Rike's Origin

Hi everyone! I'm sorry it's been so long since I've posted anything. Yesterday was my last final for the school year, and now, for the rest of summer, I can focus on writing. I was just going to follow up on my last post "Maia's Playlist" with a list for Rike, but I started thinking and decided it was just a little too impersonal. Instead, I'm going to tell you the story of how his character came to be.

The Last Abecedarian Series was originally going to be written just from Maia's point of view. She was supposed to be a travelling gypsy, and Hugoh wasn't her cousin. In one lost draft of Violet Eyes, he was actually supposed the one to rescue her from the Umbragh soldiers in Briarpatch, and that was how the Resistance was supposed to find out who Maia was. My intention for the romance aspect of the books was to have a classic, cut-and-dried, prince-meets-princess kind of story, because I was more interested in proving that classic fairy tale principles could be applied to modern literature than in coming up with something new.

Rike was no more than a character I created to deliver the news to Briarpatch that Umbragh soldiers were coming to destroy the village. He didn't even have a name in the first draft. I just wanted a brawny farm-boy to ride into town, Paul Revere style, and say, "Umbragh is coming!" However, the draft felt too stiff by the time I reached chapter six, and so I started again with a twist. Instead of having Rike merely bring bad news to the town, I had him flirt with Maia in order to demonstrate that she was attractive and kind. At that point, she was still a gypsy, so they weren't old friends or anything. It was just a flirtation on his part.

In order to make the scene realistic, I thought I had to name him to give him a believable persona. So I searched for a word that I wanted to describe him in the scene, and I discovered the adjective "rakish," which means "dashingly or carelessly unconventional." It can have a negative connotation sometimes, but I loved the way the word sounded, so I found a piece of paper and started rearranging letters to make the word look different. Then I had the idea to substitute "i" for "a" in rake, and that is how Rike got his name.

The result was that Rike's character became so much fun to develop that I couldn't eliminate him from the story when I began the version of Violet Eyes that eventually became published. I made him Maia's best friend, but I still had no intention of making him a possible romantic interest for the heroine.  There will be no spoilers on this blog, but those of you who have read my books probably have your own theories on whether or not they're going to end up together. What I will admit here is that  Rike's character is the most drastically developed character in the series, and it still makes me smile when I hear readers say, "I love Rike!" It wasn't my intention to give him a large role in the story, but his character is the one that made me understand what it means to have characters with minds of their own.

The Last Abecedarian Series is about Maia, but most of my readers have expressed partiality to Rike, so I thought it would be fun to tell you his origin story. If you're looking for Rike's playlist, then don't worry, because it is coming. This just seemed like a more fitting post after more than a month of hibernation.

What do you think? Does anything about this story surprise you? Do you think Violet Eyes could have been just as good without Rike? Let me know in the comments below, because I'd love to hear your thoughts on the matter.

Until next time....

Maia's Playlist

Hello again, everybody. I just realized that I haven't updated my blog since before Easter, so here's an attempt to bring you up to speed on Book Three's progress. It's coming along much harder than Violet Eyes and Daughter of Aero. As I mentioned in my last post, all of my characters have matured, and I'm finding that developing plot twists to reflect the higher level of knowledge and ability is difficult. Don't worry, though. It's still coming along, and I think I'm enjoying the challenge. God willing, it will be the best book yet.

In the meantime, I'd like to share my character playlists. These are the songs I listen to when I'm writing scenes from a specific character's viewpoint. They help me get inside the character's head and write with their emotions or ending in mind. It's my way of sharing spoilers without actually sharing spoilers.

