17 December 2011

From a Higher Window

"And we went from cathedral bells
To show and tell and wish you wells
And I, I still look at you and I am blinded, I am blinded

Because there is a light, from a higher window
Shining down on us tonight
And the music floats on the breeze
From an easier time

And all of our cards are on the table
Tell me what you want to do
Just don't tell me that it's too late
Don't tell me that it's too late now
Just don't tell me that it´s too late
for me to love you."
~Josh Groban's Higher window


The Music video:

Miss Saria Hart from my novel Finding My Voice: Ambassador

There's a definite story behind the choice of song with this picture, but I won't go into it here at this point in time.

In the original work, the lyrics listed above are juxtaposed with the drawing, but I couldn't find a good setting for the words to be displayed correctly here on the computer, so you will just have to bear with them being typed instead. 

The scan of course does not quite do the drawing justice, but I'll do what I can.  I purposely left it as a sort of "unfinished" drawing. 

Comments are always welcome!

16 December 2011

The End of a Journey and the Start of Another

Today marks a wondrous occasion.  I just finished the first complete draft of my novel Finding My Voice: Ambassador.  And what a journey this has been.

True, I have a long way to go before I can get published, but my, oh my, this is exciting.

I started this with just an idea years ago.  I was in high school, not truly serious about any of my future life plans.  And then this idea was spawned during a conversation with my brother, Jared.  He gave me an idea for a stupid little drawing I did on the paint program on my computer.  Well, that stupid little drawing led to this.

It is a completely different story than from what I started out with.  The title itself was recently changed from Melody to Finding My Voice.  This is also the first of a series.  But it is now at a point where it can be enjoyed, just for its own sake.

But for now, I clock out at:

97,179 words
346 pages - Times New Roman, double-spaced, 12 pt font.

12 December 2011

Writing the Future

Life's a book unread, yet unfolding,
It's apparent, unsure, determined and unyielding.

Word upon word, line on line
Pages are formed, chapters brought forth
A book, unlike any before it,
Unique to each who seize it.

To those waiting for their chance,
It will come, arriving by night;
A guide to hold and lead,
Even with mysteries unsolved, it waits
For the one who will dare
To take this step of adventure.

My own story is unfinished, incomplete;
I don't know where it'll lead
But still, I look out there
To that far horizon, with hope.

Uncertainty doesn't matter, one thing's sure,
I look forward to the journey.

written: August 17, 2011

07 December 2011

The Creative Writing Assignment

Since I've been busy with school (preparing for finals takes quite a bit of time apparently) for this week I'm going to share one of my older pieces.  I wrote it in February 2010 - and it is a completely fictitious story.  In other news I have made a little bit of head way again with my novel.  I hope once I have more time to write I will be able to jump right back into the swing of things.  I'm at the point where I'm just about to cross the top of the hill and I just need to keep up with that downward plunge towards the finish.    I just know that soon the final goal will be in sight.  Anyways without further ado:

The Creative Writing Assignment


Ugh!  I can't seem to start this story assignment.  It only has to be just over two pages!

The street lights flickered menacingly.

Wait, street lights can't be a menace.  All they ever do is just stand there in the open.  Unless I have them all come alive and attack the unsuspecting people.  Delete!

The dark alley loomed overhead in the flickering light.

An alley loomed overhead?  What kind of writing was that?  The alley was floating?  And after it was floating merrily in the twilight all day it could join the flying house for a tea-party.  Humph, let's try again.

It was just like every night.  I was alone, sitting in the dark.

Am I trying to write a depressing story?  I thought I was aiming for a romantic comedy.  My teacher would absolutely love that happy opener.

Everything about my life was perfect.

That's Mary-sue material right there; and Mary-sue needs to get a life.  I just need to write a short romantic story, and yet that seems to be too difficult for my mind.

Once there was a pencil.  The pencil was overjoyed when he met the piece of paper.

A pencil and a piece of paper? Really?  Well, they could make beautiful art together.

He glanced down the hallway.  There she was, with the boyfriend.  When was she ever going to see that the boyfriend was a conniving, cheating jerk?

Hmm, someone's jealous.  Is my subconscious trying to tell me something?  At least this one has potential.

She looked up and smiled when she saw him, causing the boyfriend to glare.  The pair passed by and the boy vowed that he would get revenge.

