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February 14, 2009 at 9:30 am · Filed under Uncategorized and tagged: about me, blogging, family, fun, general, kids, life, rambling, random, stuff
Rules: Once you’ve been tagged, you are supposed to write a note with 25 random things, facts, habits, or goals about you. At the end, choose 25 people to be tagged. You have to tag the person who tagged you. If I tagged you, it’s because I want to know more about you.
Tagged my 25 people in Facebook – but I wanted to post this here cause it’s fun.
1. I am a serious chocoloholic. If it has chocolate in it, I will eat it.
2. Diet Coke is the drink of choice. I need a IV and to purchase stocks in it. Or both.
3. I have quit drinking diet coke – I’m down to one or two a week – from like 5 a day.
4. I wrote my first novel last year. Writing a novel in a month is not impossible…
5. I’ve known one of my best friends (In the whole wide world 
) since 5th grade. Seriously, I’m 34 now. How lucky can a girl be to have a lifetime friendship like that, eh?
6. If it wasn’t for Bill Powers, I would have never met said best friend. Thanks Billy, wherever you are!
7. Fan Fiction is a serious addiction of mine.
8. The way I met my husband is a seriously funny story. If your relatives you get a watered down version. If you are a close friend, you get the story after a few drinks. It still makes me blush, but I’m awfully glad to have him around.
9. I’ve known my husband for over 10 years. We’ve been married for 3. We almost didn’t make it – I’m grateful that we did.
10. I use to swear that country music sucks. Now, I seem to listen to it all the time. I blame it on working in Sanford. We listened to it all the time at the group home I worked in, and it stuck.
11. I have two degrees. A B.A. in Psych, and a A.S.A in Networking. And yet, I still work at Wal-Mart.
12. I just taught myself to make homemade bread. I’m surprised to find I’m actually GOOD at it.
13. I use to be a morning person.
14. I’m now a night owl.
15. I think I might be in serious “Like” with Clinton Kelly. My husband teases me about “The other man.”
16. I’m still a “book nerd”. I now live across the street from the local library- and it is my “Other Living Room”.
17. I can still read a book in a day. It makes buying books costly.
18. I have a 11 year old son who is the light of my life.
19. Autism is a constant part of our family. I’m a firm believer in early intervention – It could have been a lot worse… but it is always still an adventure.
20. I spent the last 10 years working with disabled adults. They taught me many things – including that one should never take the simple things in life for granted.
21. I still miss Lou. I know you are not suppose to have favorite people to work with, but he was always one of mine. Maybe because he was the hardest to work with – and he taught me the most.
22. The song Freebird will make me cry. (See note 21)
23. I have a cat named Tommy Midnight Morrison. My son named it. I call it Kit-Cat.
24. I am a Taurus. (Come on, 25 random things is HARD!)
25. I spent 20 years wanting to get the heck out of the small town I grew up in. I moved back last year, and I love my little apartment. Its been interesting living back in my home town.
February 14, 2009 at 9:21 am · Filed under children, life
Ok, so my writing has been zero. Zilch. Nada. The last couple of weeks I haven’t been able to write a word. I suppose that everyone experiences writer’s block every once in a while. Maybe its laziness, I donno. But I just wanted to check in so that people wouldn’t think that I was gone completely.
In news – There is a big family secrete that I know that I am sort of wierded out by. Its not a bad one, just a surprise. Mom will have to do something soon, and I feel for her. I don’t think I’d want to tell the secrete that she has. However, I admire her for being able to figure out what to do about it, and being able to tell someone some things they might not want to hear. Lord only knows she’s done it to me enough. Sometimes, though, I wonder if she should leave well enough alone and stop being such a busy body. But hey, then she wouldn’t be mom.
Kyle’s IEP is Monday Morning. I’m excited, another year, another “yearly plan” for the kiddo. The goals have finally changed, and they are good goals this year. Mr. N has outdone himself in the IEP department.
The cat got “fixed” Thursday. He is still a bit out of it. He came home all “drunk” It was highly amusing. He’s calmed down a LOT since the “fix” and its nice to have a mellow sleeping tom around.