Maia's Playlist

The Hanging Tree (Catching Fire Soundtrack)

Demons (Imagine Dragons)

Book of Days (Enya)

The Impossible (Joe Nichols)

Say (John Mayer)

February Song (Josh Groban)

Crystallize (Lindsey Stirling)

Eriskummainen Kantele (Loituma)

Titanium (The Piano Guys)

King of Anything (Sara Bareilles)

Hero (Skillet)

Dante's Prayer (Loreena Mckennitt)

Invisible (Hunter Hayes)

Elements (Lindsey Stirling)

Brave (Sara Bareilles)

Then You Look At Me (Celine Dion)

              

So, as you can see, there's still a lot of self-searching songs on here, but I've tried to insert a few stronger songs too. I hope you'll have fun You Tubing these songs (if you don't already know what they are).  Next time I'll share Rike's playlist.

I'm Writing This Book to Prove...

 Hello again,

This post is going to be a little more serious than usual, but I think what I have to say is something my readers should know about me and my books. A friend of mine from a local writing group recently shared a piece of advice with me that he learned from a successful writer. When readers ask what your book is about, they're not asking for a description of the plot. The best formula for answering this question is to phrase it as, "I am writing this book to prove...."

Prove what? This idea caught me off guard because I don't want to try to set myself up as an activist, educator, or anything other than a creative writer. As far as I'm concerned, there's two camps in the literary world, the story-tellers and the academics, and I associate myself with the former. It's frightening to open myself up  to the heated debates that sometimes occur in the more academic circles.  However, this advice, coupled with the papers I've been writing for college, have opened my eyes to a new possibility that I've never considered before. The act of creative writing is academic. Even fantasy novels address issues about life, relationships, and virtue, including those eternal questions, "Why am I here? Why do I have to be the hero?"

I am young and inexperienced, but I do know what I like to see in books. Young Adult Fantasy novels have influenced my imagination in many positive ways, and this post isn't meant to be a rant. But I have noticed that there is a significant tendency in modern literature to downplay or eliminate the role of religion and God in plot development. This makes me sad because there are many exciting classic books that build their plots around deep religious themes. Chivalry, obedience to lawful authority (including God), and purity don't have to suck the life out of characters.  It's possible to question the status quo and still have a humble soul. 

In the beginning of Violet Eyes, I made Maia good to a fault because I wanted to distinguish between innocence and ignorance. It was my first attempt to write a novel, so parts of the plot structure were stereotypical; but, halfway through Daughter of Aero, I realized that the stereotypes worked in favor of my intended ending. My characters aren't always perfect. Although I strive to create stories that are suitable for all ages, sometimes my heroine and her friends find themselves in situations where it's not easy to know what virtue is.  Truth is constant, but the perception of the truth can be obscured by pressure and emotion, and that is why there sometimes appears to be a moral gray area. In the end, I want to show that my characters have struggled to maintain the innocence and virtue they started the series with, and they have triumphed because they persevered through suffering. God is a vital presence in my books through the character of Yezua, but He does not release Maia from the role of heroine. If He helps her win a battle, it's because she chose to keep fighting.

So, I guess I'm writing these books to prove that heroes are born through virtue, and firm belief in God doesn't eliminate the need for courage. My goal has been to convey this message in such a way that readers don't feel they're being preached at, but I also want to make it clear that Maia's victory came through the choices she made in all the little trials that crossed her path. That's all.

I just want to share that with all of you while the question is still at the forefront of my mind. Thank you for reading.

Have a blessed and happy Easter, everyone!

Happy St. Valentine's Day

I didn't wake up this morning intending to post any updates, but this meme showed up in my Facebook news feed, and it was too good to pass by.To give credit where credit is due, this meme came from catholicmemes.com.

Who says Catholics don't have a sense of humor? He he. 

I don't have a problem with the whole "celebration of love" holiday, within reasonable limits (there's that pesky choleric side of me); but this meme did make me wonder what the real story of St. Valentine is. So I went and researched it, and this is what I found.


