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Letters from Camp: A Challenge, Oh Goodie!

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I love a challenge, and let me tell you, I was so excited to find out that Thoughts by Mello-Elo nominated me for the 777 Writer’s Challenge!

The rules are pretty simple: Go to your current WIP (work in progress), jump to the seventh page, find the seventh line, and then copy the next seven sentences and share them on your blog!  From there, all you have left is to nominate seven lucky people who you want to challenge!  Easy Peasy!

So, here is my seven sentences from Mo Thuras, I hope you enjoy!

Looking at him curiously, I open my mouth to ask him what it is when Kieran bounds over to me and pounces. Sending me tumbling, making me laugh. Forgetting all about it, I get up, dust myself off and pick up my gear. Taking a deep breath the smell of familiarity surrounds me; it is the smell of home. I have found each port to have its own unique smell that even comes to mind when I think of them. Maybe because of the food they serve, or the cultures and lives the people there lead. I have yet to figure that out, but come to accept and even relish in that little detail.

Now for my nominees… hmmm so many lovely blogs that I follow, I will tell you what, if you want the challenge it is yours! I challenge you all! If you are here, reading this, you have been officially challenged!

Letters from Camp: An Excerpt!

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Wow! I can’t even believe it, I managed to get words on the page yesterday!  Not a lot, but it was a start! So maybe that will get me out of the rut I seem to be stuck in!  I celebrated with some dryads and nymphs who were out dancing in the rain we had today!  Talk about fun!  I never knew they could be so much fun, usually they are a pretty elusive bunch!  I gotta say, if you get a chance get out there and spend some time with them!  Here is a bit of what I have!

Walking over to the window to the Docking Bay Office I murmur to the clerk, “Melody Joy, docking Mo Thuras on Bay Seven.”
Something flashes in his eyes, mixed with the startled expression that moves across his face, too quick for me to figure out what it was. I just know it was there. Some thought he did not want me to know, moving behind his eyes. Taking obvious care to neutralize whatever he was thinking he speaks up. “Melody, it has been a while. Your papers are all in order, how long you plan to stay in port?” He asks me, his voice reverberating slightly through the large station.
I wince; sure everyone in the station heard my name. The young man is familiar to me, but does not seem to be jumping to the fore. While I am sure we went to school together, his name eludes me at the moment. “Not long, only a few days. I am swinging through to see my parents. Time to share the successes of my first journey out. It will be nice to see them, not to mention see some familiar surroundings. Space outside of the contained and confined spaces of my ship.” I grin at him. “Have to get back out there though. As Da says, ‘being in port doesn’t make money, doesn’t pay the bills’,” I finish with his favorite saying.
“Have a safe time in port.” It looks as if there is something else he would like to say… some other thoughts rolling through his mind. Peeking out through his eyes, teasing me with more questions. It is as if, not knowing what to say, he just gives the standard port farewell, instead of giving voice to what he is feeling.
Looking at him curiously, I open my mouth to ask him what it is when Kieran bounds over to me and pounces. Sending me tumbling, making me laugh. Forgetting all about it, I get up, dust myself off and pick up my gear. Taking a deep breath the smell of familiarity surrounds me; it is the smell of home. I have found each port to have its own unique smell that even comes to mind when I think of them. Maybe because of the food they serve, or the cultures and lives the people there lead. I have yet to figure that out, but come to accept and even relish in that little detail.

Spent some time cleaning the cabin today!  Along with the celebrating with the dryads and nymphs, boy am I sore!  Totally worth it though!  Well, I need to get back to the words, they are calling to me!  Hope you enjoyed the glimpse into Mo Thuras!

How about you? Have you seen the dryads? Danced with the nymphs?

Letters from Camp: Truth & Forgiveness

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So today at camp, and across the world is Tell the Truth Day and Global Forgiveness Day!  The two couldn’t go more hand in hand.  Seeing as I can not lie today, (not that I ever do, scouts honor!) I will admit that I did not write at all yesterday! But that is not to say I have not worked hard on Mo Thuras! I did some important reading, and I also managed a bit of brainstorming and feel like I am “in” my novel once more! So in honor of Forgiveness Day, I am going to forgive myself for not having written all weekend, and yet today.  I am going to brush myself off and get back to work tomorrow!

As an added bonus, what if one of your characters could not lie?  Or maybe they have a whole day, or week, or month that they have to tell the absolute truth! What would that do for your story? For the character?  What about a character that always lies!  Or one who never forgives anyone?  Some food for thought! I look forward to hearing if any of that appears in your camp novel!

Letters From Camp: Second Day of camp!

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So, I have to say, I had a terrible mix up and the holidays I posted for yesterday are in fact today… I guess I Forgot to double check!!!  *grins* Oh well, happens to the best of us I am sure!

After a fun filled day of writing, ok, I lie… I totally didn’t really write much today, I did finally manage to write a scene that I have been putting off since I first started writing this story. A scene that I didn’t think I could write, but you know what? I did and it actually turned out pretty good!  I am sorry, but you will have to take my word for it, because sadly it is too much of a spoiler for me to share here!  But, there might just be something I can share with you, I mean… you are the ones who shooed me off to camp right?

