Friday, August 14, 2015

I am an Artist

As many of you are probably aware, I have taken a break from writing for the time being. Ever since publishing The Unusual Isles, my love of writing is not nearly as strong as it used to be, and I needed to take a break. I now have an explanation to all of you as of why.

I am an artist. It is as plain and simple as that.

However, my definition of an artist is very different from society’s definition. In most people’s mind, an artist is a person who draws, paints, sketches, creates things on paper in order to express creativity. However, my definition of an artist is much broader than that. To me, being an artist means expressing your creativity and imagination through any media, whether that media is words, paint, films, dance, fashion, music, or anything else really. I have always been an artist, ever since I was little, but the media through which I have expressed my creativity has changed throughout the years.

I have never really invested myself in any activity or interest for more than three to four years at a time. However, I have always expressed myself through some sort of artistic outlet. It was dancing when I was really young, music when I was slightly older and still now a little bit, and writing up until recently. Right now, I am in the niche of what society would call an artist, painting and drawing and sketching.

The thing is, right now I’m just using a different outlet in order to express my creativity. It doesn’t mean I don’t have ideas for stories or novel anymore, but I just don’t have the motivation I need at the moment to put them into words on paper.

I truly do want to get back to writing at some point in time. The stories I left off writing keep on calling to me in order to be continued, and I do want to write them, but I find that I can’t just sit down at my computer and write at hours at a time like I used to. I don’t know why, but I just can’t. I hoping I won’t have to leave those stories unwritten, but right now, I’m just doing what I want to do, while I still can.


Saturday, March 28, 2015

Excerpt from The Year of the Elephant

So I've gone digging through that vault that is my computer and I found the original draft for my first novel The Year of the Elephant. Reading it gives me a headache because I think it's terrible. I couldn't stand to read it for too long. However, I wanted to share with you an excerpt from my first attempt at a novel. So here it is!

Taken from Chapter 10: Misery and Crocodiles.

After about another hour of wandering around, Sophia and Emma finally found the downtown area where they were dropped off earlier that morning. They didn’t have much time to enjoy the fact they were no longer lost because it wasn’t long after they returned to the center of town before they heard a blood curling scream from somewhere off in the distance.
“Help! Somebody!” They heard the faint scream of someone somewhere off in the distance. Emma and Sophia froze dead in their tracks. The scream sounded very familiar to them. They both turned to each other.
“Doesn’t that voice sound familiar to you?” Emma asked Sophia worriedly.
“It can’t be.” Sophia responded doubtfully, but she already knew the truth. “Besides, he would be with Drake and we can only hear one voice.” Just then Drake appeared from around the corner.
“Hey guys, I haven’t seen you around much today.” He greeted them. They both shushed him and told him to be quiet.
“What did I do?” He asked confused. They looked at him and were sad to see that Michael wasn’t with him.
“Where’s Michael?” Sophia asked him. “I figured he would be with you?”
“He left to go to the bathroom a while ago but I can’t find him anymore. I was wondering if either of you had seen him?” Drake responded. Just then, they heard another scream off in the distance, but this time further away.
“What was that?” Drake asked. Sophia and Emma looked at him worriedly.
“Well, my suspicions tell me that is Michael.” Emma told him. Drake shook his head.
“That can’t be him, it’s too far away and Michael just left fifteen minutes ago.” They heard another scream and each time the scream became fainter and fainter. They all looked at each other. “Ok, maybe that is Michael.” Drake responded worriedly.
“We just can’t stand around here doing nothing. Michael or not there is someone who is in trouble and needs our help.” Sophia said. Just then Sophia and Emma set off running towards the source of the voice.
“Wait for me!” Drake screamed after them as he tried to run after them. They maneuvered left and right through the back streets of the town trying to find the source of the voice, Drake following behind them trying his best to keep up. A few times he almost lost him. Just when they thought they got close to him, Sophia and Emma were greeted by silence when they called out to the voice. At first they thought they had arrived too late, but they walked two feet further and turned the corner into a dead end street and they were surprised at what they saw.
     Michael was cornered at the end of the street surrounded by three crocodiles trying to fend them off with a stick. Sophia and Emma stopped and slowly backed away three feet. They realized that the crocodiles hadn’t noticed them yet so they did their best to try to communicate to Michael.
“Michael, what happened?” Sophia asked him in barely over a whisper. The crocodiles still paid no attention to them.
“I don’t know. One second I was coming back from the bathroom and the next thing I know I was being chased by crocodiles.”
“They just followed you right through the center of town?” Emma asked him.
“Yeah it was really weird. It was like I was their only target.” A few seconds later Drake emerged from around the corner panting heavily and noisily. He bent over on his knees trying to catch his breath still completely oblivious to the crocodiles.
“You could have waited for me or at least could have slowed down.” He said loudly still out of breath.
“Shut up!” Sophia, Emma, and Michael loudly whispered at him all at the same time. Drake finally looked up and noticed the crocodiles for the first time. He jumped three feet backwards and knocked over a box of old metal parts which made a loud clanging noise on the ground.
“Sorry,” He said quietly trying to pick up the fallen parts, but he just made more commotion. The crocodiles turned around, noticing the other three for the first time.
“Great, now you’ve doomed us all.” Emma told him. The crocodiles angrily stared at them for a few seconds, but then they turned back to Michael. Sophia looked around, trying to think of something to do. She then noticed that there was a large rectangular metal air conditioning unit right about where Michael was standing.


Sunday, March 22, 2015

Author Interview with Heather Kirchhoff

In this post I interviewed Heather Kirchhoff, an amazing indie author. She is also an amazing member of my street team.

1. Tell us a little about yourself. What do you enjoy besides writing?

I love spending time with my boyfriend and family, reading, editing, walking, and taking pictures.

2. What are you working on right now? Tell us a little about it/them. 

I’m working on Dawn of the Shooting Star (Magic #4). It continues Meagan’s journey. She discovers what happened to her family and lives in the aftermath of what happened at the end of Lightning Strike. 

3. How long have you been writing?

I’d say about five years.

4. What are your goals for yourself as a writer?

At become at least a little bit of a well-known indie author.

5. What are some of your favorite authors? Books?

Traditionally published authors: Richellle Mead, Alyson Noel and Stephenie Meyer. Indie authors: Kate Marie Robbins, Sandra Love, Bree Vanderland, Nadege Richards, and Genevieve Scholl is getting there.

6. What inspired you to begin writing?
Richelle Mead, Alyson Noel and Stephenie Meyer.

7. What advice do you have for other aspiring authors?

Don’t give up with your writing. Just sit down and write.

8. What’s your favorite genre to write?
I haven’t really been writing long enough to say. I’ve only written in two genres so far.

9. Do you listen to music while writing? If so, what kind?
No not really. I can’t focus if I do; not unless it was really quiet.

Where to find Heather Kirchhoff



Lightning Strike: