What is the last thing you wrote? a sermon for ash wednesday.
Was it any good? actually i think it was… you can always read it for yourself
What’s the first thing you ever wrote that you still have? i would have to searching through boxes in the attic to answer that.
Write poetry? i used to, but i was horrible at it.
Angsty poetry? please see the above answer
Favorite genre of writing? fiction, but rarely ever get to write it.
Most fun character you ever created? don’t know about “fun” but my favorite is a man named olin
Most annoying character you ever created? a guy at a diner who insists on playing the same song on the jukebox over and over again.
Best plot you ever created? well, hopefully it’s the one i’m working on
Coolest plot twist you ever created? the birth control berry
How often do you get writers block? every saturday night
Write fan fiction? nope
Do you type or write by hand? yes
Do you save everything you write? i try to, but invariably things get lost
Do you ever go back to an old idea long after you have abandoned it? i hope to go back to the book someday… does that count?
What’s your favorite thing that you’ve written? alas, a short story i can no longer find
What’s everyone else’s favorite story that you’ve written? hmm, i don’t know
Do you ever show people your work? well, people get to hear what write every week, but yes, i often share… i’m needy that way
Did you ever write a novel? someday…
Ever written romance or teen angsty drama? yes, when i was a teen
What’s your favorite setting for your characters? fantasy lands where i can make anything happen
How many writing projects are you working on right now? well, if you go back to the two books i have started… and i have another sermon due on sunday.
Do you want to write for a living? in a way i already do, but that’s what i’d like to do when i retire
Have you ever won an award for your writing? when i was in 8th grade i won a contest for the zoo for an essay i wrote on teddy bears. i still have the mug i got as a prize
Ever written something in script or play format? yes
What are your five favorite words? i love them all, but i am fond of the word: cryptic
Do you ever write based on yourself? i’m sure i do
What character have you created that most resembles yourself? all of them have something of me in them
Where do you get your ideas for your other characters? they are just born
Do you ever write based on your dreams? you mean the kind you have when you are sleeping?
Do you favor happy endings, sad endings, or cliff hangers? i’ve never been a fan of cliff hangers, though i do enjoy endings that aren’t neatly tied up in a bow.
Have you ever written based on an artwork you’ve seen? no
Are you concerned with spelling and grammar as you write? only because of the squiggly lines my computer makes on the screen when i do something wrong. can’t stand those lines.
Ever write something entirely in chatspeak? no
Entirely in L337? good Lord, why would anybody do that?
Does music help you write? no
Quote something you’ve written. this would be from the second book:
My father was a soldier, but then so was my mother back in the time when the great lands were at war and unnamed. The moment I could lift my newborn head my mother strapped me to her back and followed behind his regiment; her body tensing each time he followed the charge into battle. If it was for fear of his death or desire to join the fight I do not know, nor do I know for which side she prayed for victory to be granted.
She had been the enemy and captured; given to my father as a prize for bravery by his commander because he had said that only my father could tame her. I suspected that she grew to love him as she grew to desire peace for lands constantly divided by the pettiness of warlords.
After each battle we would sort through the dead and wounded looking for him, but my father was indestructible though scars decorated his body like trophies or medals he would display with pride. I was his only child and never once did I believe that he would have preferred a boy to the girl that I was. And if my mother grew to love him he loved her as well, weeping openly at her grave more so than I cried for her. She died in childbirth, a battle of its own kind that produced only another death; brother or sister I was never told. Its little body was wrapped up with my mother’s and lowered into the ground amid whispers that she had been too old to bear another child. Her burial was more than most received at the time; the countryside was covered with mass graves filled with warriors and peasants alike.
I grew up in death, not a life for a young girl, but it was mine and I embraced it.
anyone else wanna play?
God's peace y'all
4 comments:
YAY!
And I *think* I have the short story you can't find. ;)
Nice job. I did this tag too, and enjoyed it.
Your diner jukebox character does sound annoying. Ha. And I would also think it would be tough every Saturday trying to finalize something for Sunday.
I really liked your excerpt. Where and when was the context of it being written?
I'm going to steal the quiz for my blog, thanks:P
I couldn't bring myself to do this--it seemed too intimate even for me. But I'm glad you did. I am pleasantly *not* surprised. :-)
Your excerpt makes me want to read more.
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