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So, someone wanted some tips on planning/outlining their novel and instead I made this. It kind of happened.
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My name is M. Kirin and I write books. If you’re interested in writer resources, inspiration, and the adventures of a dork, you could do a lot worse than me :3
My grandfather died last Sunday.
I was told that it was peaceful. He was in the hospital, resting in bed. There was no pain, though it was a bit difficult for him to breathe. He simply closed his eyes, squeezed my grandmother’s hand, and left. That’s the end of it. I’d like to think he’d have closed the door on the way out if he could have to give my grandmother some privacy. He’s the reason why we don’t air out our dirty laundry.
Eight years worth of Sunday’s ago I received my first confession. I confessed to everything, though I had done nothing, but I remember looking into the Virgin’s stained glass eyes and thinking that I had harmed her. They kept telling me that she was my mother. My real mother’s name is Mary. I don’t mind hurting her. Perhaps that is what I confessed to. I only remember the tears and the soft words of an anonymous priest. I was told that for that moment, he was Jesus. They told me a lot of things on those Sundays.
I was very drunk just a few Sundays ago. I remember thinking to myself how awful it was that I was turning into my mother. There was vodka on the sink next to my hair dye. I nearly drank from the wrong glass, but once I got that cheap shit into my throat I told myself that it’s okay to feel like that. My grandmother and my mother and my step-mom are all drunks. I’m not a mother, so I can’t have a problem. Something about that logic made me shudder, so I shut myself up. I won’t speak about it because it’s a dirty sheet, and no one is allowed to see our stains.
This Sunday was the first Sunday in years that I felt at peace. There was no guilt, no pain, only the pervasive air of peace as I sat next to my grandfather’s urn and watched the finches and hummingbirds flit across the yard from his old chair. In only seven days, life had returned to something close to normal. Grandma went back to cooking. My father mowed the lawn. Sheets were washed and hung out on the line, fresh and white in the late spring sun.
I ended up neatly collecting the pages of that story and throwing them against the wall.
Sometimes, writing should be a very physical act.
This short story is a mess and I want to burn everything but the last page.
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Writer feels incoming:
I swear to god I have other OCs and novels and stories that are not related to the Insomnia Project at all. I do other stuff too… I AM NOT A ONE-TRICK PONY.
So here are the 2/3 of the leads for this novel I kind of finished in high school and quickly scrapped since it was really, really bad. This was the “witch” option I mentioned before when I was trying to decide what I wanted to do for nano last fall. Basically, our leading lady, Valerie, is an orphaned teenage runaway who ends up in bumfuck nowhere while searching for her grandmother (who she’s never met, who might not even be alive). Almost right away she ends up getting really discouraged, and feeling completely lost and alone and attempts suicide. Our main man, (who I’ve pegged as super-influential in my own development as a writer) is Nicholas Flamel, a long-lived, half-demon sorcerer who is in the area to investigate a local murder spree that is probably most definitely supernatural in origin. He finds her bleeding to death and saves her life (mostly because the blood is going to attract something that might kill him). From that moment on, they become partners, with him taking care of her, giving her a roof over her head, etc in exchange for assistance documenting the paranormal goings-on of Savage County and for blood which he uses to cast very powerful magic. Ha, that’s basically the set-up minus the cute FBI Agent Valerie becomes smitten with (who’s also in town to investigate the murders).
They’re both really hot-headed characters who, despite how many times Ive changed their story in the last 8 years, have always remained really strong in my head. They’re just always so fun to write because they’re always fighting but they really care about each other and they’re all they have but it’s really a toxic relationship and god I love them. And I really should write their story soon, but it’s such an episodic clusterfuck that I’d probably need to come up with a creative way to release it.
Maybe I’ll shuffle my projects around and work on it more. This semester seems okay so I’ve got free time before my Insomnia 2: Electric Boogaloo summer writing session and writing a thesis novel in the fall, so I should do something different and fun before I lose control of my life again.
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Raise your hand if sometimes you like to dress like your characters.
(Please tell me I’m not the only one…)
Male villains come in the following flavors:
- Mad scientist
- Hideous monster (usually male because of gender pronouns, not male animal characteristics)
- Greedy CEO
- Dark lord
- Corrupted by power
- Criminally insane
- Antivillain with an interesting backstory
- Somebody who uses their incredibly destructive powers
- Cult leader
- Manifestation of darkness
- Manipulator (nonsexual)
- And much, much more!
Female villains generally come in four flavors:
- Innocent but deadly
- Seductress/sexual manipulator
- Forced into evil, usually by a male
- Occasionally, if an author is feeling *progressive*, nature-themed and extremely powerful, since women are often perceived as being closer to nature
Can we have some more awesome female villains who fall on the first list?