This information came from Catholic Online. I was originally going to use an entry in The Origional Catholic Encyclopedia, but it was a little too dry for my taste. If you want to check it out, feel free to follow this link

"Valentine was a holy priest in Rome, who, with St. Marius and his family, assisted the martyrs in the persecution under Claudius II. He was apprehended, and sent by the emperor to the prefect of Rome, who, on finding all his promises to make him renounce his faith ineffectual, commanded him to be beaten with clubs, and afterwards, to be beheaded, which was executed on February 14, about the year 270. Pope Julius I is said to have built a church near Ponte Mole to his memory, which for a long time gave name to the gate now called Porta del Popolo, formerly, Porta Valetini. The greatest part of his relics are now in the church of St. Praxedes. His name is celebrated as that of an illustrious martyr in the sacramentary of St. Gregory, the Roman Missal of Thomasius, in the calendar of F. Fronto and that of Allatius, in Bede, Usuard, Ado, Notker and all other martyrologies on this day. To abolish the heathens lewd superstitious custom of boys drawing the names of girls, in honor of their goddess Februata Juno, on the fifteenth of this month, several zealous pastors substituted the names of saints in billets given on this day."

Anyway, I'm not going to monologue about history this morning (too much homework to do). I simply wanted to share this bit of information and wish you all a happy Valentine's Day, whether it be with your sweetie, family, or friends. Love covers a much wider range of topics than just romantic relationships, and we can all benefit from St. Valentine's intercession.

St. Valentine — pray for us.

The 6 Second Challenge

This is a handout one of my teachers distributed in class towards the beginning of the term. It was relevant to a talk she gave about time and stress management, and the point was that we can do a lot in six seconds. Going to school and staying busy doesn't mean family and friends have to be neglected. I just thought it was inspirational and wanted to share with all of you. I'd credit the author, but I can't find this anywhere online, and I have no idea who wrote it.

6 Second Challenge

In 6 seconds you can kiss someone like you mean it.

In 6 seconds you can hold open a door.

In 6 seconds you can wait for a little straggler to catch up. "I'll wait for you," you can even say.

In 6 seconds you can take a deep breath.

In 6 seconds you can let it go. "It's not worth it," you can say.

In 6 seconds, you can throw away that picture, that pair of pants, that inner bully that keeps you from loving this day, this you.

In 6 seconds you can feel the sunshine.

In 6 seconds you decide it's time to stop looking back.

In 6 seconds you can whisper, "It's gonna be okay," to yourself or someone who's scared.

I used to sound like a broken record. "I don't have time," I would always say. But then I realized what could happen in a mere 6 seconds. 

It's enough to make a bad day good...

It's enough to bring life back to your weary bones...

It's enough to change someone's story...

It's enough to remember what really matters in the midst of so much that doesn't. 

I think these are moving words, especially this close to Lent. Perhaps that association might be a bit of a stretch, considering this isn't a religious poem, but it is about remembering what's important in the midst of a crazy world. In 6 seconds, you can whisper a short prayer or turn your heart towards God. You can just take a moment to remember why you're here on earth.

Anyway, I'll leave you with those thoughts this morning. Happy Wednesday, everyone!

First Week of College

This was actually written two weeks ago, but I just now realized that it was never posted. It's still relevant, so here goes...

Hello again, everyone. I hope 2015 has started off well for all of you. Just bear with me a moment while I mention something important about Book Three of The Last Abecedarian Series. As you can tell by the title of this post, I'm now in college. This means that my time, which was heretofore devoted to writing novels, is going to be equally divided between writing and schoolwork. I've already been warned about the work load, and I know it's going to be hard, but even after the first week I have confidence in this choice. This means that I might not be able to finish the third book by this Christmas, but I will continue to work hard and post updates on my progress for those interested. Although I feel good about the quality of what I've published so far, it's my hope that my writing will continue to improve with instruction, so hopefully you'll find that the wait was worth it. I estimate it won't take longer than one and a half years to finish the next novel — more like a year and three months. If the book surprises me and wraps up faster, then great.

Anyway, back to the fun part, talking about school. This was a new experience for me, because I was homeschooled through high school. My grades have always been good, but my classroom was my computer. I'm not going to go into the pros and cons of this arrangement — I'm just saying it was different. I've been to college campuses before, but never as a student, and the very act of loading a backpack and slinging it over my shoulder felt surreal.

