Most writers have kept a journal at some point in their life. I was no exception. I may have gotten my first diary in grade school, having one through middle school. In the pages of that diary are details of my first crush, angst over being punished by my parents, as well as all the exciting details of my life then, going out with friends, and what not.
Back then I was writing something called The Mystery Club. It was based on The Babysitter's Club, only it was characters based on myself and friends and we solved cases instead of watch kids. I even gave us an adult advisor of sorts based on an actor I had a crush on at the time. I had all kinds of fun writing it. At the end of each story in the back of the notebook I wrote it in, I would actually have journal entries of each character and their thoughts on how the case ended up.
That was the first time I revealed character's journal entries. As a writer, you are always in your character's thoughts at least when they are being cooperative. But in journal entries, sometimes like with us, they reveal thoughts and ideas that do not get brought up in the story line.
In Twisted Revenge, the main character Jocelyn Barnes reveals some of her inner most thoughts in journal entries that are ordered for her to write by her psychologist. In them she talks about her feelings about what has happened to her, and she also talks about things from her past. She also reveals the story line of her book, as she is also a writer in the story line.
Writing character's journal entries is a really fun way to not only get into the character's head more, but it can bust writer's block at the same time. A character's thoughts and feelings and experiences can be enough to spark an idea and realize more about the character.
So, here's my thoughts. Writers, which character from your book(s) would you like to see journal entries of, or for that matter have your readers see? Next month, I'd like to feature authors with a journal entry from one of your characters. You can add links, blurbs, cover photos, even have a giveaway. If you're interested, or want more details, feel free to message me at JenniferBrownAuthor@gmail.com.
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Saturday, November 9, 2013
Friday, November 1, 2013
Some Writing Advice on Nanowrimo from Author Ellie Potts.
First off, thanks
Jennifer for inviting me over. I will not be taking part in this
year’s NANOWRIMO, as I will be spending my November editing. Last
year was actually the first year I won. Writing a book in 30 days is
hard!
My first year doing
NANOWRIMO was in 2009, I never finished because my husband got really
sick and two months later after contracting MRSA and having blood
clots he had to have open heart surgery. So you can understand why
writing was the last thing on my mind. The next year we had a loss in
the family. Again you can see why writing was not a priority. And
then in 2011 I started a new job that November. One I had never done
before, and by the time I got home I was way too tired to think about
writing. Last year I had some obstacles to overcome but most where
towards the end of the month, and by that time I had made it over the
halfway point which made it easier. I finished the rough draft
actually a few days early then the 30 day mark.
I do want to say that
you need to do NANOWRIMO at least once, and actually complete it.
Writing is hard, so don’t let anyone convince you that it is easy.
I learned that not to worry about correcting something you don’t
like, just continue to write. You can always fix it on your rewrite.
I actually had to train myself to do that or I would go back and fix
it, get frustrated with the story and just put it on the side. By
charging on it helps. I find it easy to know how my story is going to
end. If I don’t have an ending I am not sure where the story is
going. That might work for short stories, but not for actually books.
I will actually say this as well, don’t give up. Even if you don’t
complete it in 30 days don’t stop keep going until you’re done.
The feeling you get from finishing your story is the best feeling in
the world, okay one of the best feeling in the world. ;)
For more info on Ellie
and her books check out her blog:
Wednesday, October 9, 2013
The Inspiration behind Island of the Zombie King, coming soon from Ellie Potts.
Thanks Jennifer for
asking me to popping in today. Happy October everyone. I am a fall
baby, born in November but it is October I love. When the changes of
fall are all around. The temperature is falling; you can wear thin
long sleeves, well here in California anyways. Of course October
brings thoughts of pumpkins, candy, baking, and of course Halloween.
But to me October brings my favorite movie time to TV! 31 days of
Horror movies.
I have always been a
horror nut. I love the scary. I love a good scary movie that will
make me want to cover my eyes, or that gets me to jump. I would have
to say that it all started with my dad showing me Night of the Living
Dead when I was around four. Zombies terrify me to this day, but I
cannot look away! I need more. MORE. But as the zombie craze comes
and goes, so does the good and the bad. It is okay though, sometimes
even bad movies are fun to watch to make fun of.
For your enjoyment I
wanted to share the first chapter of Island of the Zombie King which
will be released in 2014:
The World of Decay. .
.
Hungry and in need for
fresh water a young man is driven from the safety of his apartment.
He sneaks out, the sun making him shade his eyes briefly. He hadn’t
been outside in over three weeks. The sun felt nice on his skin. He
hadn’t seen one of the undead for over four days. He thought they
were all dead as he walked. Today he was finally going to get out of
this virus infested city. He had walked all day in thought. He saw
the bridge. And then behind him came the moans. Had he heard them
earlier?
