Sunday, September 4, 2022

Dr. Link got a new job



Writing has slowed down again. I got hung up on a character arc that I haven't 100% figured out and have had to stop and determine what this portion of the story needs to bring to the table in order to be effective. I think I've found a solution though, so hoping to be back on track soon. 

On a related note, if anyone who sees this works in emergency medicine, or knows someone who works in the ER, I feel like I'm butchering this chapter and will need advice on it when I'm done.

 

Sunday, June 26, 2022

The Links Are Chaotic Dumb

Emory gripped the steering wheel until his knuckles whitened and his fingers felt numb. His foot tapped nervously against the pedal. “I’m going back to prison for this,” he muttered, casting yet another glance back at the building. 
They still hadn’t returned. It had been ten minutes, and they still hadn’t returned. He reached into his pocket with a trembling hand and tugged out the beat-up old flip phone. Maybe he should call Brad to see what was taking so long. A black security vehicle rolled past, and Emory ducked behind the car door, feeling like his heart was about to pound out of his chest. After a few minutes, he poked his head up again to check the exit, muttering, “Sure! Let’s ask the deaf guy with an anxiety problem to be our getaway driver! That sounds like a brilliant idea!” He shuffled back into a sitting position. “This is the last time I’m doing any sort of favor for any of them!”
A sudden BOOM! drew an exclamation from his throat, and he threw himself to the floorboard, curling into a ball and covering his ears with his hands. A couple minutes later, all the doors were wrenched open and there was a great commotion as people started piling into the vehicle, shouting unintelligibly. Brad seized hold of Emory and extracted him from under the steering wheel and, with seemingly adrenaline-fueled strength, shoved his shivering brother to the passenger’s seat. “Sorry, Em, but we’ve gotta go now!”
“Drive, drive, drive!” Seth shouted from the backseat.
Annabelle leaned out the back window, shouldering the tranquilizer as Brad slammed his foot on the gas pedal and peeled out of the parking lot.
“Did you do it?! Did you do the thing?!” Emory asked, trying to be heard over the others’ clamoring. But he went ignored.
“Seatbelt, Dad!” Seth yelled, reaching around him and attempting to buckle him in.
“Would everyone shut up?” Brad snapped. “I’m trying to drive!”
Emory saw Annabelle glance over her shoulder at Brad in the rearview mirror. “Could you drive a little more smoothly? I can’t get a good angle on it!”
It? A sudden dread seized hold of Emory, and he knew he shouldn’t look, but he couldn’t not look. The sight that met his eyes made him want to scream. An enormous dragon was bearing down on them, talons extended, and it was close enough that Emory could see the fire burning in its jaws. He felt like he was going to pass out or be sick or both. “Y’all are going to land me right back in therapy,” he whimpered.
Below, several of the security vehicles were taking up the chase. Annabelle pulled the trigger and the dart found its mark on the dragon’s underbelly. “This better work!” she snarled at Seth.
“It should take about ten minutes to start taking effect!” he assured her.
“Well, I’m glad we stopped for gas earlier!” Brad laughed, speeding up. “Hang in there, Em!” he said when his brother let out a small groan. “You did good playing lookout!”
Annabelle said something in his deaf ear, and he turned to see her grinning maniacally. Seth was laughing uncontrollably. None of them seemed to be grasping the direness of the situation! Annabelle’s wily smile faded to an expression of concern, and she said something he couldn’t hear. Brad reached over to try to give his shoulder a comforting squeeze and nearly ran off the road.
“Brad! Focus! We’ve got this handled!” Seth yelled. He turned to Emory. “Do you want to come back here? Annabelle or I can switch places with you! We’ve got a few more minutes of this, but you’re gonna have to breathe, dude!”
“Brad, they’re gaining on us!” Annabelle said as she checked the back window again.
Emory sucked in a ragged breath and then ungracefully clambered into the backseat, right into Seth’s and Annabelle’s arms. “We didn’t know it was going to get this out of hand!” Seth yelled in his good ear. “They used the mind control thingy on this one!”
Annabelle pressed a kiss to his bad ear, and he could see her face crinkling up in laughter in the rearview mirror, drawing a smile from him despite still not being able to breathe right.

 **************


Meet the Link family. Or... part of it. Emory, his brother, Brad, and his son and his niece, Seth and Annabelle, are infiltrating a dragon slayer hideout for reasons. Emory got left in the car while the others caused havoc and accidentally set a very large dragon free. 


Okay, so this is an older piece of writing that probably won't make it into the final cut. I wrote it three-ish years ago to get a feel for the dynamics of the main cast, but I think it's still fun. Emory was a very new character at that point in time, so I was really, really trying to explore his relationship with the plot and the rest of his family. 


Here's a work in progress of a series cover image:




Left to right, top: Annabelle, Seth
Middle: Corva, Violet
Bottom: Brad, Emory, Abigail



Sunday, June 12, 2022

20,000



Hello! I got a lot of writing done over the past couple of weeks, and last night, I finished the front cover for book 1.

The first book follows Seth, a young shapeshifter who is taken in by his aunt and uncle after the arrest of his father. Seth becomes trapped in his raven form and gets roped into helping a flock of ravens investigate some disappearances within their community. While his aunt and uncle desperately try to hold their family together, he begins to uncover dark secrets from his father's past.


Here's some old art of Seth, his uncle, and their raven friend, Roc:


I've since gotten better at drawing noses and learned just how freaking enormous Common Ravens are. They're impressive birds. In the next post, I may introduce a character or two, or some world-building. I reached the 20,000 word mark of draft 3 the other day. Very excited.