Valentines day is Poppy’s birthday. Oh how I hate figuring out what to get my dad for his Birthday. Buying Presents for dad is always a mystery – Maybe I’ll just let Kyle pick out something for poppy and be done with it.
I am trying to get back into my old field. Its hard, there is a) hardly any work out there, and b) I think that people with more experience and higher degrees are looking at the same jobs I am. Its discouraging, but I keep plugging along. Something will come up, eventually. I haven’t had a job interview in months, but I know I’m not the only one.
I will have more stellar witty posts at some point soon, I swear. I think the fact that we had 40 degree weather this week, and all I wanted to do was be outside outside outside discouraged writing… (I know, Excuses Excuses.)
January 30, 2009 at 8:18 am · Filed under fiction, life, writing and tagged: author, baking, book, bread, comfort food, cooking, fiction, food, life, novel, novels, origional fiction, short stories, short story, stories, tips for writers, write, writers, writing, writing advice
OK, kind of long title, and a bit silly, but I had a thought tonight while I was making bread at 1am in the morning. Yes, I know that is an odd time to be baking, but I work third, and well, my days off are usually wonky because of it.
So, as I was adding ingredients into the bowl, I was thinking about writing fiction. Fiction writing is much like baking. You have the main ingredients that you must put in – A main character, a plot, and a twist to make people interested. In baking bread you need flour, sugar, salt and yeast. (At least for all of my bread baking experiences.) If you don’t add the right ingredients you end up with a brick. (I had a brick tonight, if you are interested. Still trying to bake that bread RIGHT.) If you add the right ingredients in the right way, the result is a light, fluffy, wonderful loaf of bread. If you don’t write carefully, and work at your craft, you land with a story that no one wants to read. If you write well, check your grammar, make sure you have the important ingredients to a story – you get a winner that people want to read, review and talk about.
Tonight, I failed at my bread. That’s OK though, I can dump it in the garbage and start over. Fiction writing is much like that – you might fail a lot at first, but it doesn’t mean that you’ll never be able to write. It just means that you trash it, or parts of it, and start over. It takes time to let a good loaf of bread rise, and it takes time for a good plot to develop.
I might have failed at my bread attempt tonight… but I developed a catchy plot that I can’t wait to delve into. Some would say I should have been paying more attention to my bread, but since I live, breath and think about words all the time – I’d rather come away with the good plot.
Besides, when the bread failed, I baked cookies instead…. Mmmm. Cookies.
When fiction fails I turn it into something else… Mmm. Short stories, drabbles, flash fiction.
Note the comparison? Now, grab yourself a cookie, and go write something!
January 29, 2009 at 11:45 am · Filed under fiction, writing, writing sample and tagged: book, books, fiction, novel, novels, origional fiction, short stories, short story, stories, writing
Second draft of the same scene as before ….
Steel rang against Steel. The sound of metal scraping metal could be heard across the courtyard as two young men dueled each other with the enthusiasm of the young and slightly insane. Insults were being verbally thrown across the yard as the two men danced this way and that in a dance of destruction and mayhem. One of the two young men was the prince of the kingdom, Jaksom, while the other was Arniam a young noble that Jaksom had known since birth. In the past few minutes statues had been knocked over, flowerbeds trampled and chaos reigned supreme. The gardeners had deserted the courtyard when the two fighters had taken it over, and they were sheltered in the kitchen doorway. A couple of the men were drinking beer that had been pilfered from the kitchen, while others were cheering for the young men and placing bets. It seemed that all bets were on the prince, although a few were routing for Arniam. It might have helped that those particular garners were distant relatives of the young noble.
Neither of the young men, or the gardeners, noticed a girl’s head popping over the courtyard wall, or that the girl that chose to climb up the wall and sit on top of it to watch the fight. She was about the same age as the young men, and wore a plain blue dress with a patchwork apron covering it. Most girls would not have bothered to climb over the wall, and would have gone through the doorway, but you could tell at a glance that she wasn’t most girls. The freckled skin, skinned elbows and swinging legs all told the tale of a tomboy at heart. Her brown hair was braided in two long braids, and her skin was as tanned as any of the gardeners.
“What are you doing?” She asked as she flicked one of the braids over her shoulder. She jumped down from the wall and landed lightly on her feet. She straightened her skirt and leaned against the wall, arms crossed.