Revenge; again I go with the negative, dramatic writing.  Think happy thoughts my dear!  Happy thoughts are the key to happiness!  Really, they are; believe me.  Happy equals happiness.  It's amazing.

Steve glanced down the hallway seeing his neighbor walking along with her boyfriend.  Dana was a typical girl that just so happened to hold Steve's heart.  The boyfriend glared at Steve as they passed by, before giving a suggestive wink to Abby at Steve's side.  Abby sighed as Steve tried not to stiffen, while he was oblivious to the boyfriend's action.  Abby was stuck in the role of best friend of Steve, when all she wanted Dana possessed, while Dana's boyfriend didn't even want her.

That's what, a love square?  Way too complicated and confusing.  At least it wasn't dark and depressing.  Oh wait, I forgot to mention how there was a cloaked man holding a scythe in the background ready to beckon the entire group to their deaths.  That would lead to the happily ever after that everyone desires, especially when all four of those characters end up being with someone else and have miserable lives.  It's just hunky-dory.  Now for try 98.639, which I know is a completely accurate number.

Life is like a box-

That's been done, in a much better fashion.

A long time ago, in a gala-

That's much too epic for my story.

There once was a shoe named Stu.  Stu lived in a box.  He had all sorts of boxy tales and loves.  He married a stiletto named Stella.  Stu and Stella were the happiest pair of shoes alive, until Stu got eaten by a dog.  

Nice, the imagery is just so crystal-clear that I lived through Stella's piercing pain and despair with that sentence alone.  The dog obviously represents the crimes of humanity while Stu represents the starving children in the world.  That one could change nations.

It was an ordinary day.  Everything was boring.  Everything was grey.  Everything was the same as it always was, and it will forever be the same.  Life holds the same meaning.  Wake up, get dressed, go to work, come home, and go back to sleep.  LOOK, A UNICORN!!!!

I'm so subtle that I didn't even see that one coming.  The all caps weren't a clue either.  At least it holds a fantastical element and an overly large amount of punctuation.  Even if punctuation saves lives that does not mean I need to use four exclamation points.

A writer can start in a variety of ways.  Some beginnings are trite and boring.  The others are, wait for it, still boring.  Apparently I can't write creatively.

Now my thoughts are showing up in my writing and that is just unacceptable!  I just need two pages of creative writing.  My teacher didn't specify what.  I'll have one more go:

Life.  It starts, it ends.  Death.  For some it is a beginning, for others an ending.

Life and death are the most exciting things I can come up with?  Seriously?  I apparently epically fail.  At life.  Not just spelling without spellchecker or writing creatively but life.  This one assignment proves that I cannot write.  I should just give up on my dream of being an author.  So thank you Mr. Lywill.  Now you have a good reason to fail me; at least I turned something in.  Maybe you won't even read the assignment and I'll get lucky.

01 December 2011

Speak Now

This is definitely a little rough around the edges but it is a little something that I wrote recently.

This is potentially the prologue of a much longer story that is a retelling of a classic fairytale.  (will post the fairytale in the comments so it won't bias the initital reading)

But any thoughts?

Speak Now

"Let them speak now or forever hold their peace."

I barely resisted laughing to myself.  No one would be so bold as to try to interrupt this wedding.  Still, I couldn't help but glance at the audience behind my veil.  A few members of the congregation shifted in their seats uncomfortably, but no one stood.  Not one murmur rose from the crowd.

I wished Jem could be that courageous.  But not even Jem would be willing to risk the wrath of the man standing in front of me: my fiancĂ©.  There was a slight smirk on his face; he noticed my wandering eyes.  He whispered softly so the preacher couldn't hear,

"There's no one here to stand up for you?  I thought there would be at least that kitchen boy."

Biting my lip, I resisted my sharp retort.  Instead I looked up into my fiancĂ©'s eyes, portraying what I hoped to be loving adoration.  He chuckled; I guess I wasn't that much of an actress.

The preacher finally continued, "Ranalt Breandan, do you take Gabriella Ophir for your lawful wedded wife, to live in the holy estate of matrimony?  Will you love, honor, comfort, and cherish her from this day forward, forsaking all others, keeping only unto her as long as both shall live?

"I do," his voice resounded throughout the chapel.

The preacher asked the same vow of me.