He turned. His cotton
candy pink hair flapped in the coastal air filling his nose with the
stench. There they were. All his optimism bottomed out. A huge group
of men, women and children slunked after him. Their skin no longer
living, torn, ripped in colors of off-blue and greens. The bites or
wounds that had caused them to be one of the undead clearly showed
under the clear sky. He did all he could think of and started to run.
He had made it to the middle of the Golden Gate bridge, stopping
suddenly.
In front of him came
another horde of the undead. He was trapped. There would be no way to
fight his way out of it. Dead no matter what. He went to the edge of
the bridge, and looked over at the rough waves below him. He would
have one last choice on how he died, and climbed over the edge. The
moans of the dead got louder as they got closer. He closed his eyes
and said a small prayer of forgiveness. His hands let go of the
railing, and he fell, eyes still closed.
There was no life
before his eyes, or bright light at the end of the tunnel. Blackness.
The rough saltwater waves ate him. Tossed and turned his dead body.
When the body was faced up, the dead eyes stared up at the sky now
clouding over. And something darkened in them, not much, but a small
spark. And his mouth opened filling with saltwater. All memories of
who he was gone, and now he was just there. It craved flesh, but the
water sucked him under. It could not swim, and as the body moved
slowly the ocean current pulled it out.
A woman screamed. The
high pitch shriek filled the empty city, echoing off the empty
buildings. New York, once loud and filled with people, lay in ruin
and death. The undead walked the streets, moving to the scream. She
thought her plan would have worked, but it hadn’t. There was just
too many of them. Her screams died off as the zombies pulled their
own piece of her away to eat. Blood covered the streets and windows
of the empty store fronts, and moans filled the air as the sun
started to fall.
The world now lay in
ruin, the dead bodies of millions waited around for movement. Waited
to feed. They walked around the north, as the winter clouds
threatened snow and rain. They walk around the south where the
government had dropped a bomb hopping to stop them. But it didn’t,
they walk around the desolated area. The dead owned the world. No
more fighting based on religion or race. Beautiful wonders left to
ruin. A race left to extinction. A world left to the dead to crumble
away just like them.
For more info on Ellie
and her work check out her blog:
Tuesday, October 1, 2013
The Making of Revelations: How it Came to Be.
The Making of Revelations: How it
came to be
The idea was born many years ago.
Over forty, actually. When I was a teenager. Back then, it didn’t
have a name, and it had no real shape. But I knew what I wanted to
do. I wanted to tell the story of Judas Iscariot. The trouble was I
didn’t know how.
What drew me to Judas, is probably
what you’re asking yourself, and that’s a valid question. Ask
anyone else who Judas is and you’ll get answers that are probably
all variations on a theme of betrayal. I’m not sure exactly when I
began to question that, but I do know that when I saw Jesus Christ
Superstar performed live back in 1971 (or thereabouts), I had an
epiphany regarding him. I saw him, not as the bad guy as often
portrayed, but someone who not only believed in Jesus but was willing
to do what he needed him to do. For without Judas’ “betrayal”
of Jesus, the story would not have worked out the way it did. It
needed to happen that way. And if you read the Gospel of Judas, he
was the only apostle who trusted Jesus enough to do that for him.
Gives one food for thought, doesn’t it?
Very interesting, but where’s the
story, I wondered. Was I going to take an historical perspective,
research the man and his life? Easier said than done, especially back
then. We had no Internet. We didn’t even have computers. Research
was all done through books. Libraries had card catalogs, a far cry
from today when you can log onto your library website and browse
their selection, then request what you want. So I looked and I found
bupkus (nothing). I had the Bible, of course, but it tends to be
limited on information, as well as a bit biased.
So nothing was written, and I let it
go, as my thoughts formulated in the back of my head. In the
meantime, I was reading, watching… and learning. King of Kings was
my first Biblical movie, and I loved it. Jeffrey Hunter’s portrayal
of Jesus is very moving, and I was very enamored of the film. Jesus
Christ Superstar – I think I know all the words, I’ve listened so
many times. I liked the stage version, but the first film not so
much.
Besides watching these things and
others, I read. Christopher Moore’s Lamb, The Gospel According to
Biff, Christ’s Childhood Pal. What a fabulous book! I loved it! So
much I bought the special edition. And I read The Gospel of Judas!
Forty years ago I’d never heard of such a thing. Of course I read
the DaVinci Code, and watched the movie. And everything began to
percolate inside my head…
Then one day it happened. Judas
spoke to me, for the first time. And I simply began to write it down,
not knowing what he might say, or where his story might lead. It
turned out to be quite the story and took me on quite the journey,
and led to places that I didn’t expect it to. If he’d have spoken
forty years ago, I would not have been ready to receive his message.
But my life up until the moment that I first heard him speak prepared
me. And the result is Revelations.
The original title was Kyrie
Eleison, a tribute to the Mister Mr. song, Kyrie. Kyrie eleison means
Christ, have mercy on us. But then fellow author Marie Sexton, who
was reading Kyrie for me at the time, suggested a simpler title. A
better title. Revelations. So Revelations it became.