“Swordplay, my dear girl. We are practicing. Isn’t it obvious?” Said Arni as the two paused their antics. He grabbed a beer that was handed to him by one of the gardeners and drank it greedily. The prince glanced at the girl, and then followed Arni’s lead.
“Why are you hanging around, girl?” Arniam asked the girl. “Don’t you have work to do? Or somewhere else to be? You obviously aren’t one of the ladies of the court, and you don’t look like a Gardner so I do believe that you don’t belong here.”
Prince Jaksom mentally groaned at that tone of voice. He knew, then and there, that Arni was in his “I am spoiling for a good argument” mode. That particular mode of his cousin’s was the reason they were out practicing as it was – His cousin was rebelling against the Lord Claricol, who wanted Arni to become a scholar. Arni was mad for fighting, and wanted to rise in ranks alongside Prince Jak’s older brother, Malveric.
The girl ignored his order to leave. She seemed quite content to lean on the wall. Way to content by Prince Jak’s way of thinking. Her relaxed posture and slightly bored expression did not look appropriate. She should be experiencing awe at being so close to royalty. That’s what happened when he was near all the other girls, at any rate.
“I don’t think I will leave. Watching you two acting silly is the most fun I’ve had all day. Way better than bringing the vegetables to the cook.”
“Is that all you are? A common farm girl?” Arni seemed to take delight in insulting the girl. “If it is, you do not belong here, begone!”
“I am not common!” The girl’s eyes flashed with anger. She walked forward and gave Arniam a shove that sent hims sprawling to the the ground. A couple of the gardeners chuckled, but they quickly looked away when Arniam sent a glare in their direction. No mere gardener, or girl, was going to get the last laugh on him!
“No lady would have climbed and jumped a fence like that.” Prince Jak exchanged looks with Arni, swords forgotten as they found something new to do. Take turns insulting the farm girl. The new form of amusement would prove to be interesting as they watched her face turn red and then pale and then red again in rapid successions.
“I’m not a lady, but I am not just a common farm girl either.” The girl insisted again, as she dusted herself off. “Just because you boys are acting like idiots, play fighting, and probably live in a castle doesn’t make you better than everyone else, you know. Why, its not as if your important or anything. Just boys. And everyone knows that boys are rather dumb until you knock some sense into them.” The girl looked the prince right in the eye as she said this. “And I’m the girl to do it, if need be.”
“Not important? Don’t you know who you’re dealing with?” Arni puffed up with importance, then made a pointing motion towards Prince Jak. “He’s the Prince. And I’m a young lordling. We’re your betters, girl. Now why don’t you climb that wall and go back to where you came from, and leave the important people alone.”
The girl started laughing. Not delicate giggles like most of the girls that Prince Jak knew, but a full out laugh. A rolling, honest to goodness, belly laugh even. No girl that Jak knew ever acted like she did. He had never heard that kind of laugh from a girl, and it made him nervous. Just who did she think she was?
“That boy? A prince? He looks like a common enough boys to me. Most princes don’t go around with holes in the knees of their pants. Or, at least that’s what I’ve heard.”
One of the gardners laughed outright at that statement, while another said, “My bet goes on Zoe!” More betting and the changing of money could be heard in the background, as the Prince, his friend, and the girl traded insults.
Prince Jak had just about had enough of being insulted for one day. He growled and dropped the sword. It landed with a clatter on some cobblestone that covered the walkways of the gardens.
“I am a prince. You are nothing but a silly, common, good for nothing, farm girl. Go away, and take your freckled face with you. Childish little girls should be at home in the kitchen, with their mothers.” He couldn’t help but note that she didn’t exactly look like a little girl, but that seemed to be the best way to make her mad. And it worked, better than he expected.
“Why you!” The girl sprung at him with no warning, knocking him down to the ground. “Why don’t you boys learn? No one picks on my freckles! Don’t call me silly! And I’m no child!” She screeched, hitting Prince Jak squarely in the stomach. The prince felt his breath go out of him with a swift whoosh. She had a good punch, for a girl.
