Key Components

     Reading books about how to write your story is a great idea. It is interesting to see how many components it takes to make a compelling novel. And how many of those come naturally to me when I write makes me feel like a super star!
     Now to share some tidbits that I have learned.
"What's the difference between premise and core idea?... the core idea is,... what makes you want to sit down and write it. Premise, on the other hand, is what makes a reader want to read it." (Write Your Novel in a Month by Jeff Gerke)
     To be honest. When I reached this part of the book I had to read the section three times over before the message got through to me. It resulted in one of those "Ah-Ha" moments. What makes me want to write my book and what would get someone else to read it. Similar yet different.
     I think I am going to give you my Premise. Or at least the one I have in the making.

     Apocalypse: Usifrim

  The end of  the world has come and gone leaving three races of beings Angels, Demons, and Humans, fighting for justice, ownership, and survival in this harsh new world. Two Governments are formed attempting to take control of the chaos. The Angelic-Human formed Syndicate. A strict high-control governing force owning all allegiance with the Angels and the forced submission of Humans. And then there is a quiet hidden group known as the Usifrim.
   Raised at the Usifrim Academy, Claire has grown up under the watchful supervision of the school's thirteen professors. But today is graduation, the first step to leaving the peaceful protection of the Academy and venturing into this dangerous world armed with her knowledge, skills, and her Demon Partner Nero Kelldonis. But he is an Incubus. She can't give into her deep desires, passions, and love for him. Can she?
   Nero Kelldonis is a Great High Lord of the Seventh Sin Lust. As an Incubus he needs to find nourishment through intimate desires from Humans. Being bonded with this plain human girl Claire is not what he signed up for. In fact he doesn't know why he is here at all or what he feels toward this pathetic female. All he knows is he is too good for her and too bad to be caught in the act of being a hero.

     So What do you guys think? Does it capture your interest? Does it make you want to read more and find out what happens? I hope so. And writing that makes me want to write in my book. So talk to you later. I am off to be brilliant!

A New Me

     Since I moved in with my parents, while my husband is away, my children are no longer on any kind of schedule. They were on a sleep, bath, play, read, nap, meal, and exercise schedule. No more. But that is neither here nor there. The point I would like to make now is, I need to re-schedule my life and the lives of my kids. They are running wild with no structure. So it is time to bite the bullet and take charge.
     In order to get my kids on a good sleeping schedule I need to pry them away from toys, grandparents, uncles, and auntie in order to get the sleep they need. They can't stay up till one in the morning any more. From tonight onward they will be sleeping at 8:30 pm.
     I need to structure the rest of their day. But I am not sure how to do that yet. I will have to give it some thought as the day goes on.
     My books arrived in the mail. I decided that I need someone or something to give me positive motivational encouragements daily for me to be inspired to write. So I purchased some books. And I got my I-pod out of the dust-bunnies and deleted all the silly songs on it to put my epic music that I listen to when I write so I will have more ideas for my book as the day goes on. Now to find a time and place where I can sit down and write in solitude for a few hours. That will be the hardest thing of all.
     Would you like to hear my motivation for today?

"I willingly expand and reach outward with my writing and, at the same time, contract and pull inward for answers and calm. The balance within me is perfect. (Close your eyes and take a couple of deep breaths.)"-The Plot Whisperer Book of Writing Prompts

     There you go. I will write later. Hope that helps you. Hope that helps me too.