I know there are people who will not
like Revelations, and by extension, me. People who will not see the
message it carries, only that it does not follow what they believe.
But ultimately, no matter what you believe, Revelations is a story of
love. Love is the message, and love is something that binds us all
together.
Revelations is love.
Thank you for having me here, enjoy
your day!
Blurb:
Judas
has never been very popular, not in any incarnation that he and Jesus
and the others have lived through. But he doesn't care about that.
All he cares about is following the instructions of God as set forth
in the script that they follow. And Jesus. For Judas has secretly
loved the son of God for over two thousand years.
But
now he decides that enough is enough, and he's tired of watching
Jesus die far too early, and for what? This time Judas is determined
to see that Jesus lives a long and happy life, no matter what price
he has to pay to accomplish it...no matter if he has to make a deal
with the devil himself.
Revelations
is a story of what could be, told by those who play it out, time
after time after time, unbeknownst to the rest of mankind. They've
come back again, for yet another round. But this time is going
to be different.
Excerpt:
Prologue: God
It's
not always easy to sit on the sidelines and watch what is happening,
to resist the urge to intervene in his best interest. My
son's that is. Jesus. But I do so, because I know it's for his own
good. As
well as for the good of mankind. I can't let my concerns as his
father override my vested interest in the fate of man. But sometimes
that is easier said than done.
This
morning I am not alone. Someone else is with me, someone with his own
agenda, although we are not as diametrically opposed as some would
imagine us to be. Good and evil aren't the simplistic concepts some
would portray them as being—there are more grey areas there than
you might think. And rightly so.
He
smirks. Too much for my taste, I have to admit, but sometimes he does
have his moments, and he too has a part to play in what is happening
in the world of men. Someone needs to fill the role of the villain,
after all.
The
stage is being set for the third act, the scripts have been handed
round, and the actors are taking their places. Will this time end any
differently than the others? That depends on my son, on Jesus. I'm
thinking this will be the time when he'll make the change.
"He'll
change nothing," Lucifer interjects, although I've asked him
nothing, certainly not inquired as to his opinion.
I
glance at him. He's dressed to within an inch of his life, and wears
the most ridiculous sunglasses I've ever seen. I decide not to
comment on his fashion sense. "I think he might, this time. I
think he's ready for change."
Lucifer
snorts. "It's been two thousand years, and neither one has
exactly caught on yet. Why should this time be any different?"
"Care
to put your money where your mouth is?"
He
eyes me carefully. "I would, but you see you have this whole
mystic omnipotent God thing going on. Personally, I don't care for
those odds."
I
arch an eyebrow. "I may be omnipotent, but Jesus does have free
will and
he does possess the ability to make his own decisions. You think I'd
stack the deck in my son's favor? Just to win a bet with you?"
"Let's
say I'm taking no chances." He smiles. "Tell you what,
though—give me free rein. Let
me do what I want, and you not say anything or do anything to
interfere with me? As far as they're concerned, that is."
I
open my mouth to object, he hastily interjects. "No killing, I
swear to it."
That's
better. I still have some measure of control over the serpent.
"So
be it." I agree, turning my attention back to where it had been,
to my son. I'm
smirking now. Openly.
O
ye of little faith, watch and learn.
Julie
Lynn Hayes was reading at the age of two and writing by the age of
nine and always wanted to be a writer when she grew up. Two
marriages, five children, and more than forty years later, that is
still her dream. She blames her younger daughters for introducing her
to yaoi and the world of M/M love, a world which has captured her
imagination and her heart and fueled her writing in ways she'd never
dreamed of before. She especially loves stories of two men finding
true love and happiness in one another's arms and is a great believer
in the happily ever after. She lives in St. Louis with her daughter
Sarah and two cats, loves books and movies, and hopes to be a world
traveler some day. She enjoys crafts, such as crocheting and cross
stitch, knitting and needlepoint and loves to cook. While working a
temporary day job, she continues to write her books and stories and
reviews,
which she posts in various places on the internet. Her family thinks
she is a bit off, but she doesn't mind. Marching to the beat of one's
own drummer is a good thing, after all. Her other published works
can be found at Dreamspinner Press, MuseitUp Publishing and coming
soon to Torquere Press. She has also begun to self-publish and is an
editor at MuseitUp.
You
can find her on her blog at http://julielynnhayes.blogspot.com,
and you can contact her at tothemax.wolf@gmail.com.
My
Links:
My
blog: http://julielynnhayes.blogspot.com
My
website: www.julielynnhayes.com
My
facebook: http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=527332074
My
Publishers:
Dreamspinner
Press: http://www.dreamspinnerpress.com/store/index.php?cPath=55_222
Museit
Up Publishing: http://museituppublishing.com/bookstore2/index.php
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