froze mid-motion and the day never became night. He remembered crying out for several hours as he had run from his house screaming for someone, anyone to tell him why his mother wasn’t moving.

He’d cried a lot in those first few weeks. Especially when his seventeenth birthday still came around. He had moved his mother and sister into the living room, not that it mattered, there was no TV to watch, the electricity no longer worked.

He no longer needed to eat. He no longer felt hungry nor thirsty. It was like he had frozen as well. But he was not frozen, as the years waned with no days to count his hair greyed and his skin wrinkled. He had been everywhere in that time, he had walked across oceans and stayed in golden palaces. Though he soon realised what was the point of being the riches man in the world when no one was to see him in his throne.

He lost use of his voice and memories of movement became whispers. He wondered if he had just imagined it.

He returned home to die. He couldn’t remember which had been his house, nor even what his parents had looked like. All of it was gone. But it was still a sunny midday here.

Now old and frail he could no longer move. He remembered long ago, stories about people being eaten alive by wolves and bears. But there was no longer animals to eat him alive, he would not starve, only rot into dust. Perhaps then the world would start revolving again. Just this time without him.

Why Social Anxiety is effecting my Hermit Writing.

Hi Guys!

It’s been a SLOW week. Works has been keeping me busy non-stop and I have not had the energy to sit down and write. Partly because I’ve just finished a huge sections following one of my main characters Valsi. Now…I love Valsi, he spends most of the book wanting the illusion of a normal life back but have a pay the price of murdering his wife’s son to do so. What’s not to love?

However Valsi is a drunk, over friendly, funny man. NONE of things are things I am. Honestly writing social situations is almost as exhausting as being in them. And Valsi has to LIKE being in them. Honestly some days I just want to murder Valsi with a fork.

But I finally moved away from him this week and back to my main protagonist, Jaidev. At least Jaidev is as social awkward as me but I seem to have hit a wall in motivation. So it’s a surprise to me that’s I’ve written 7880 words. I’ve never kept an eye of how much I write per week so I have no idea if that’s good or bad but I’m impressed, though most of that was editing for perhaps not as many original words written.

So back to my more main characters Jaidev and Rajiv this week, once I remember how to write them properly. You may have also noticed this is a completely new format for me, let me know if you want more of these writing updates or what I can improve!! 

Everything is DIFFERENT Now! Law of Alloy by Brandon Sanderson Review

Law of Alloy

After twenty years in the Roughs, Wax has been forced by family tragedy to return to the metropolis of Elendel. Now he must reluctantly put away his guns and assume the duties and dignity incumbent upon the head of a noble house. Or so he thinks, until he learns the hard way that the mansions and elegant tree-lined streets of the city can be even more dangerous than the dusty plains of the Roughs.

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Introduction

I was vaguely aware when starting this series that at some point it would skip ahead 300 years. Still it’s hard to start a book without Vin. In fact it’s hard to start it at all knowing everyone I’ve grown horribly attached to is dead. It feels dodgy that this is considered a sequel at all to Hero of Ages, it is set within the same universe, but is in no way the same story. But it is the same writing, with the same down to earth, very dry humour and it definitely shows more in this book given the world isn’t ending anymore.

 

‘She sniffed. “I had some modest help from you.”

“It might be said that I had modest help from myself, technically.”

“The voices whispering to you as result of sleep deprivation do not count, my lord.”’

 

The Setting Changes

I’ve never read a Western but as a film genre it’s one I like. There’s something comforting about following a man on a horse who drinks whiskey like water and will eventually ride off into the sunset…BOY was I wrong. More on the western front than the sunset one. It reals back the pain factor that I’ve enjoyed in the other books but given how God damn funny this book was, I’ll let it pass.  And although it does start out as a western, this is more a steam punk mystery than a fantasy epic or western. I think Brandon Sanderson writes a lot better in a more realistic genre. I certainly understand what’s going on a lot more in his action scenes.

 

‘Wax cocked his gun softly, then drew a little vial out of his mist-coat and pulled the cork with his teeth. He downed the whiskey and steel in one shot restoring his reserves.’

 

The Character Changes

Wax is funny but also really traumatised, (my favourite kind of main character). I like him because I understand his dilemma, he wants to be one man but knows he must be another. He’s also in essence lost his ability to fight as he can’t face another battle, it’s something he really struggles with and you can sense that conflict all throughout the book.

Marasi also isn’t Vin. They couldn’t be further apart: Marasi is a timid uni student and Vin is a decomposing body right now. There is an easy path to find what works and just keep hammering at that. It would have been easy for this book to be just Final Empire but set in the future. Instead it’s a completely different story. Marking them against one another would be cheating given how different they are but Alloy of Law is a great book on its own merit.

 

‘“Why do they call it research if I’ve only done it this one time?”

“Because I’ll bet you had to look things up twice.”’

 

The Medium Changes

I want to talk about something not story related but book related. This is the first physical book I’ve read in a long time. If you follow me on Instagram (follow me on Instagram) you’ll know I mostly read on a Kindle. But it’s an absolute joy to hold a book in my hands and I stormed through this as it’s a joy to turn and fold real pages. Now I’m stuck between reading as I wish and pleasing my in-laws by using the kindle they bought me.

 

Burning at Dawn

The sounds he made were disgusting even to his own ears. But he couldn’t help himself, the taste was too much. The blood dripped down the man’s side and his tongue chased after it, his claws ripping in deeper into the flesh, holding down the prey as if the man was still moving. He was definitely breathing, his pounding heart bringing fresh warm blood to the vampire’s mouth.

HighwaySuddenly the trees exploded in red and pink. He tore himself away so quickly, a little bit of flesh came up with his teeth. The sun was blooming far off in the horizon. If he still he needed to breathe, it would be getting stuck in his throat.

Terror wasn’t an emotion he was used to, surprisingly there wasn’t much that could scare the undead, not many people carried stakes nowadays. But the sun and its rays of pure light was an ever-present danger.

He stood, letting the half-dead man roll over. He couldn’t care about that right now. He’d chased his game over several acres of farmland, with no shelter in sight. He started to back away. Was he really going to try and outrun the Sun? Looking over his shoulder at the rolling hills he realised yes, yes, he was.

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No one could work out what had happened. The bodies were far away from each other, though it seemed like the biggest coincidence of the century for them not to be connected. The first man looked like he’d been torn apart by a savage animal and quite a big one at that, which was unlikely in the middle of Coventry. The other…well the other was the real mystery. Spontaneous combustion they called it. And it was apparently a thing. But usually the victim wouldn’t know it was happening until it was too late. And if that was the case, why had the nearby residents heard screams and sobs as he had ran through the fields.