A short poem I would like to share.

You look at me that way with disgust and disdain I'm pierced and tattooed I must be insane But who are you to judge when you kneel down and pray just because our beliefs are not the same we are not so different you and I for we are all the same when we die
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Sunday, December 11, 2011

Prologue part 2 first dreaft

So I thought I would Post the second part of my prologue. the first is in my post from yesterday :
Information overload/ Nuclear War
I am very happy with my first draft prologue, it is also the first prologue I have written. I hope you all enjoy it!
Prologue part 2
“Jim, I miss the kids.” she is crying, it seems like she is always crying.
“I know Nora, I do to. The kids are safe with your sister in the colony, we are lucky they got in.” Jim holds her as they watch the news. They always watch the news about the war, its being called by some World War III.
“Things are getting worse Jim, I'm afraid we wont see them again.”
“We may not, but it is better for them with you're sister. With her at least we know they will live and have families of there own. If they had stayed with us, If they where here now they wouldn't be safe.”
“I know, I herd what the President said. What if he is wrong, what then?” she starts to sob without control, all she wants are her babies home, her life back the way it was before the war.
“Then they come home and we can be a family again. You should be happier Nora, they are safe, if the President is right our children live.”
“And we die Jim, how is that fare. We don't get to be there for them, watch them grow, how can that be fare to them or us?”
“Its not Nora, it just is. There wasn't room for us, we are lucky they let your sister take the kids."
Nora stands and walks to the window, rubbing her locket between her fingers, opens it to look at the photo of her kids inside.
On the TV. “The President gave no comment today when asked about possible nuclear retaliation.” Jim shuts the TV off.
The ground and walls start to quiver, then shake violently. “Jim, you have to come see this. I think there’s bin an explosion.”
Jim never made it to his wife's side, Didn't see the smoke rise high into the air as a massive mushroom shaped cloud after the impact, gray smoke and fire glowing red, orange, and yellow. He didn't see buildings falling as the shock wave headed toward them, ruble go flying as fires ignited. Jim can hear screams all around him, he can hear Nora only feet from him and loudest of all are his own screams before everything gets quiet, and dark, just go's blank.
Jim and Nora are the lucky one's, it was over quick for them. More people further away survive long enough to know what happened to them. Further still they live to feel their insides die, get violently sick, maybe grow tumors, but still die. The unlucky live, They have long term affects but with no one to care for them they die as well sooner or later.

Sunday, December 4, 2011

Critiquing

So as a new author writing my first book I had never bin critiqued, and had never critiqued someone else. Now I find its another part of the writing process I like a lot.
The more I write and the more I talk to other writers, getting feed back from two of them, I know this is what I want to do.
I have only critiqued one time, I'm still working on it. It is a lot like reading any other time, only you get to tell the author what you think. Say "this confused me" or "I really liked this part", and "this could be better if you...". I didn't think I could do it at first. How could I tell someone I didn't like what they did here, or this doesn't sound right. I felt like that wasn't me. When I got to doing it, I realized I could and I liked it. The book I am critiquing right now is very good, I'm enjoying working with the author. our dialogue is helpful to me, she is going to critique for me as well. I feel having more then one opinion will be good for me. but just two maybe three people will work for me. different people will have different ideas and thoughts, so I get more insight.
My first two chapters have bin critiqued by one person, and I'm waiting for the other to be done going over it. The feed back I got from the first person really helped me see my words from a different perspective. Not as the author but as a reader. Parts I was unsure about, dose this fit here or this doesn't sound quite right, and hearing what she thought of those parts made it clear for me. some need to go, some need to change, and some are perfect. To hear that I capture the reader in the first sentence amazed me, made me feel confident. I didn't work on my book for over a week because nothing came to mind, with the first for chapters done and not being shore about them I couldn't move forward. Now I can't wait to work on it, but I have to. I want to wait for my other critique partner to finish, then with both of there ideas I can make my book even better.
I am happy I started writing this book, I had waited long enough. Now with a better idea of how to go about writing certain parts I look at my book with possibilities. I think critiquing in a wonderful thing, helping the author to move forward with there work, to see it in a new light. thank you to my two wonderful critiquing partners!