Well hello there! Right now there is probably no one reading this. Maybe later there will be? One can only hope. So this is my first post. Well, not in history. I have had many blogs throughout the past, but this is my first post on this blog. Hopefully it has spellcheck, because my spelling can be terrible at times.
My first book (novella really) published (self-published) is called Phoenix, and it will come out sometime in fall. Trust me, I thought this would be a lot faster than it actually is. I wanted to be done with editing in May, but with homework, school, exams, recitals... oh boy, there was barely any time for me to edit and revise and rewrite. I'm still doing that, though I'm more or less done with the rewriting.
I haven't come up with a synopsis of my story yet. Every time I try the words just don't come out right. Usually I'm a far better writer than a talker because writing is like writing done my imagination, my thoughts, whereas speaking requires thinking about what your going to say. It's no wonder I'm two completely different people when I write and when I talk. When I talk, I say like every sentence or two (a bad habit I've picked up since moving to the U.S.), whereas my problem with writing is I say though every few sentences. I suppose no one can live without flaws to be fixed.
I am ashamed to say I can't remember where my idea for Phoenix originated. Almost every author has a story behind the story. I'm sure I did, but I've forgotten it. Lovely. Classic really. A writer without a story. It's almost comical.
I do, however, have an idea of where my story came from. See I've always appreciated original stories to those pesky cliches. Of course my story has werewolves in it so it's not wholly original. And my main character is a creature of a myth seen in many countries. But the creature itself has hardly any stories that are well known. Harry Potter comes to mind, but the phoenix in that story and the phoenix in my story are very different.
And now I'm off track again. My thoughts tend to jump from one thing to another like that. Anyways, my idea of where my story comes from happens to be a little figurine of a phoenix I was given years ago for Christmas by my uncle, I think. Even the figurine is different from my vision of a phoenix, but it is the closet. Now you must think 'Her idea came from a plastic toy? What the fudge buckets?'
Well, you might not use those particular words, but I am refraining from using cuss words. My friends have converted me from the bad-mouther I once was into a creative person who likes making up random words and phrases instead. It's amusing. I find it's more fun using others anyway. The originals were so... unoriginal. And people look at you weird when you curse ketchup and vegetables and use random words that have no meaning.
I practically live to be looked at weird. If I had a shirt that said 'What? You have a problem with weirdos?' on it I think I'd wear it everyday. I'd wash it during the night, of course. I don't want to smell icky. I hate smelling and feeling icky.
And now I'm off track again. Sidetracked would be an understatement. This has to be the most... random first post I have ever written. It is so copying my thoughts. My thoughts ramble a lot. My mouth does not. My mouth just drags out words and is usually plagued with monosyllabism. I usually don't talk much. Not because I'm shy or anti-social, just because I don't usually have anything to say. I prefer the quiet.
Now I believe it is time to go back to working on the final touches of my book. This post, which I doubt anyone will read for the next few months at least, has finally come to a close. Goodbye my to-be friends, foes, readers, and random people who happened to stumble upon my blog.
p.s. Sweet! There is spellcheck. apparently monosyllabism is not a word (Google says otherwise) and mouther is not a word which I already knew but couldn't find an appropriate substitute for. I. Love. Spellcheck. Just because I read/write 24/7 does not mean my spelling is totally right. It's not bad, but it's definitely not perfect.