The prince struggled to get up, and found that he was pinned under the girl. He reached up and pulled her braid, hard and she screamed. She, in turn, had grabbed a handful of rocks, dirt and mud and was currently rubbing it in his face. He let a wild punch go, and it fell short, landing on her arm. She punched him one more time, in the eye. Arni looked ready to wade in and start hitting the girl too, when, out of nowhere, Jak heard voices bellowing.
“Over there” One of his father’s men at arms had come to see what the commotion was.
“Shoot!” Exclaimed Arni. “Its your father’s men at arms! We got to get out of here Jak We are so going to get in deep trouble!” Arni dropped his sword, and turned to run, only to be caught by one of the men at arms.
“You’re not going anywhere.” The man wrapped his arm around Arni’s shoulders and laughed at him. “You should have thought about the trouble you’d get in before you got into it.”
The girl got in one more good punch before being hauled off Jak. Prince Jaksom was pulled up off the ground by his ear and then shaken roughly.
“You know better than to be clowning around like this, my Prince.” Calmon, the man at arms stated sternly. “And look at this, your best sword, laying on the ground? The weapons trainer will have your head for supper!”
“You are acting no better, Arni.” The other man at arms piped up. “How dare you let our prince fight with a girl? Have you no common sense? What if they had both gotten seriously hurt? Do you really want to explain to the king how you damaged his son?”
The girl looked slightly surprised to find the boys were telling the truth about Jak being a prince, but still snickered slightly at what the man at arms had said.
“You, Zoe! You of all girls should know better!” The man at arms shouted at the girl. I’m telling mom. Mom hates fights, you know. Remember what she did to our brother Nid? He existed on bread and water for a week.”
The girl paled, flushed, and paled again. “You wouldn’t! Please don’t, it was just a play fight! We didn’t mean anything by it. Not like you didn’t have them, when you were my age. Remember who your favorite sister is.”
The Prince snorted at the wheedling tone in the girl’s voice. You could tell she had her brother tied around her pinky finger.
The ma’s stern face broke into a smile for a moment, and then it went blank.
“I’m going to have to Zoe.”
“Forget telling her mother, lets bring them all into the King’s court. His Majesty will want to hear about this. Fighting like commoners. Dropping swords on the ground. Having swords when they aren’t supposed to be anywhere near them. Need I say more?”
Prince Jak exchanged looks with his cousin Arni and sighed. They were so going to get in trouble. The gardners could be heard exchanging money and laughing in the background. The ones who had bet on the men at arms coming before things got to rough had won.
I like the second draft. I’m thinking about doing a different point of view to see what it looks like – perhaps write it from the point of view of the gardner. Obviously its not anywhere near done, but I’m having fun playing with it.
January 29, 2009 at 11:44 am · Filed under fiction, writing, writing sample and tagged: book, books, fiction, novel, novels, origional fiction, short stories, short story, stories, writing
I’m in the process of editing the bits and pieces of this particular work that I have, and redoing and refreshing things. I am always surprised at the difference between the first and second draft of a project, and how the whole shape of things changes. I’m going to post my rewrite first, and the first draft second – this way people can see the changes. Its not huge, but its interesting to note the difference in work as it progresses.
First draft
Swords clashed. The sound of metal scraping metal could be heard across the castle courtyard as two boys yelled insults at each other and thrust their swords towards each other in an intricate dance.
The clash of swords was loud and obnoxious as the boys yelled insults back and forth at each other. Neither one of them noticed that someone had popped her head over the wall, and was watching them with amusement until they heard a very unladylike giggle.
Prince Jak’s head whipped around and thats when he saw the girl. She was just a little younger than himself, around thirteen or fourteen. She had light brown hair tied back in a braid, freckles and a tan from being out in the sun a bit to much. She was also wearing a rather plain dress that had no frills. Once he realized that she was not of his fathers court, he relaxed a bit. No trouble was going to come from that end. She would not report him doing something just a wee bit out of line.
“What are you doing?” The girl asked, in a slightly patronizing voice as she leaned over the wall and flicked her braid over her shoulder.
“We’re practicing, can’t you tell?” Prince Jak’s cousin Arni asked in the same tone. “Why are you hanging over the wall? Don’t you have somewhere to be other than here?”
