The Choice

Dear Diary,

Sometimes, I really hate telling the truth.
It’s not so much that I can’t. More no one wants to hear it. At least, not the way that I have to say it.

Today, I have to give a speech concerning my stance within the magical vs. non-magical realms and substances. If I tell the truth, there’s no going back. The other mages, wizards, and witches will want my head for leaking out important information of our kind and the ones listening may not even buy that I’m telling the truth in the first place.

Not to mention, my parents will kill me.

We’re supposed to keep this world secret, hidden from all who would desire what we have. There’s the covenant to consider, also. I’d be breaking about a hundred rules. I just don’t know what I’m supposed to do here.

And if I cave to what we’re supposed to do?
Behave how we’re naturally taught to react.

I give way for more criticism, allow for judgment to pass on my kind, and people will go on living without the actual knowledge of what lies behind the shield. We’ve done it for years, so why do I care so much? It’s not like my destiny is written in stone. This isn’t my burden to carry.

If I don’t, however…
Who will?

Sincerely,
Raine

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Raine rolled onto her back searching the ceiling in her room for inspiration. There was no way she felt comfortable speaking about her kind, but the topic was assigned, and she was left with one choice. Part of her wished to be like the other kids. If she were, she could take the topic and go either way without any additional consequences.

But you’re not normal.

Raine released a sigh. Shaking her head, she answered herself with, “I know” before looking at the clock. She gathered her things then left for school, a knot forming in her belly. “Whatever happens, happens. Take it with a grain of salt. Or something like that.” Her eyes focused on the sidewalk lines as she passed them, allowing the loneliness to sink in. Before long, she arrived at school with more uneasiness than when she’d left the house.

“Raine!”

Raine glanced up and noticed Melanie, her best friend since second grade, running along the fence. “Hey, Mel.” She tried to hide her gloom as she smiled. “Hey yourself. You look like you’ve had zero sleep in like a week.” Melanie cocked her head and examined Raine’s expression. “What’s going on?”

“I-I don’t know,” Raine offered after a long pause. “I guess I’m not looking forward to this speech later.”

Melanie laughed. “Girl, you’ve got this. We’ve been debating since our mouths could move. Ask our parents. If anyone can argue a valid point, it’s you.” Raine knew she was right as they turned the corner onto Welsh St. “I don’t think that’s the problem,” Raine answered. “I think… I’m afraid I’ll tell the truth.”

Melanie’s eyes widened as she froze, her arm extending across Raine’s chest. “You can’t.” Raine took a step back, placing her hands on her hips. “Don’t you think I know that? But honestly, what choice do I have?” Their silence was interrupted by a boy on a red bicycle blazing past them. “You could choose to act like a normal person. Raine, what are you trying to do? Get kicked out of the coven? We’re hardly even in, to begin with.”

Raine kept walking. “And if I don’t, all of these people go on believing that magic is a myth. I make a mockery of the craft.” She shook her head. “I-I can’t. No, I won’t. I refuse to betray our heritage. The legacy.”

They were close to the school, reaching the edge of the parking lot. Melanie wrapped her hair in a ponytail. “Our elders put the shield in place for a reason. Maybe… Maybe it’s okay if the heritage and legacy only stay within the covens.” She offered a weak smile, but Raine couldn’t return it. “If I lie, I’ll hate myself.”

“And if you tell the truth, the coven will hate you.”

They were quiet the remainder of the way to the entrance. Raine chewed the bottom of her lip as they maneuvered through the other students to their lockers. Melanie squeezed Raine’s shoulder. “Just lie, okay?” She smiled one last time before veering off toward her first period.

Raine’s shoulders slumped. Isn’t honesty better?

The bell rang, and she headed to her class still unsure of what to do. Part of her wished she were still in her bed, under the covers. At least there, the weight of the world didn’t rest on her shoulders, and the fate of her position within the coven wasn’t left on the outcome of her speech.

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Hey all!