I barely kept my voice from cracking as I said, "I do."

The smallest of relieved sighs escaped Ranalt.  For that one moment even he wasn't sure if I would actually say those words.  As if I actually had a choice in the matter.  I mechanically repeated my vows when the time came; Ranalt was absolutely gloating in his triumph.

"You may now kiss the bride."

Ranalt lifted my veil and kissed me.  A spark of heat merged us together into a union that I couldn't resist. Cheers erupted throughout the hall. Breaking our connection, Ranalt grasped my hand, lifting it into the air before his loyal subjects.  I couldn't help wonder what had led me to this moment.  I mean I should be happy right?  But then I didn't even have the courage to speak now.

I guess not every girl could get her happily ever after when she marries the prince.

04 November 2011

Happily Ever After

"And then... "

"They lived happily ever after?

"No... then they realized their life was only just beginning."

And they lived happily ever after.  It’s a phrase that occurs at the end of many a fairy tale.  But is that truly the end?  I don’t think so.  There must be more to the story than that.  They find each other, realize that they were in love, and we are to think that is truly the end?  I don’t believe so. 
I got to thinking more about this phrase after reading this talk given by President Uchtdorf and after watching my favorite movie Tangled.

The “fairy tale” only tells half the story… what about when they have to pick up the pieces of their lives after that final battle of good versus evil?   We still need to recover.  We still need to move on in life. “Happily ever afters” are very real, but they just don’t mark the end of the story. 
 
I have this idea of a series that goes beyond that phrase.  The story beyond the story if you will.  And it all started with three simple words: “Happily Ever After.”

27 October 2011

Developing concepts--where to begin

Developing Concepts-

I develop my ideas through a variety of means.  Some of which seem rather simple, others a bit more complex.  Now the following details somewhat how I can go about developing these things.  I'll make sure to interperse some pictures throughout so you can somewhat see what I mean at time. 

Where to start?

Simply, with an idea.  Always start with an idea.  How do these ideas come about?  That always varies.  Sometimes it is drawing from my own personal experiences.  Sometimes it is through watching a movie, reading a book, or listening to song.  Very rarely is my mind simply focusing on the present.  This can be both a curse and a blessing.  My mind is always wandering thinking about the possibilities.  "What if....?" is perhaps my most thought phrase.  Any simple little thing can represent itself as a trigger.

For instance I was listening to this Taylor Swift song: Speak Now (live performance video) over the summer while I was driving up to the "cabin" in Oakhurst.  Now the song is from the perspective of someone who wants to break up the wedding, but I got to thinking "what if...?"  What if it was the bride that wanted someone to speak now?  What if was an arranged marriage that neither the bride or the groom wanted?  What if it was completely onesided, with the groom forcing the bride to marry him?  What would cause that sort of situation to happen?  What if this story took place in a different world where the groom was the prince and the bride couldn't possibly refuse?  What if the bride was in love with someone else?  What if this was a retelling of a fairy tale?  One thing led into another and suddenly I had a full-fledged idea for a future novel.

Now the important thing I found is that I need to keep track of all these ideas.  I have a separate computer folder and I have a journal, my "Novel Ideas" book, where I keep a written record of these ideas (pun intended).

 Character Design-

Character design is an interesting topic to me.  I like to leave things open to the reader for interpretation, but it still helps to have a visualization of these things.  So I create some rough sketches/concepts to help "give" these characters life.  Sometimes I'll create a full-fledged character profile (typically only for main characters), but most often I just start with a single thing: what purpose does the character have?  From there, I search to discover if the character has more of a story to tell.

I tend to draw with a more "cartoon" style and as such my designs are limited as such.  But things progress.  To help illustrate my process I will share some information about my big project of the moment: my novel tentatively titled Melody.

 Let's start with this  over here ->

This is different representations of a character of mine, Ari. She is a member of my novel's version of a mermaid like species.

This species has several different forms some of which are more humanlike than others. This first picture was a representation of her normal appearance, which in someways is somewhat elvish.



The second picture is a "too comical" version of the first monstrous stage she can enter.



The third picture is a "too vampiric" version of the same concept.



Now you can see a random have doodle of a gavel.



This last picture is a profile of the most monstrous stage of appearance.  As you can see they are rather general, but they certainly get the point across.