Prince Jak mentally groaned at that tone of voice. He knew, then and there, that Arni was in his I am spoiling for a good argument” mode. That particular mode of his cousin’s was the reason they were out practicing as it was – His cousin was rebelling against the Lord Claricol, who wanted Arni to become a scholar. Arni was mad for fighting, and wanted to rise in ranks alongside Prince Jak’s older brother, Malveric.
“Heh, what am I doing? Isn’t it obvious? I’m standing on a tree branch watching you two boys clown around. I could hear the noise from about a hundred feet down the road, and in the kitchens, and almost in the stables. The insults you were shouting at each other were so weak that I was laughing and I had to come see who was creating so much ruckus that you could wake the dead. Are those real swords?” The girl insulted them in one breath, and asked questions in another. Prince Jak found that sort of annoying. Ok, really annoying. Who was this girl, who thought she could hang out in the royal gardens like this. Well, technically, she wasn’t in the royal gardens, but close enough.
“Of course they are real swords.” He stated, in his most lordly, I’;m better than you are voice. It was the bored tone of voice of the lords in his father’s court. He had gotten the tone down pat after spending hours listening to them in the courtroom. “Now leave us be, girl, and run back to wherever it is you came from. We’re busy, and don’t need the like of you around. Also, for your information, we were not clowning around.”
The girl ignored his order to leave. She seemed quite content to lean on the wall. Way to content by Prince Jak’s way of thinking. No girl should be able to climb trees like that.
“I don’t think I will leave. Watching you two acting silly is the most fun I’ve had all day. Way better than bringing the vegetables to the cook.”
“Is that all you are? A common farm girl?” Arni seemed to take delight in insulting the girl.
“I am not common!” The girl’s eyes flashed with anger, and, much to the surprise of the boys, she vaulted rather easily over the wall. She stumbled a bit when she hit the ground, but landed in a stance that showed she had done this act many times before.
“No lady would have climbed and jumped a fence like that.” Prince Jak exchanged looks with Arni, swords forgotten as they found something new to do. Take turns insulting the farm girl.
“I’m not a lady, but I am not just a common farm girl either.” The girl insisted again, as she dusted herself off. “Just because you boys are acting like idiots, play fighting, and probably live in a castle doesn’t make you better than everyone else, you know. Why, its not as if your important or anything. Just boys. And everyone knows that boys are rather dumb until you knock some sense into them.” The girl looked the prince right in the eye as she said this. “And I’m the girl to do it, if need be.”
“Not important? Don’t you know who you’re dealing with?” Arni puffed up with importance, then made a pointing motion towards Prince Jak. “He’s the Prince. And I’m a young lordling. We’re your betters, girl. Now why don’t you climb that wall and go back to where you came from, and leave the important& people alone.:
The girl started laughing. Not delicate giggles like most of the girls that Jak knew, but a full out laugh. A rolling, honest to goodness, belly laugh even. No girl that Jak knew ever acted like she did. He was sure that she must have been just a little common girl, not anyone of particular importance.
“That boy? A prince? He looks like a common enough boys to me. Most princes don’t go around with holes in their knees. Or, at least that’s what I’ve heard.”
Prince Jak had just about had enough of being insulted for one day. He growled and dropped the sword. It landed with a clatter on some cobblestone that covered the walkways of the gardens.
“I am a prince. You are nothing but a silly, common, good for nothing, farm girl. Go away, and take your freckled face with you. Childish little girls should be at home in the kitchen, with their mothers.”
“Why you!” The girl sprung at him with no warning, knocking him down to the ground. “Why don’t you boys learn? No one picks on my freckles! Don’t call me silly! And I’m no child!” She screeched, hitting Prince Jak squarely in the stomach. The prince felt his breath go out of him with a swift whoosh. She had a good punch, for a girl.
The prince struggled to get up, and found that he was pinned under the girl. He reached up and pulled her braid, hard and she screamed. She, in turn, had grabbed a handful of rocks, dirt and mud and was currently rubbing it in his face. He let a wild punch go, and it fell short, landing on her arm. She punched him one more time, in the eye. Arni looked ready to wade in and start hitting the girl too, when, out of nowhere, Jak heard voices bellowing.
