Musings of a Twiftie

a teen writing for teens

Teaser Tuesday (Jan 18) January 18, 2011

Filed under: snippets&samples,teaser tuesday — maenadwrites @ 4:51 pm

From my latest WIP, Nineteen Stories

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Half an hour later I had somehow gotten to the hospital without moving. Mark was in the emergency room, Liam was talking on his phone -no, my phone- somewhere down the hall. And I was just sitting there, stiffer than the cold plastic of the chair. My hands were folded awkwardly in my lap and my eyes stared at them. A chill rushed down my spine when I recognize the tiles under my feet. I’m almost one hundred percent sure this is the exact same seat I sat in last time I was here.

 

“Hey,” Liam said, plopping down into the spot next to me. He held my phone out to me. One of my hands reached out and took it, then returns to its position in my lap. “I called your brother. He freaked out, of course, but once I told him what the doctors said about everything working out fine he kind of calmed down. Anyway, he’s coming as fast as he can.”

 

My brain is on autopilot. I nodded and wrapped my fingers tighter around the cool metal of my cell.

 

Liam held out a small muffin wrapped in clear plastic film. “I got you something at the cafeteria. Thought the stress might have made you hungry.”

 

When did he go to the cafeteria? When did he get my phone? Is there anything else that I missed, sitting right here with my eyes wide shut?

 

 

Five Books, Five Stars

Filed under: five books five stars — maenadwrites @ 4:49 pm

Recently (like, last week) I moved from Guatemala to Florida. What I love the most about the US is the libraries. So many books! I nearly died. Anyway, I am finally able to do what I’ve always wanted, a book-review sort of thing on my blog. For every five YA (or maybe other) books I read, I will make a post rating them and giving a brief review of what I thought. Here goes round one!

 

 

THE A-LIST – ZOEY DEAN

Four stars

This was a quick and easy read, much like other books I have read by this author. The flow is amazing and I zoomed through this in one sitting. I detested the whole all-the-girls-love-Ben and all-the-boys-love-Anna thing, if it wasn’t for that I would have found this so much more enjoyable. But even so, I definitely liked it and totally recommend it if you’re looking for a good read.

 

 

GIRLS ON FILM – ZOEY DEAN

Three stars

Like the first book in the A-List series, it was well written and easy to read. ZD is absolutely amazing at writing the lives-of-the-rich-and-famous thing. However, the plot went way downhill. Every ten minutes there was a new surprise. Wait, Sam’s gay now? Wait, Anna’s with Adam now? Wait, Anna’s not with Adam anymore? Wait, now she’s some great writer? Wait, now she’s back with Ben? I spent too much time WTFing and not enough time enjoying the story.

 

SPEAK – LAURIE HALSE ANDERSEN

Five stars

Wow. This novel definitely lives up to its hype. I was hooked after the first page. As 2010 turned into 2011, I was glued to this book. I would have kept reading all night, but my arms got tired and my flashlight kept falling on my face. What I loved the most was how I was totally sucked into the story. I wasn’t just feeling Melinda’s hurt from afar, I was in her head, I was there. I actually had to stop a few times to reming myself, this isn’t my story, I’m not Mel. If I could give this fifteen stars, I totally would, but I’ll settle for five.

 

ZOMBIE QUEEN OF NEWBURY HIGH – AMANDA ASHBY

Two stars

What made this book catch my eye was the title (mostly the word ‘zombie’) and the cover. While it was definitely a good read, the writing style wasn’t my favorite and the voice wasn’t enough to captivate me. Even with the zombies and the references to Buffy and Supernatural, it’s not something I would reread or recommend.

 

SOME GIRLS ARE – COURTNEY SUMMERS

Five stars

Another book I read in one sitting, under the covers. I’m making a habit of this. I loved this book so so so so much. New favorite book, totally. I didn’t want it to end, and when it did, I wanted to go back and read it all again. I loved the voice, loved the writing, I loved every second of it. I also kind of love Michael now, but that’s not the point :P

 

 

Writing What You Don’t Know October 23, 2010

Filed under: discussions — maenadwrites @ 11:11 pm

First of all, sorry for the hiatus. But I’m back, and ready to ramble! So read, and tell me what you think about writing what we don’t know!

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Every writer on the planet has heard the saying.

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“Write what you know.”

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And sure, it’s great advice when you’re getting started, but you can only write your autobiography so many times before you start realizing that you don’t know much at all. And what you do know, it’s pretty boring.