So here it is for your reading pleasure, a small teaser from Mo Thuras:

    Walking over to the window to the Docking Bay Office I murmur to the clerk, “Melody Joy, docking Mo Thuras on Bay Seven.”
Something flashes in his eyes, mixed with the startled expression that moves across his face, too quick for me to figure out what it was. I just know it was there. Some thought he did not want me to know, moving behind his eyes. Taking obvious care to neutralize whatever he was thinking he speaks up. “Melody, it has been a while. Your papers are all in order, how long you plan to stay in port?” He asks me, his voice reverberating slightly through the large station.
I wince; sure everyone in the station heard my name. The young man is familiar to me, but does not seem to be jumping to the fore. While I am sure we went to school together, his name eludes me at the moment. “Not long, only a few days. I am swinging through to see my parents. Time to share the successes of my first journey out. It will be nice to see them, not to mention see some familiar surroundings. Space outside of the contained and confined spaces of my ship.” I grin at him. “Have to get back out there though. As Da says, ‘being in port doesn’t make money, doesn’t pay the bills’,” I finish with his favorite saying.
“Have a safe time in port.” It looks as if there is something else he would like to say… some other thoughts rolling through his mind. Peeking out through his eyes, teasing me with more questions. It is as if, not knowing what to say, he just gives the standard port farewell, instead of giving voice to what he is feeling.
   Looking at him curiously, I open my mouth to ask him what it is when Kieran bounds over to me and pounces. Sending me tumbling, making me laugh. Forgetting all about it, I get up, dust myself off and pick up my gear. Taking a deep breath the smell of familiarity surrounds me; it is the smell of home. I have found each port to have its own unique smell that even comes to mind when I think of them. Maybe because of the food they serve, or the cultures and lives the people there lead.
and another short piece:
It does not matter what port you are in, all Mail Banks look alike. The walls here at home a drab gray tone that looks like all the color has been wrung out of it. Color is the only difference I noticed when going to different Mail Banks. Like the scents of different ports, the only thing that makes them unique.
Glancing up from her desk, Mandy looks at me rather startled. The strange looks appear to be adding up today. Self-consciously I put my hand up to my hair, it feels smooth and in place. I wonder if there is something on me as I run my tongue along my teeth. As I clear my throat to ask what is wrong she jumps up.
“Melody, how wonderful you stopped in. You have been out a long while; let me go get your package.” She bustles into the back room, coming back out with a smallish package in her hands. “Here you go dear,” she says handing me the package. “This thing seems to have been just about everywhere. Safe journeys to you,” she finishes in a rush. Almost like she is dismissing me and does not want to chit chat.
Distracted by the package now in my hands any questions I had fled my mind.
Word Count: 130
Scene: Máthair Dies
Time Spent:  15 minutes
And there you have it folks… a glimpse into Melody’s world!  What do you think? Would you like to see more snip-it’s in the future?  I was also thinking of vlogging some of this Camp Adventure, what say you? Would you like me to vlog from camp?

Inspiration Struck

Alright, so I totally had a different topic planned for today, but I wanted to share with you this bit of inspiration I had the other day.  You see, I have been really busy! Like… gone every day for a month now, busy.  So with that has been a lot of time spent in the car driving, which of course gives one too much time to think.  I had this major apostrophe!

So here it is, I write songs every once in a while and I had been thinking, how cool would it be to make a soundtrack for Mo Thuras, right?  Well… then after I am home I hop in the shower, why does the best ideas always happen in the shower where we can’t write them down?!?, and had this amazing tune, and the chorus to Melody’s life story pop in my head!

So, just to share with you, here is a little bit of the song that I created Sunday night.

Don’t forget to tell me what you think!  How about you? Do you ever dabble in other mediums?  Do you have creative ideas to go along with your writing?  Would you be interested if your favorite books had soundtracks of music written just for them?

Hey All

Well, I can’t believe how quickly this summer is just flying by!  Camp NaNo finished up, and I managed to hit my goal, after many ups and downs.   I know that I didn’t manage to get my personal goal accomplished, Vampyres Prophecy is not sitting where I had Mo Thuras, but it is much closer so I will consider that a win!

I have been taking some marvelous workshops over the past couple of months and I am very excited about them!  My original goal when I went into them was learning some new skills and maybe learning how to get somewhere with my art, my writing.  Now that they are drawing to a close I have a whole new plan, a new idea!  I am very excited  to have learned not only some new skills, but that I can utilize my current skills to help other artists!  I am looking into helping people organize not only their day to day life, but their state of being through sets of creative art I am currently making.  It is a challenge to make something that has never been made before, but I am enjoying every second of it!

I hope to bring you along for the journey as well!  Maybe soon I will even have a few more little surveys to see what you think should be included in this new series of art I am creating.

How is your summer going? Are you finding it flying by?  What has consumed you this summer?