On Writing – A Writer’s Perspective

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On Writing: by DanaVilla-Smith

Do you ever feel exceptionally overwhelmed with all of the opinions and “rules” set forth for by those who have gone before us?

Go back in time to a moment when these rules didn’t exist. There was no “I before E except after C”, there was Latin, andallofthewordsrantogetherwithnoinflectionorperiods

Or, pick up a copy of old Epics, like Beowulf
where the format of sentences
and lyrics don’t make any sense in
English, but each of them were sculpted
correctly for the language at the time.

Have you ever read the descriptions in old French novels? I spent three pages trying to figure out what I was supposed to be looking at in the beginning of The Hunchback of Notre Dame.
The Phantom Of The Opera had a weird hallucinating room in his “torture chamber”. Raoul spent what he assumed were three days in it, going absolutely mad.

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Dear Little Girl

Precious Child, I have some Wisdom I wish others had shared with me.

Your skin is flawless, like porcelain.  It’s sincerely beautiful.
I wish I had taken care of mine, I hadn’t known then what I know now.

Don’t wear the make-up, pressed powder will do.  Your complexion is so delicate, be gentle with every inch of it.
You’re beautiful.  Wear the sunscreen, protect your beauty or one day you’ll look like me.  Damaged, scarred, reddened and rough.

I have some freckles, they don’t help.  So please don’t argue about the sunscreen.

Brush your teeth faithfully.  Keep them shining and healthy.
I didn’t.  And I cannot take back the damage.

Your life is so incredibly worth it.  Somebody loves you enough to help you through.

Enhance your beauty, but don’t smother it.  Wash your face before you go to bed.  I’ll teach you the proper skin care I wish someone had taught me.

Your smile is beautiful and true.  Never be afraid of who you are.  I’ll walk you through this life, and help you learn the True Beauty tucked inside.

The surface is important, you will determine how you feel based on how you look.  The woman who says women shouldn’t let how they look affect them, is right– but how you feel about yourself is going to stare at you from the mirror.

I let that woman control me.  Everything I didn’t see, I tried to create.  I was skinny, I was caked, and I still had yellow teeth.

Your appearance isn’t everything.  But it is going to bother you whether you wish it or not.  You’ll look to be someone else, or something else.  The best thing you can be is YOU.

And I’m going to teach you how to do this.  Because Beauty is more than skin deep.  And you’re already beautiful.  But I don’t want you looking in the mirror and regretting what I have, so I’ll help you believe in yourself like no one believed in me.

Welcome To Planet Earth

It came upon a midnight clear, one dark and dreary night with no moon.
Nobody had any idea.  They slept soundly in their beds, they drank loudly in their bars.  They fogged windows as heat and passion built in quiet places off backroads.  They screamed and yelled in broken relationships, they hummed lullabies and read stories to young ones while tucking them in.  They blared their televisions or car radios.
All of them were oblivious, they not one of them paid attention.
Off in the distance of a Midwestern horizon, a gentle hum began to break the silence.
Tickled by the lack of attention, the noise made it’s way across the open sky.
Gently pacing the miles, covering the distance in easy time, the Noise began it’s descent over the Texas Plains.
The open wilderness of Texas seemed the perfect place to start fresh.
Nobody would notice, nobody would see, nobody would care.
With smooth strategy, the Noise finally landed.
It was quiet and still for miles.

Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr a metallic sort of sound resonated, as a door opened washing the field in a rectangular pattern of light.
“Planet Earth.”  The tall mysterious traveler thought aloud, as she stepped softly out of her vessel onto the grassy earth.
The sounds of creatures filled the air like music.  From chirping crickets to the shivering shake of a Rattlesnake tail.
Closing her eyes, taking a deep breath, she listened with overwhelming awe.
Suddenly the stench of cattle came alive in her awareness, as she gagged.
Coughing and sputtering, the traveler looked anxiously about for the first time.
To her disdain, cattle finally began cry out and run, as though awakening from a daze.

Letting Go

Last night I decided to drop one of my main characters from my series.

It’s not an easy decision, and frankly I wish I didn’t have to walk that path.

When my best friend of 9 years went her own way, the world we’d built together crashed with her.  An entire family of characters that belonged to her became Taboo, and my character was left an Orphan.  Sure, Farlaquin could have survived happily…  but at my current stage of Life his purpose is no longer necessary.
When a friend mentioned that we outgrow stories, I laughed at the thought.  Until yesterday.

Cutting him is easy.  Why is it so easy?
His existence can fade out of the book, and nobody will ever know who he was.

Rewriting, replotting, and reworking my series has been fun.  I’ve given it a whole new life.  Reading the old books to reap the plot pieces I need has been rewarding– but the new concept looks nothing like the old one.  It will have it’s similarities, but thankfully a great deal more maturity.

One of my characters is asking to go on a Grand adventure.  I just might let him.  In fact, maybe it’s time to let go of the old book and just start over altogether.
The High Prince of Eldegras takes a journey to see the world with his closest of friends.

So many possibilities.
And several hard decisions.

On the bright side, Lasgalad can go, and Celmaruen can have the High Princess.  That sounds like a great deal more fun anyway.

Farlaquin, I loved you deeply.  I’m sorry this has to be the way.  You’ll be back later.  Just not the same.  It’s time you grew to a new potential.  Your story is already coming together in my imagination, and it will be so much greater than it was before.

What’s In A Name?

Pursuits are high these days.
Writing, reading, editing, trying to convince myself I really am a great writer, we all need an editor.

Today I’m really seriously downing myself on those extra twenty baby pounds I need to shake off.  And really, it’s more like 15, but they’re 15 fat and ten muscle…. and we all know how growing muscles plumps out areas that looked flat or thinner before.
Also, I’m trying a natural thyroid supplement.  Hopefully I can kick the insane fatigue and boost my metabolism into torching the fat off.  I’ll let you know in 2 weeks if it’s making a difference.

Meanwhile, I have been arguing near relentlessly with a dear friend, and myself, about changing names in my Fantasy world.  Two of the changes are necessary, and the others I honestly can’t say I’m excited about.
They always say go for a second opinion, so I’m casually asking other people what they think.

You can’t very well sever ties with something you have deeply loved for 16 years, however easy it might be to someone else.  ((For heavensake, his next book is about a land named with five consonents in a row……  two of which are j’s))
It’s like telling one of your beloved teddy bears they can no longer sleep with you, because you don’t like him anymore.  How do you get over that crushing hold the teddy bear has on your heart?  How can you face the others knowing their best friend has been stuffingly wounded?

It’s not that the names I have picked are frightfully awful.  Or even hard to understand.  It’s High Fantasy.  I’m not going to name an Elf David, or Paul, or Greg.  I’m going to name them with something elegant and Fantasy like.  Farelinion, or Elinduil.
I’m not going to name a town Greenville or Masterson, I’m going to name it Frëshcârré.  ((Free-shkhar-rey, trill the r’s a touch))

………I know.  It’s mind boggling.
Leave your opinion in the comments!  I’d love to open the discussion platform.