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Once you realize that, you’ll want to start writing stuff you don’t know anything about. And once you start, you just can’t stop. You’re hooked on the thrill, the adrenaline, of writing the unknown.

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I don’t know about you guys, but one of my favorite parts of being a writer is writing what I don’t know.

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Of course, there are so many things we don’t know about. It could be a place, a time period, an emotion, a POV, anything. Let’s try an example.

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Maybe you threw a dart at a map to come up with your MC’s hometown, and now you’re stuck trying to write about the everyday woes in the little town of Stoneham, Colorado. Or maybe your MC lives on the planet Oxetywalonxx, which you and your cat came up with that night that you couldn’t fall asleep after drinking a gallon or two of coffee.

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Either way, you don’t know anything about these places. You’ve never been to Stoneham, and certainly not to Oxetywalonxx. But now you’re going to write about it if it kills you. Metaphorically speaking; you’re probably not big on the whole dying thing.

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There are two basic ways to go about writing what you don’t know. A, research, and B, imagination. Personally B is my favorite, but I can’t always use it. Each method only works in some cases.

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See, research won’t work for Oxetywalonxx because it doesn’t exist, therefor it would be pretty much impossible to find information on it. But research would work for Stoneham, because there is probably plenty of information about it.

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Sorry, research cat, Wikipedia is my research BFF

 

Research, ew. It sounds so much like work. But it’s hugely important to a writer. Say you’re writing about Italy in the year 1472. If you just make it all up, no one will ever know, right? After all, who cares if it’s accurate as long as the MC gets the bad guy or kisses the girl?

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And to some degree, it’s fine to just use your imagination and make it all up as you go. If you say Marie Antoinette wore a pink dress at her coronation when she actually wore a blue one, that’s fine! Creative license and all that! But what if Marie Antoinette’s coronation wasn’t in 1472? What if she hadn’t even been born yet? What is she wasn’t from Italy at all? Yeah, that might be a wee bit of a problem.

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I totally understand. Research reminds me too much of homework! But it’s a necessity. So don’t forget Method A for writing what you don’t know!

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Imagination is such a huge part of us writers. If you can honestly tell me that, as a writer, you have no use for imagination, I will give you a million bucks. Monopoly bucks, of course.

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But seriously, imagination is sometimes necessary when you can’t turn to research. If you’re writing about a character eating a live duck, you might not want to go out and eat a live duck to know exactly what it tastes like. It’s probably safer if you just go the imagination way.

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Or say your character has just robbed a bank and is feeling victorious. Please don’t go robbing banks just so you can be sure that you’re writing her joy in the right way. Just get comfy and imagine it.

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Because hey, who doesn’t love an excuse to grab an ice cream sandwich and daydream about what it’s like to kiss a cowboy in the middle of the desert, or win a million bucks in Vegas, or climb to the top of the Everest? Method B, gotta love it.

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This concludes our tour through writing the unknown. Whether you’re writing about a 32-year-old psychopath who kills his victims by cutting out their kidneys with a soda straw, or a ten-year-old princess who lives in a castle made of marshmallows and bubble wrap, don’t forget to have fun writing what you don’t know!

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~Mae

 

after a loooong hiatus… June 15, 2010

Filed under: snippets&samples — maenadwrites @ 10:02 pm

Wow, I haven’t posted anything in longer than forever! To express my sincerest apologies, have a snip from my new WIP (again, I know) “The People Watcher”, in which a new character is introduced. Enjoy!

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Imogen Cait, daughter of the Lord and Lady of Fernst, rode up in an elegant coach. A footman helped her down, and several others carried the half dozen trunks of her belongings. She walked up to the door as if she were in a parade, smiling widely and holding her fancy pink dress off the ground. The golden hair that the Caits were known for hung in dainty ringlets around her pale face, a touch of makeup making her dark eyes stand out even more.

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Her bubbly personality and happy mask would never show it, but inside she was heartbroken. Even though her parents treated her the same as they did her siblings, Imogen knew she was a disappointment. The Lord and Lady were some of the best musicians in Fernst, and their children had inherited the gift. Except for Imogen, of course. It tore her apart every time she saw her parents perform with her two brothers and three sisters. They always had such fun together, without her.