As you may have already guessed, this is another blog challenge from Amanda. We were given three words: honesty, hate, bed. I wanted to take this another route, but Raine’s story really resonated with me in a way that may end up in a novel somewhere down the road. It may not be what everyone else came up with, but I can say that I am happy with how it turned out. I really hope you enjoyed the struggle she had in a way that I did and that it makes you wonder what will happen next. If it did, let me know in the comment section below. (:

As always, make sure to check out everyone else’s responses here, here {NSFW}, here {NSFW}, here and here.

Until Next Time, My Darlings,
Shay

And It’s Over – An Update, Excerpts and My Apologies

Alright…

You’ve caught me red handed.

I am horrible at keeping the updates alive. I have three draft posts that were supposed to be submitted, but I forgot to schedule them. No one saw the updates or excerpts.

Oops…

To help remedy this, and provide an honest update all around, I’ve summarized all of them here. Bear with me, it’s a long one. (:

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Yesterday was the last day for National Novel Writing Month. Everyone kept busy trying to get another thousand words or more before the clock ran out, myself included.

My final word count was: 30,348.

It’s not horrible, but it’s also not 50K. I saw people around me hit the 50K mark and wished that I could be a part of that group too. I watched the virtual write in on youtube, and the hosts, Austin and Tim, would blow their kazoos each time someone reached their goal. It was almost salt in a wound.

I tried to reach the seemingly impossible goal last night, though I only had six hours to do it. I could feel the story slipping from my grasp, the word count wouldn’t magically jump to 50K like I wanted, and inside, part of me harbored irritation.

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I wanted to feel sorry for myself. At one point, I refocused and tried to convince myself that I could include the 18K words written for Silhouettes of Red. The problem? I knew I wouldn’t be using any of it in my novel. Not to mention, I didn’t write it during NaNo. I wrote it before November.

My gut told me it was cheating, but my mind had a motive, “Win.” If I had validated with that word count, my number could have been significantly higher. I probably could have won. Not to mention, there was a kazoo waiting to sound off for me.

While I had the option within my reach, I asked myself how I honestly felt about it. For starters? I wanted to write solid material. I’ve participated in NaNoWriMo before, and quite a few of the scenes I wrote will not make it into any of my novels.

I also know that I have yet to finish any novel I start. I ended up asking myself if I wanted to go insane while repeating the same processes. I don’t think anyone wants to go insane, at least not on purpose. But I could already feel the pull towards crazy.

I realized that if I were to take the route of adding in all those pesky extra words, then my outcome of Silhouettes of Red might be a bit different. What do I mean by that? Let’s take a look at my history… Shall we?

• History Lesson #1: 3636 D (November NaNo 2014) 
I created this novel based on a dream that I used to have growing up. I was very excited to write it and finished NaNo with a little over 95K. After NaNo, I let my novel sit, unfinished, from December until March.

During that time, I sent pieces out to friends/readers. I choose to read through part of it myself and hated the beginning. I could hardly push forward. Constructive criticism was given, but negative feedback took the majority. Instead of revisiting a somewhat let down, I started creating a new novel for Camp in April.

• History Lesson #2: Dawn of Affliction (April Camp NaNo 2015)
This time around, I wrote a compilation novel in the Harlow Series that includes nine short stories from a cursed town nestled in the mountains. I wrote and found a tenth, novel-worthy, idea in the process of a character named Iris. She was persistent wanted her story told and demanded more than a short, so I started the journey.

When I shared her partial story with friends, they didn’t find her so appealing. The level of detail was overpowering to some, while others wanted more. Some people claimed they couldn’t follow the plot. I was told that I struggled with consistency and that my novel needed some serious work.

Needless to say, I hit a curveball and didn’t finish Dawn of Affliction, or Iris’ story. I completed my goal of 60K. Frustrated with other responses to Dawn of Affliction, I set that aside as well and didn’t pick it up again.