The Lost Chapter

     My book finally got some attention yesterday. I sat down with Lappy on my lap ready to write up a storm when, I found that a whole chapter of my writing had disappeared. Apparently it all started when my kids got a hold on Lappy, my laptop computer and decided he needed fixing (which wasn't so). So using a hammer, my son gave Lappy a swift whack to the screen. Yeah. Now Lappy needed fixing. He had a large white blotch in his screen. I was so sad I set him aside. Turned off. So that he might recover. When I returned to him, ready to assess the damage and call the computer doctor. He was better. No more white spot! Good boy Lappy!
     But no one could have foreseen the unspeakable loss that had befallen me and my book from that escapade.
     I opened my book yesterday, as I have said, and chapter three was gone. I was beside myself. Granted it is the ugly stepchild of my book. I don't quite care for it much, and eventually it may be permanently removed from the story all together, but there were some key pieces that would be sorely missed.
     Downtrodden and disappointed I sat there trying to remember exactly how the chapter was played out. I could remember some points. A bit here, a figment there. It was hopeless. I would have to attack it from scratch. But wait! Yes, I recall printing chapter three out for my mom and dad to read. They never did however. So... what happened to the manuscript?
     I searched their room, the bookcase, my room, the living room. I couldn't seem to find the chapter. Then my daughter, sucking on my wireless computer mouse, came walking to me. She thought she might share her chew toy, and maybe it would make mommy happy. It did. She is such a ray of sunshine. Then she waddled away. And...SLIP! She fell to the ground on some papers she had earlier pulled from my research bookshelf. I jumped to her aid. Lifting her up. Hugging her better. She, in her frustration with the world, kicked the pile of papers and shrieked at them for good measure.
     I picked the papers up as she ran to her rocking horse. She was feeling much better with her discipline she submitted the papers to. As I was picking them up I noticed that my daughter was wonderful! She found my lost chapter. I was so excited I picked her off of her rocking horse, she was very put out, and ran around to the whole family to show them who found the story. After a while of great praise and hugs and kisses and exaggerated hoorays my daughter thought this isn't so bad. And she switched to pageant mode. All waves and blown kisses.
     In the end. I typed the chapter into the story on my computer. Made a couple copies of it just incase. And now my story is on its way. So don't fret world. It won't be that long and you will get the book you have all been waiting for.

Time is not on my side

     I find that the time I have each day is extreemly short. I try to write. I try to take care of my awesome kiddies. And I try to do a million and one things. It doesn't work. I don't know if it is my lack of good time management skills or maybe each day is loosing hours little by little. Okay, okay. I have something to work on. Time management.
     I came up with a theme to talk about on here. I will talk about writing a book. Bits and pieces of knowledge that I find out along my trail. I will share what I learn with you awesome people. How does that sound?
     Until then, I will be sure to write more often, and I will try to manage my time better. Wish me luck!
    

Finding a Theme

     I find my mind can't think when it comes down to writing in my blog. I get a good idea. Then once I sign on and pull up a new post, I am drawn away from my computer. And once I return I have nothing. So, I believe I will start writing a series of some sort. A themed group of blogs. That way if I don't end up writing about the wonderful idea I had when I logged on, then I have a fall back plan. And you all don't get stuck reading some silly dribble about the weather or how I don't have anything to talk about.
     As of this moment I don't have my fall back plan yet, but I will let you know the moment I do.
     I really don't have much to talk about and I am going to need to help my mom with the kids.

Family Visiting

     My family is a crazy sort. This last weekend we all gathered together. My parents, sister, my kids and myself live together for now, so it is normal. But our visitors were the three sons of the family and the second son's wife. Quite the gathering.
     Because of this rare event. I thought I would share some stories and insights to what went down here at the homestead.
     I would like to let you all know, our family is very loud. Even when we move away and think we are running a quiet peaceful life, it is a lie. Once we all gather together it is amazing the cops aren't called. Well, maybe it isn't that bad. Maybe it is because I have had a double ear ache lately that I have been sensitive to the sounds around me. Yet there is no denying. We are a loud family. My dad mentioned this weekend that he doesn't like the new family movie "The Croods" because it reminds him of us. We are crazy. We are loud. We are somewhat primitive. Yup, that sounds like us.
     Now I would like to say we had a really good time together. There was the occasional tussle. I kicked my youngest brothers butt! But all in all, we came out unscathed. We played card games. Sang songs together and ate food. Our family likes our food. But what family doesn't!
     I came up with two new story ideas and was able to do some research on my Angelic Government, The Syndicate.
     In the end, it was an enjoyable weekend.
     This morning I took my vehicle in for a transmission flush. And I bought new boots for my son, a new computer mouse for me, cat food for the cat, milk for the baby, and bananas.
     Tomorrow I have a doctor appointment. And hopefully they will know what is wrong with me this time when I go in. The last time I went to the doctor, it was the emergency room at two in the morning and I had a 104*F fever that they couldn't seem to break. I was in the hospital on the cardiac floor with heart monitors on me. I had a cat scan, chest scan, and a spinal tap preformed. In the end, they told me I had an infection they didn't know what it was. It was in my kidneys, stomach, bladder, throat, ears, lungs, and pretty much everywhere. That was it. After the five days and daily blood work, they couldn't tell me what it was.
     Must go. I have an attention starved little girl to attend to.