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Nobody knew any of that, though, nor would anyone ever know. Imogen cleared her head of such depressing thoughts and walked up the steps to the girls’ quarters. She had her footmen set her things by the first bed, then walked into the library. There was a girl sitting by the window, her wavy reddish brown hair tied loosely in a yellow ribbon.

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“Hi! Isn’t this place lovely? So quaint and rustic and adorable! I love it already. I’m Imogen, by the way. Yes, I am a Lady, but just because you’re probably a beggar off the streets doesn’t mean we can’t be friends! We’ll have so much fun, I just know it. Oh, what’s your name?”

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Imogen paused to catch her breath. Harper just stared at her for a beat before realizing it was her turn. She breathed on the window, then wrote her name in the fog. Imogen read it and looked perplexed for a moment before launching into another speech.

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“Harper? Why can’t you just tell me? Can’t you talk? Wait, that’s a stupid question, if you can’t talk you can’t answer it. Ooh, I just remembered about that time for my mother’s birthday when Daddy hired this juggler that couldn’t speak, but he could spell things out in the air. He wrote ‘happy birthday’ with fruit and then he juggled a piece at each of us. I got a banana, but I wanted a pear. Pears are amazing, don’t you think? Green is such a lovely color. I hear in Grotcha all you can see is green. Imagine that. I want to go there, have you ever been? Last summer we went to the beach at Emsyu, it was amazing…”

 

captivating thursday the first April 8, 2010

Filed under: captivating thursday — maenadwrites @ 9:28 pm

Captivating Thursday is a meme hosted by Choco/Meg that showcases beautiful things–whether it be photos, quotes, poetry, music, videos, or anything else that I happen upon.

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I am reading this amazing book, “The Best Young Writers and Artists in America: We Are Quiet, We Are Loud.” What makes this book so awesome? This is us, twifties. We are the best young writers and artists in America the world. Anyway, I’m going to quote something from a few of these stories and poems that I’ve read so far. Enjoy, I hope it’s as inspiring to you as it is to me.

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“I had never realized that time doesn’t knock on the bathroom door, that it could pass us by in a haze, second hands and minute hands exhausted in their indiscrimination.”

‘Spark’ ~ Samuel Lansey

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“I didn’t add in my discovery that the teenage experience, made legendary by Hollywood, is like an amusement park ride. In theory, it looks like fun, but then it gives you motion sickness.”

‘The Punk and I’ ~ Phoebe Rusch

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“Girls like us make lovers of phrases

keep them under our tongues,

while they soften our faces.”

‘October Story’ ~ Denise Rickman

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“I looked at him and before I spoke there was a flash in which I thought, Silence is not so bad. The feeling that time isn’t passing when you’re underwater – that you’re suspended in agelessness – reached up from the shore and grabbed me for a half second. I forgot everything. Then it was gone and I was a teenage girl standing on the dirt banks of the Beauna River where a friend had once died.”

‘The Problem With Jump-Off Trees’ ~ Erin Weeks

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“He told me his favorite Santa Monica month was December. Only a December in Santa Monica is no different than a werewolf in London – it’s the sort of thing you write songs about, but it’s only a figment of the imagination.”

‘Asher’ ~ Marguerite Weisman

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“‘Let’s always be friends,’ he said.

‘Always,’ I said, knowing no one can promise always.

I figured that even if he were lying, we were at least lying together.”

‘All The Wrong Places’ ~ Briana Severson

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And lastly, this one goes out to you! Yes, You! Happy Thursday!

 

teaser tuesdays make for dull post titles April 6, 2010

Filed under: snippets&samples — maenadwrites @ 8:58 pm

Back! Finally, it’s been like forever. Anyway, this is from a new WIP, titled ‘Adventures of the Unaverage’. I’ve always wanted to write a series of short stories to post online, just for fun. After about a million failed ideas, I think this is The One! No, not that The One, the other The One. So, enjoy this snip, and hopefully you can read the rest soon!

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Ding! Ding!

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My phone. I had a new message, and it could only be from one person. Pretending to still listen to my mom while she rambled on about the difference between cinnamon and nutmeg, I slipped my cell out of my pocket and opened the text. Sure enough, it was from Wolf.

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“Mom? I have to leave now.”

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“Right now?” she asked, forgetting about the cake for a minute. “But sweetie, why?”

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“An old friend of mine is having a family emergency,” I said. It wasn’t exactly a lie, really.

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“This late at night?” Mom asked, her eyes wide with concern. I smiled.