Saturday, May 28, 2022

Introductions Are the Worst

 Hello. Today I am here to write about starting things. Beginning a new project is always exciting-- ideas popping up like daisies, the thrill of unpredictable twists and turns of the narrative, characters dumping their entire life's story on you at the most inopportune moments... 


A couple years ago, I found out that a two others in my graduate cohort write, so I pestered them and we decided to form a writer's group. We agreed to trade chapters and give feedback each week, offer support and encouragement, and get excited about the worlds each of us was building. I showed up to our first meeting at a little coffee shop across from school with a few comic pages and a notebook of half-baked ideas for a project called Kingdom Animalia. It was a mess of too many different genres mashed together and characters ripped from unfinished high school stories with loose or nonexistent motivations. Anyways, long story short, I loved it, but I wanted it to be more coherent and knew I could do better. Over the course of the next eight weeks, I drafted half a novel and managed to keep up with my graduate work. I still don't know how that happened, but I am super jealous of past Megan's motivation (I couldn't keep it up past that when everything got topsy turvy, but for a while there, it was great). 


And... The story wasn't bad. I went back and reread it this morning and it's a heck of a lot of fun. I can't believe I wrote some of the off the wall things I did while managing to keep it coherent and interesting. The only problem was, I knew it wasn't the beginning of the story.


Beginnings are tough. It seems like everything hinges on them. If you don't hook a reader in the first few chapters, you'll likely lose them.


I wanted to start from the start instead of incorporating a bunch of flashback nonsense, so, I took the story back to its roots from 2009. Suddenly IT ALL MADE SENSE.




I brought back Cobalt the Wicked, a horrible dragon who reveled in bloodshed, and I tied in the fact that one of the main characters, Seth, could shapeshift into a raven and had a raven friend named Roc. I brought back a lot of the medieval fantasy elements that I'd loved so much before. And then all the new stuff that stemmed from it became even more exciting. I added a character who completely hijacked the story and became the beating heart for the entire thing. I wrote a heck of a lot of the beginning of Ravenheart.


And it sucked.




Okay, it didn't suck. The writing wasn't BAD, but it was a total shift in tone from what I'd been happy with in Kingdom Animalia. What started out a comedy with witty dialogue became a tragedy with sadness. And the plot became more involved than I'd bargained for. I'd never written a super involved, well thought-out plot before, so I had no idea how to go about setting it up and pacing it in a way that wouldn't lose a reader and leave them in the dark. I let random internet people read it, and I probably shouldn't have because I wasn't at a good point to share it and I just ended up getting frustrated with my inability to communicate everything I was trying to communicate. Which was a lot.


Creating the beginning of a story when you know exactly where it's going is a difficult task. You want to word vomit everything in page one. You want all your clever, carefully woven threads to be shown off immediately. But you also know this is a bad idea. You KNOW what it's supposed to be, yet it falls flat in the first few drafts. It confuses alpha readers. It grossly falls short of your own expectations. BUT it gives you something to work with.


Because I've written out all of these scenes, I can rearrange them. I can cut them up. I can add new information and space out important points. I've been working on recapturing the more lighthearted tone of Kingdom Animalia, despite the heavier subject matter. I've expanded from two POV's to four-- two adult, one kid, and one raven. This seems to have balanced it out and doesn't limit the scope of the story like the previous version, which was told mostly through the eyes of the twelve-year-old boy. And I can carry that format into book two, which opens up with my favorite scene I've ever written ever, which happens to be from the POV of the twelve-year-old's half-crazy father.


Slowly, slowly, I'm carving this story out.


Writing is a process, and I've heard it gets quicker with every book you finish. I'm hoping that eventually I can start turning out a book a year as opposed to one every three years. Beginning a series is the worst. But it's exciting.




Sunday, May 22, 2022

Updates

 Hi. It's been a couple of years. What's been going on? Well, besides the entire world going entirely topsy-turvy and some other not-so-great stuff that's happened, I successfully defended my masters thesis in biology, got a teaching job, and... I finally started seriously tackling a project which I've been playing around with for a decade. 


The project is called Ravenheart and the Dragon Tamer, and it follows a family dealing with the aftermath of a dragon attack. It's a lot of work and I want to throw it against the wall most days, but it's come a long way in a short amount of time and I am very happy at how much it has grown. I look forward to being able to share it someday in the near future.




As for what else has been going on creatively, I've dusted off a couple of old manuscripts and am trying my hand at redrafting. Rewriting a book is a process and I would like to throw these stories against the wall most days as well. I'm surprised my walls aren't stained with ink. Writing is hard, but worth it.

I also joined (and now help admin) a character art and development group. Through it, I've created a ton of illustrations for Ravenheart and have been able to connect with other creators from around the world. It's been a very encouraging and rewarding experience and has helped me develop my visual storytelling style.




I don't think I'll be making any more Iggy and Rocky comics. Maybe an illustration here and there if I get inspired, but it's just too hard to create interesting plots for them. However, I have been playing an Izzy-inspired character in a dungeons and dragons game.



She's an ex-pirate whose crew abandoned her and she's now trying to be a better person. She's very into befriending animals and a few weeks ago, she and the party fought a tree. A few of her adventures may wind up here.


I missed updating this blog, so I may try to revive it. Have a lovely day and a great week!


Friday, September 20, 2019

Monday, September 16, 2019

10 Years


Well... This did not turn out as planned. But then, what ever does?