The above is some labeled sketches in regards to certain characters as well as some of my random commentary.  (I like to label things)

I create sketches for various clothes/jewelry as well, including the following on amulets. Each of the major races/older countries have an amulet handed down through the generations. The Dragonheart is the one that belongs to Saria, as heir to the throne of her country. It's a dragon wrapped around a large diamond blowing out a fire made out of sapphires (the dark stone in the tail is a larger sapphire). You can also see an idea for a falconclaw (which clutches a gem) and an oyster/pearl motif, among others.

Background Design
I think this is my favorite part of designing: building, landscape, and city design.  For now I'll just post the designs as well as my commentary on the designs.  

 On the right of this section you can see my concept for Ortiaf, a city centered around a university at the edge of the mountains. If this concept was actualized, I think those buildings would collapse because they're so crooked. But you can still get the general idea.



Below that is when the Roserian Guard take over a Raider camp (If you couldn't have guessed). You can see how they are building a camp on the edge of the cliffs. On the cliffside you can see a carved staircase as well as a cave or two (where boats would come to help fuel the town that was nearby).
This top one (in red) is my finalized concept for the Roserian castle's ballroom. Below that you can see some plans for the staircase you see at the left as well as one of the earlier drawings. You can see a color version of these designs  here in this commission. The bottom right is a bedroom design.
Now this picture posted below is a design for another city.  This is what I typically do in that my designs are a combination of sketches and words.  I'll let my somewhat sloppy handwriting speak for itself, but you can still get a general idea.

 
Conclusion

What can you take from all of this?  Something different works for everyone, but I find that this is what works for me.  Experiment and find what works for you.  Whenever I'm struck with an idea, I find someway to record it.  As you can see through these pictures, I wrote/drew these in a variety of notebooks that I eventually sort through and collected the relevant parts into an overall notebook where I place anything and everything related to Melody.  Do what makes sense to you and ultimately you'll love the result!

25 October 2011

The Little Things


I have increasingly realized the importance of the "little" things in life.  Take for instance writing.  It's something everyone does pretty much every day.  And yet realizing how much I've written in the past month, I realized just what this simple activity does for me.  To illustrate, at the beginning of September I had to purchase a new journal because I finally finished my old one.  Looking at it today I realized that in a little less than two months I filled well over 50 pages of the book.  50 pages!  

Now this isn’t at all typical.  I've noticed an increasing pattern.  When I started journal writing oh over about a decade ago (yep, I was ten at the time.  For those of you counting, I only mean I only really started my journals 11 years ago) I wasn’t the most prolific writer.  I loved being creative and writing silly little things in my precious journal.  My first “real” journal spanned over several years and didn’t really cover much of the day-to-day things of my life.  I didn’t want to write down anything I would risk someone else (meaning one of my brothers) reading.  So this little book was filled with tons of entries of little “nothings.”  My second journal again spanned over several years ending if memory serves me correctly my junior year of high school.  

I started a new journal when I went to France the summer of 2007.  I was a fairly naĂŻve sixteen-year-old who was anxious to explore the world.  That summer began the first episode of serious writing, for I didn’t want to forget a single minute of that trip.  I wrote faithfully every day for just over a month.  But, this pattern didn’t last for long.  I quickly forgot about my precious little book and thus this “French” journal lasted me for another three years until I was a freshman at BYU in 2008.
My next journal, the “Otter,” covered my first two years at BYU.  It was at this time that I decided that this was a more important endeavor for me.  That journal was not the happiest of the bunch – despite its cute little cover.  

The next journal, the “Fairy,” spanned only a single year.  This journal represents a lot of change, and yet even though I finished filling those pages feels somewhat incomplete.  Perhaps this feelings persists simply because I it only details one aspect of my life and details a rather incomplete story. 

Now onto my current journal—the sixth that I’ve kept over the last 21 years of my life.  I’m already almost a third of the way through this book and I’ve only had it over a month.  What does this mean?  Perhaps simply that I’m writing a lot more.  Writing is certainly a saving grace for me.  This also represents just what has changed in my life in just the past two months since I moved out to Michigan.