• History Lesson #3: Open Deception (July Camp NaNo 2015)
July’s Camp NaNo came around, and I was pumped. For some reason, I had renewed energy to work on 3636 D. With the excitement fresh and raw, I dove headfirst into revamping and revising everything. The title was changed (to Open Deception), the perspective shifted from third to first person and that shift transformed the plot. With a little over ten chapters, I managed to adjust parts of my “waste” NaNo project at the beginning of a new novel.

Here’s the thing, I still haven’t finished it. In fact, after my own version of revision for Camp NaNo, I put it aside.

What have I learned from all of this?

• First – I need to stop listening to people when they shoot my novels down. I realized that not everyone is going to be a fan of my writing, my ideas, or the characters, and that’s okay!

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A lot of people were irritated with Silhouettes of Red. They didn’t understand why I wanted to write about a serial killer. While my novel is a minority to the crowds, I find it fascinating. The mind of Edgar Bates has yet to bore me. Personally? I enjoy Edgar’s creativity and duplicity.

• Second – NaNo gives me permission to use a lot of junk words. The mindset switches from “quality content” to “word count” and while it’s not always a bad thing, it often causes me stress. I lose the vision for my novel as I try to force myself to complete the word count for the day.

It makes the writing portion for me not fun. People definitely noticed that my enthusiasm for writing was different this month. On numerous occasions, I was asked what was up. People know that I love writing. But somewhere in this fiasco I lost the excitement of writing the story and started focusing on the word count instead.

With that, I ended up frustrated. My family was traveling, I ended up sick, I had to complete deadlines with work because of the trip, etc. When you lose the enthusiasm for a novel, it becomes a chore to finish. NaNo only helped enhance the nature of the “chore” mindset causing me to get discouraged easily.

• Third – Every NaNo project has been scrapped or pushed off to the side. It’s almost as if that word count focus takes over. I tend to tell myself that I’ve “reached my word count” so the story is over. Clearly, in my situation, that’s not the case.

I refuse to let this continue. Silhouettes of Red will not fall victim to the NaNo habit. I made a commitment to finish Silhouettes of Red, so that’s what I’m going to do. I was purposeful in my dedication and the words I placed in it. I want to finish the novel. While the 50K was necessary to me, it’s not the ultimate goal. Completing the story is, however, and whether it’s 100K, 79K or 50K, I’m going to push myself to do it.

Now, now, now… Don’t get me wrong.

I love NaNoWriMo! I like what it stands for, I am grateful for the push they gave me to strive for the overwhelming and I support it one hundred percent. I’m sure I’ll continue participating, even.

For me, personally? I need to get to the point where I can stay confident, focused and determined in what I’m writing while doing whatever challenge it is that I feel compelled to do.

Throughout all of this, I’ve learned more about me. I accepted a new adventure, I completed it in the past, and I have failed at the challenge in the present. I set goals for myself and achieved them, and throughout each time, I’ve gained experience as well as practice in regards to writing.

I’ve realized that it was easy to learn success. It’s effortless to celebrate and be enthused with the knowledge that you’ve accomplished something.

It’s harder to accept failure. I’d like to think that this is my journey. I’ve just found something that didn’t work for me. I hope that maybe the ten thousandth time, I figure out how to make my own lightbulb.

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I struggled with the thought today that I didn’t win. I like winning. It makes me feel good. But I don’t want an addiction to the win. I want an addiction to my novels. I want a borderline obsession with the words that I can create.

The only way that I can manage that is if I choose to keep pressing forward. I’m going to keep writing, I’m going to finish Silhouettes of Red, and I’m going to be a success story. (;

I’ll just do it on my terms. 

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Okay, there you have it. My update on NaNoWriMo. As you can see, I learned a lot about me and my process. I don’t see this as a fail, I see this as a partial success. (: I learned something that didn’t work for me.

Now, who’s ready for two excerpts?


Excerpt #2

Excerpt #3

I have two more, but I’ll post those later this week.

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Stay tuned, folks!