Nothing on my mind.

     I don't really have much to say today. But if I don't say something then I wont say anything. Makes perfect sense right? Right.
     So I fed my son racecar shaped pancakes yesterday. He loved them. He had me cut them up in order of parts. The wheels came off first. Then the bumpers. The doors, the engine, and the trunk. It was so cute watching his little mind work around which part to eat next. I wish his dad could have seen him.
     My daughter is into maracas. She loves to shake them and dance to music. I think she has a gift.
     I know this is really short. But really, this is all I can think of at the moment. Talk to you soon.

Another Idea

     Today I got another amazing story idea. I told my younger sister about it to see if she liked it. She was practically in tears when I finished the summary. She said, "That is a terrible story! But maybe I would read it. Well, okay I would read it, but only if you don't make it so sad."
     Tell me. Is a book better if there is a sad twist to it. One that would almost make you throw the book across the room, only for you to retrieve it and finish reading it. Or is there more "Happily Ever After" fans out there, that want happy times to thrive in fictions as well?
     Needless to say. I added the story to my files so I can revert to it later. After my amazing Novel is finished and all of you out there are hooked on it.
     Oh, I was going to mention this. So... that is what I am going to do now. I read a book yesterday. Read it all the way through. Thought it was amazing and totally loved it! The book is called "Pride and Popularity" by Jenni James. Totally recommend it to anyone. Then today I read yet another book from Mis. Jenni James entitled "Northanger Alibi". Two stellar books in two days! And then I started a third book. One from an author I haven't heard of before, but seemed similar to my story line. Yes I was checking out the competition. Well, as I started reading this book. I was dumbfounded by an extensive explanation of Heaven vs. Hell football. Yes, the quarrel between these two power-house races was placed in the "Sports" page of the Sunday Newspaper (I never read that page). I was completely out of my sphere of knowledge, and it was not described in layman's terms. Ultimately I resorted to scanning through. Not really reading it. Thinking it will get better. Well, I got the idea that Heaven is one team, Hell the other and they are fighting for seven souls that will determine if the game is won by one or the other! Yay! Then I was catapulted into a bar! With some sultry skankity-skank girl wearing blue is trying her hardest to get a guy to notice her. She fails! Ha ha ha. And despite the dude's friends attempting to persuade him contrary, he stands firm. Way to go! I would have almost cheered for him if I didn't have to censor so much of the dialogue and story out. I can handle a character with a bit of a potty mouth. Okay I get it. Some people are like that. But when all the characters are that way, and even the description is spouting out four letter words all over the place. It is a little distracting, to say the least. In the end. My concluding results are as follows.
1. My book is way better! (This will always be number one in my opinion!)
2. The author must have been very angry at the world, her editor, her dentist, or something because she was all over the charts with angry vibe.
3. She needs to buy a thesaurus. Very handy when all you can think of is "@#$#" it will give you "sweet butterscotch ripple!". (Yes, this is something I say when I am upset, or I stubbed my toe)
4. The book was a fifth page wonder. Because that is as far as I got. And I only got there because I thought it would get better after the football fiasco.
     Wow. I am glad I am not a book critic. Couldn't handle that job. But hats off to those critics out there that can. I salute you!