Moving out to Michigan was neither the hardest or easier choice I ever had to make.  The hardest choice will forever remain stark in my mind; the easiest are soon forgotten as the next easy choice is placed before me.  The Michigan move was certainly a significant choice and I don’t even now understand the full ramifications of it—if I ever will.  I just know I’ve been thinking about what I want in life a lot and I realize where I am meant to be going and I want a record of how I’ve changed.

The last two months had both the significant ups and downs and frankly I love basically every minute of it.  Without the bad, I certainly wouldn’t be able to appreciate the good.  I have been writing a lot more in general – including all of my little fictional applications of life.   Over the last few years I have certainly written an increasingly amount – I have well over 400 pages of material to testify of that.    I have much left to learn and I’m more than willing to embrace that journey, it’s just interesting to see how much things have changed over the years.

20 October 2011

15 October 2011

Perspective

Perspective is a very interesting topic.  One's perspective is always changing and yet one's interpretation is always different from another.  This one word inspired this:

"The stars glimmered through the clouds, pale against the bright gleam of moonlight dancing upon the seawater.  The bay was calm, the water barely lapping against the shoreline.  The light bounced off of the snow banks, illuminating the night with a beautiful glow.  Yet, I couldn't do much more than acknowledge the beauty.  I didn't feel the least bit appreciative of the scene at the moment.  What good is beauty when you are virtually a prisoner in your own home? 

Unable to see anything else, what did it matter in the end?  Unable to become a part of the scene before me, what other purpose did it serve but to mock me?  Its very existence did nothing more but to remind me of what I did not have."

10 October 2011

Long time, no blog!

I'm in a new chapter of my life and as such life has graciously offered me the gift of a new slate.  As part of this new beginning, I wanted to revamp this little blog. 

This will primarily be a writing account and will be a compilation of  old and recent pieces.  Plus it will be a fun little exercise to see how my writing has changed over the years.

To start an older poem, titled "The Storm" (written in April 2006, so I was fifteen at the time). 

The Storm

     A silence, a pause
     Quiet surrounds the space,
     The breath before the plunge
     The necessary, dangerous plunge
     Deciding the fate, the destiny
     Of the wandering people

     Clouds cover the sky
     Darkening the atmosphere
     Escaping the cares
     Escaping the dangers,
     Dangers of the world,
     Troubles forgotten

     Winds rush forward
     Reaching toward exhilaration
     A breath of life,
     Revitalizing, energizing
     With this brings death
     Destruction in its path

     Rain pours, rushing to the ground
     Tears of sorrow, pain
     Sadness caused from the world
     From the evil, temptations brought
     Fear for the souls, scattered
     Scattered alone in the world

     Thunder breaks the silence,
     Giving a mighty cry,
     Reeking of despair
     Lightning flashes by
     The few glimpses of light exist
     Blinking out quickly

     A storm erupts
     Pent-up emotions 
     Feelings of the earth
     Releasing its sorrow
     As the war between good and evil
     Begins in an almighty lurch

01 March 2011

Reality

What is reality?  And how does this compare to fantasy?
An essay I wrote on the subject:
http://bunny02.deviantart.com/art/Reality-198517730

It's a little old (well, a week old) but it certainly counts.

I wrote a little bit more of my novel.  I'm now have over 51,000 words written!  51,368 to be precise.  I'm making it through, but now I have to take a break from that and finish writing the Methods section for my fake research project (I'm "investigating" depression rates among divorcees of various ages).

Now to share some of my doodles.  I admit that these come from my journal.  I do not have a normal journal.  At least it doesn't look normal.  As you will see from these following pictures:
 Here you can see some character sketches, as well as what I had written about me posting a blog.  Now I officially have more about me writing about my blog, on my blog!  You can also see how I write along the edges of the pages - this is typically reserved for my more random thoughts as well as quotes and song lyrics.

This is the spiral of doom!  Or rather me writing a rough draft of my novel before I type it (but I purposely made this harder to read).  I don't necessarily have a system for writing my manuscript.  Sometimes I hand-write it, sometimes I hand-write in strange formats like this page demonstrates, and sometimes I type straight into my computer.  But I have several pages like this in my journal.  My journal obviously does not detail just my life, but the lives of fictional characters as well.

Now this is the design for a room in that said novel.  The squiggles in the background represent the ocean, if you couldn't guess. It's enough for me to have a visual of the location as I write about it.  The process helps cement the details into my mind.

That's certainly enough of my journal for now.  I hope everyone else is doing well!