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“Yeah, emergencies don’t seem too big on waiting for a decent hour.”

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“Funny things, aren’t they? Hey, why don’t you take your friend some of these cookies?”

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Before I could protest Mom was shoving a container full of sugar cookies into my hands. I thanked her while trying to escape to the hall. As soon as I turned the corner and was out of her sight, the over-decorated walls faded and instead a messy room appeared. Family photos were replaced by posters, and the smell of too much air freshener became week old pizza. Ew.

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“Wolf?” I asked, covering my nose. A startled cry made me jump. I spun and found Wolf sitting at his desk, glaring at me.

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“Was it completely necessary to sneak up on me like that?” he asked, sounding more amused than annoyed.

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“If you’d like, I could take the train instead. It would take me a few hours longer to get here, though,” I teased. “Oh, by the way, Mom sent cookies.”

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I put the container on his desk and he eagerly opened it. “Your Mom is the best. Okay, all is forgiven. Okay, check this out.”

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The Book of Everything was open to a page featuring a news article about some tourists who said they heard the Great Sphinx laugh. I started reading over his shoulder, but Wolf quickly got impatient and explained the situation.

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“So I was heading to bed and I wanted something good to read. I opened the Book, and I got this article. Most people seem to think the tourists who heard it are crazy, but you and I know better.”

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“Of course I know better, I can freaking teleport,” I said, rolling my eyes.

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“Yeah. Anyway, I checked the Book and as far as I can tell this is Frank Peters, he can become any inanimate object. He’s been known to throw around a few world domination threats, and apparently he found an object big enough that he thinks he can do some damage by being it.”

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“Wait, you’re saying that this Frank person is somehow the Great Sphinx?”

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“Yeah. So, you up for a quick trip to Egypt?”

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“You know, sometimes I feel like a human taxi cab,” I sighed. “Come on, let’s go stop a huge, possessed statue. This should be fun.”


 

such a tease March 2, 2010

Filed under: snippets&samples — maenadwrites @ 8:42 pm

That time of week again! Today, the teaser is part of my WIP newly titled “The Salvation Letters”. This is the first of those letters. Enjoy!

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Dear Samantha,

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I can’t believe it. I just can’t. I saw you yesterday, you were fine. We ate lunch together. And now you’re gone. Forever. Wow.

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I just don’t understand why you did it. I mean, I’m your best friend! If anyone knew why, it would be me. But now I realize that I was a pretty sucky friend.

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Sure, we used to hang out a lot. Remember when we watched that movie ten times in a row, and almost didn’t get out of the mall before closing time? We got into huge trouble, but that’s still my favorite movie. Oh, and remember that time in sixth grade when we didn’t talk to each other for a month because of Todd Anderson? Turned out he didn’t like either of us. Those were the days.

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What happened to us? I didn’t even realize how far apart we had drifted. Now it’s too late. Ugh, I can’t believe I let you wither away while I blabbed about every stupid thing on the planet. I should have been listening to you. Maybe this wouldn’t have happened if I’d just shut up for a few minutes.

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I wish I could ask you to forgive me, but that would be stupid. I mean, you’re dead. Why am I even writing to you? Probably something psychological, a coping method or something. Whatever it’s called, it’s kind of pointless. Or not. Maybe in a few years I’ll read this letter and it will help me make some important decision or be a better person. Maybe I’ll lose it, throw it away. I don’t know.

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One thing is for sure: when, or if, I find a new best friend, I won’t ever let them go. If they seem the slightest bit sad I’ll make them spill the beans so I can help them. Yeah, that sounds good. Me, Lora Hills, saving the world. Saving lives, making up for losing one. I’m sorry.

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That’s basically why I’m writing this, isn’t it? I’m sorry, Samantha, I’m so sorry. I can’t even begin to describe it, I feel like someone reached into me and ripped out part of my soul, my heart. Me, I’m the one who did it. I’ve done this to myself by letting you down. I did it to everyone, every single person who’s hurting now that you’re gone. Oh God, I’m a monster. Samantha, forgive me, wherever you are, I’m begging you.

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You’re dead, I know. But others aren’t, not yet. I won’t let anyone leave me, not ever again. But you’re gone, and I need to stop this. Writing to dead people? Probably not healthy. So this is it, huh?

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I’m sorry.

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Thank you.

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I love you.

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I loved you.

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Good bye.

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