“Over there” One of his father’s men at arms had come to see what the commotion was.
“Shoot!” Exclaimed Arni. “Its your father’s men at arms! We got to get out of here Jak We are so going to get in deep trouble!”
The girl got in one more good punch before being hauled off Jak. Prince Jak was pulled up off the ground by his ear and then shaken roughly.
“To late, you are already in trouble! You know better than to be clowning around like this, my Prince.” Calmon, the man at arms stated sternly. “And look at this, your best sword, laying on the ground? The weapons trainer will have your head for supper!”
“You are acting no better, Arni.” The other man at arms piped up. “How dare you let our prince fight with a girl? Have you no common sense? What if they had both gotten seriously hurt? Do you really want to explain to the king how you damaged his son?”
The girl looked slightly surprised to find the boys were telling the truth about Jak being a prince, but still snickered slightly at what the man at arms had said.
“You, Zoe! You of all girls should know better!” The man at arms shouted at the girl. I’m telling mom. Mom hates fights, you know. Remember what she did to our brother Nid? He existed on bread and water for a week.”
The girl paled, flushed, and paled again. “You wouldn! Please don’t, it was just a play fight! We didn’t mean anything by it. Not like you didn’t have them, when you were my age. Remember who your favorite sister is.”
Jak snorted at the wheedling tone in the girl’s voice. You could tell she had her brother tied around her pinky finger.
The ma’s stern face broke into a smile for a moment, and then it went blank.
“Im going to have to Zoe.”
“Forget telling her mother, lets bring them all into the King’s court. His Majesty will want to hear about this. Fighting like commoners. Dropping swords on the ground. Having swords when they aren’t supposed to be anywhere near them. Need I say more?”
Prince Jak exchanged looks with his cousin Arni and sighed. They were so going to get in trouble.
End of First Draft
January 29, 2009 at 7:26 am · Filed under fiction, writing and tagged: author, book, books, fiction, novel, novels, short stories, short story, stories, tips for writers, write, writers, writing, writing advice, writing tips
How does one start a novel? This is the question asked by most newbies, and myself especially. It’s easy to decide what you want to write about, and how the plot will progress. It’s even easy to write the ending – you know that character x will die, with lots of tears spread by all and a great big funeral to wrap it up with. The question is, how did we get to that point? Where did it start, and how do we grab the reader so that they are interested enough to stay with the story. And it doesn’t have to end with Character X dying. It could end with her getting married. Its up to you – but the point is, how do we get to that spot, and how do we start the story off in such a way that readers are grabbed and want to finish the story.
Its the opening lines – they are the most important part. People have to choose where to start. Some authors use the ending as the begining. Example a) Character X was shot at noon today. The shooting is the start, and then the author goes back to explain how and why the shooting took place. Sounds like a CSI story right? Gotta have something to start with in order to catch attention and keep it going. Example B) Getting married and living happily ever after… A little harder to start up. Did they have an affair? Was it love at first sight? What will grab a reader and make them stick with the story?
Different writers open up a novel with different methods. I have included links to various websites that discusse the importants of opening up a story – and each writer likes to use their own theory to start the story. I included the links because they were intresting to me, and the techniques seemed to work. I find that it is up to each author to find their own groove, and to see if these openings will work for them.
Writing World.com Will Greenway- Dynamic Beginings.
Writing World.com Lital Talmore- Where to Begin?
Orson Scott Card on Beginnings
These three examples should help writers discover their own beginnings and what works best for them. Happy writing, and may your beginings grab your readers in new and exciting ways!
January 29, 2009 at 3:29 am · Filed under fiction, writing and tagged: author, book, books, fiction, harry potter, novel, novels, short stories, short story, stories, tips for writers, websites for authors, writing advice, writing techniques, writing tips
One of the things that I am working on as a writer, is improving my characters. I feel that your character is one of the many things that grabs a reader and makes them intersted in the story. If a character is to boring the reader will wander away. If the character is to one dimentional the reader will lose interest. Characters need to be created so that they are believable, and so that people can feel a connection with them. My favorite characters are the ones who are so close to life they feel like a best friend; some authors have made me walk away feeling as if I know their main characters inside and out. Characters should breath personality, and they should push the story forward. They should change with the story, and be more than just one dementional.