26 February 2011

How Great Thou Art

Creativity comes in many forms.

Today I had the opportunity to attend a wonderful fireside given by the sisters of the late Sister Marjorie Pay Hinckley for our Stake's Relief Society.  In addition to showing how important it is to have fun in life and laugh through every minute of it, enjoying every second, I had the honor of performing a musical number with my roommate Arielle.

We performed an arrangement of How Great Thou Art, with Arielle playing the cello, while I played the piano.  To say that I was nervous would be an understatement; I only saw the sheet music for the piece the first time last Sunday.  But I was willing and able to play.

We were the closing the number.   Despite my nervousness and the fact that I was shaking the entire time I was playing, one thing I knew: the Spirit was most definitely there and its presence was strong, very strong.  It was an experience I don't know I will ever be able to repeat, but I won't ever forget.  I won't deny that the Lord lives and that He loves us for who we are, wherever we may be in life.  I certainly received a reminder of that awesome truth today.

25 February 2011

To...


To begin again
To go beyond fin
To be truly alive
To not be of the hive
To go beyond
To form the bond
To not be alone
To break the stone
To open the path
To add the math
To realize that
This place we’re at:
A new beginning
A life worth living

24 February 2011

Puppies!


A couple of puppies (and their mother's paw) requested from a member of my art website.  You can see a close up of it here: http://bunny02.deviantart.com/art/New-Life-Puppies-198754169

The Start of Something New!

High School Musical quotes aside, this blog does represent the start of something new: my "living creatively everyday" project. 

As President Dieter F. Uchtdorf said:
"The desire to create is one of the deepest yearnings of the human soul. No matter our talents, education, backgrounds, or abilities, we each have an inherent wish to create something that did not exist before.  Everyone can create. You don’t need money, position, or influence in order to create something of substance or beauty.

Creation brings deep satisfaction and fulfillment. We develop ourselves and others when we take unorganized matter into our hands and mold it into something of beauty. . . You might say, “I’m not the creative type. When I sing, I’m always half a tone above or below the note. I cannot draw a line without a ruler. And the only practical use for my homemade bread is as a paperweight or as a doorstop.”

If that is how you feel, think again, and remember that you are spirit daughters of the most creative Being in the universe. Isn’t it remarkable to think that your very spirits are fashioned by an endlessly creative and eternally compassionate God? Think about it—your spirit body is a masterpiece, created with a beauty, function, and capacity beyond imagination. . . .

You may think you don’t have talents, but that is a false assumption, for we all have talents and gifts, every one of us. The bounds of creativity extend far beyond the limits of a canvas or a sheet of paper and do not require a brush, a pen, or the keys of a piano. Creation means bringing into existence something that did not exist before—colorful gardens, harmonious homes, family memories, flowing laughter.

What you create doesn’t have to be perfect. So what if the eggs are greasy or the toast is burned? Don’t let fear of failure discourage you. Don’t let the voice of critics paralyze you—whether that voice comes from the outside or the inside.


Nearly a century and a half ago, President Brigham Young spoke to the Saints of his day. “There is a great work for the Saints to do,” he said. “Progress, and improve upon and make beautiful everything around you. Cultivate the earth, and cultivate your minds. Build cities, adorn your habitations, make gardens, orchards, and vineyards, and render the earth so pleasant that when you look upon your labors you may do so with pleasure, and that angels may delight to come and visit your beautiful locations. In the mean time continually seek to adorn your minds with all the graces of the Spirit of Christ.” 

The more you trust and rely upon the Spirit, the greater your capacity to create. That is your opportunity in this life and your destiny in the life to come. Sisters, trust and rely on the Spirit. As you take the normal opportunities of your daily life and create something of beauty and helpfulness, you improve not only the world around you but also the world within you."  (You can find his full address here: http://lds.org/ensign/2008/11/happiness-your-heritage?lang=eng and a nifty mormonmessages/video version of it here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RhLlnq5yY7k )

This blog will help serve and fulfill my own need to create.  It may be something small, a sketch, a doodle, a poem, a short story, a philosophical thought, or a fun activity I did that day.  This just may serve as a place to say: I wrote another 10 pages of my novel!  But it will help me make sure I keep those creative juices flowing and that I serve one of my purposes here: to create.