Determined to start the term strong, I arrived at my first classroom several minutes before I could go in and tried to greet the first few students to arrive after me. Beyond that I felt myself  struggling to combat introversion, but at least the first two people proved to be kind, helpful, caring acquaintances.

My first class this term is called Effective Learning, and it's basically about the brain and how it processes/retains information. The point is for us to identify our learning styles and how to monopolize on our studying strengths while developing our weaknesses. So far this is my favorite class, more so than writing, because I can already see so many ways to apply it in other college classroom situations. This is especially apparent to me during group projects. So far I've found myself able to understand the concepts and work in each class, but the other people in my group process information differently from me. My favorite part of class work isn't so much the fact that I can understand the information — it's learning how to apply the information I get from EL to other people so I can understand them. We all come up with the answer on our own, but we have to discuss how we got the answer so that we can respond to questions about our work as one cohesive unit. I enjoy teaching in one-on-one situations, so this is a good course for me.

The next class I take is Math. Namely, Math Literacy, which is the practical application of math in the real world. It focuses a lot on why math works, not just how to read graphs, charts, and fractions. During the first class I had so much math anxiety that I honestly don't remember much, but during the next session my professor made a few Star Trek references and I felt a lot better. Now I can almost say I like it...almost. Give me another week or two and I'll confirm that, ha ha.

Then, finally, there's writing. I don't think there's anything I can say about this besides I LOVE IT, I LOVE IT, I LOVE IT, I LOVE IT! This is something I definitely need, because I have serious problems with condensing ideas into shorter essays. My professor makes learning interesting, the work load is challenging but not overwhelming, and it's a fantastic warm up for the rest of my college career.

So...that is my first college experience in a nutshell. There's more I can say, but it would take a short book to express all my thoughts on the subject. Every now and then you might see me post a paper I'm especially proud of, or something a professor shared in class. The Last Abecedarian Series is still a priority with me, though it does have to share space now, and I'll continue to work hard on that this year.

Are any of you in college, or have you been in college? What was your favorite class? Do you have any advice for me?

The Legend of Holly Claus — Book Review

A very good friend of mine gave me this book for Christmas, and I loved it so much that I had to write a review.

Here's the basic conflict in my own words. One Christmas, a little boy named Christopher writes a letter to Santa Claus asking him what he wants for Christmas. The heartfelt love with which this letter is written causes a magical event to take place, granting Santa his one desire — to have a child of his own. Thus, Holly Claus becomes the first baby to be born in the Kingdom of Forever (where Santa is king).

There is also an evil Warlock named Herrikhan, who is confined to a place of suffering because of his evil deeds. The only way he can be released from the curse is if he possess a pure heart. So when little Holly is born, he freezes her heart and traps her in Forever where he can come fetch her when she is old enough to marry him and break the spell.

Let's face it...a lot of Christmas stories are cheesy, and that's okay because most of them are meant for small children. This is more a Polar Express kind of quality, though there are several parts of the book that remind me of the movie Anastasia.

The only thing I found myself growing frustrated with was the length of time I spent with Holly growing up before getting to the main adventure. But then I thought about it and realized that growing is part of the adventure. Holly didn't just appear in the story as a pure young  heroine. She has to grow into it, and watching her grow draws the reader close to her in a way this book couldn't have done otherwise, no matter how well written.  We know the conflict is coming, and we wait impatiently with Holly while she yearns to make her way in the world of mortals and somehow defeat Herrikhan. When the time finally comes for her to leave Forever, the reader is just as excited as she is, and the rest of the book is far more emotionally satisfying.

Overall, I  give it five stars. This is one of the best Christmas books I've ever read, and I can't wait to share it with my sisters. If you have small children (under nine or ten years old) who won't understand the plot yet, there is a condensed children's version as well (with stunning artwork on every page).