I have included a few links from people talking about Characterization for this article. The only way to improve on what you are writing is to read about it, think about it, and breath it for a while. Are your characters ready to grab your readers and hold your interests? If not follow these links to writers who can help you…
C.J. Cherryh - Strong Characters
John Hewett- Creating Memorable Characters
Writer’s Village - Character Building Workshop
James Kelly- You and your Characters
Notice how most of these are from Sci-fi Fantasy authors? Yes, I have a love of that particular genre. The thing of it is, characterization is important across the board, and all of these authors are professionals in their own rights. They had to start somewhere, and it was probably with learning how to craft a good story, and how to create a great, person grabbing, must read about character.
January 24, 2009 at 8:16 am · Filed under Uncategorized
Sorry if it was a bit confusing for a moment – but I decided to add all my old Fan Fiction here – I thought it would make it easier – this way I can make a seperate page, and write links out to all of them – that way people who WANT just fan fic can go to it easily.
Sorry again for the mild confusion. 
January 24, 2009 at 8:13 am · Filed under Uncategorized
Title: Your skin
Author:Ryna
Rating:PG
Characters/Pairings:Jacob/Bella
Table/Prompt:Beta/temptation
Word Count: 395
Summary: A bit of skin tempts Jacob to no end.
Author’s Notes: My first fic from Jacob’s point of view. I hope its not to bad – please be kind.
Her skin called to him. It called to him in a way that he had never been called to before. It made him ache in places that constantly yearned for her touch. The smell of her skin made his body hum with desire. A bead of sweat was running down her neck, and his eyes were glued to the trail that it left. He wanted to lick and kiss his way down that trail, and let it lead to him being allowed to kiss other things. He thought of her smooth stomach, narrow waist, and couldn’t help but wish that he could see the creamy white of her chest.
His Bella was wearing shorts and a tank top, and the tank top had a habit of riding up every now and then as she leaned over the car to talk to him. The tank teased him mercilessly, showing bits and pieces of skin that he might never have. He was tempted to push the tank top up, so that it could expose the parts of Bella’s body that he longed to see, but he knew that it wouldn’t be a wise thing do do. He had to be content with waiting, and watching and resisting temptation. Or… Maybe not. She pushed her hair away from her shoulder, and he grinned, going in for the kill.
“You’ve got something right there, Bells.” He said, his voice husky with desire.
“I do? What is it?” She asked, her eyes going wide, and she looked down trying to find what he was talking about.
“Let me get it.” Jacob whispered, leaning forward slightly and licking his lips. “Do you trust me, Bella?”
“Yes.” Bella replied.
“Good.” Was Jacob’s answer, as he leaned forward and kissed the spot on her neck that his eyes had been locked on for the last few minutes. He ended the swift kiss with a small lick, and a puff of air that tickled her skin. He was always careful not to go to far. He didn’t want want to scare her off for good, he just wanted to make her want him the way he wanted her
Bella giggled, and pushed him away He gave her his funny, charming, grin and pulled away, but inside he was wanting more. He was always wanting more. Bella gave a new meaning to the word temptation.
January 24, 2009 at 8:12 am · Filed under fiction, writing and tagged: drabbles, fanficiton, harry potter, short stories, writing
51. Books
Luna loved books and the library almost as much as the Granger girl from Gryffindor. She was currently sitting in a secluded spot, with her feet tucked up under her and her wand behind her ear.
Luna twirled a strand of hair absentmindedly as she read, her mind intent on finding out information for her father’s paper. She was so intent on reading her own book that she hardly noticed when a thick and dusty book came soaring at her from the shelves above.
What she did notice was quick hand catching said book. And a very nice looking arm attached to the hand. She raised her eyes to see whom the hand belonged to …
Only to find Harry Potter looking down at her.
“You should be more observant.” He said quietly to her. “Never know what is going to happen in this place.”
Luna was left with only one question after Harry left. When did he get such nice arms?
She glanced at the book that had fallen from above. The title on the spine displayed “Hogwarts, A History.” She grinned at nothing in particular, turned the book upside down and to a random page, and started to read.
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