Cyana Scriptora's Blog, page 2
March 27, 2018
Finally!
I finally finished editing and formatting, if all goes well Land of Peace will be available to read by the end of the week!. Again, fingers crossed.
As a reader, I hate waiting. Six months can feel like a long time, but just remember, readers, it takes us maybe a week to read a novel and it takes authors months to write one!
I love how this world has just exploded. I am so excited about this trilogy. And I hope to release the last novel in the Winter of 2018!
I need some young women who love to read Fantasy to back me up here. I am a teacher who loves to write, but getting the word out there is hard. Plus, fancy covers and advertisements takes money. And even though that stuff is great, just remember it's about the writing. It's about the world, the characters, the suspense, and the mystery!
For all the teachers and students out there. Enjoy your Spring Break!
As a reader, I hate waiting. Six months can feel like a long time, but just remember, readers, it takes us maybe a week to read a novel and it takes authors months to write one!
I love how this world has just exploded. I am so excited about this trilogy. And I hope to release the last novel in the Winter of 2018!
I need some young women who love to read Fantasy to back me up here. I am a teacher who loves to write, but getting the word out there is hard. Plus, fancy covers and advertisements takes money. And even though that stuff is great, just remember it's about the writing. It's about the world, the characters, the suspense, and the mystery!
For all the teachers and students out there. Enjoy your Spring Break!
March 13, 2018
My roller coaster life!
The coaster plummets once more and I feel sick. How many more of these maneuvers can I take?
"Seriously, let me off this damn ride, now!" I scream.
The carny with the wild black hair and piercing eyes gives me a twisted smile.
"No!" he shouts back.
The trees zoom by so fast that I don't even know where I am anymore. The coaster ascends higher and higher and then throws me into a series of loops and corkscrews.
A burst of adrenaline soars through my blood and I feel alive again.
"Whoohoo!" I shout. "Do that again! That was amazing!"
I look back and the carny has transformed into a handsome man with a kind smile. He's dressed all in white and his golden hair gleams.
Just as the euphoria begins to wear off, I'm propelled into a massive drop. I didn't see it coming and I'm not prepared.
The force is so strong that my stomach roils within my gut. "I'm going to be sick! Let me off, now! No more! Please!"
The other one is back. He sneers and his teeth are dripping with a black viscous liquid.
"Are you having fun?" he laughs maniacally
"I don't understand! Why can't you just let me off this ride!"
"Because..." he shouts back. "This is life! You don't ever get off!"
The man with the white hair returns and takes the controls. "I'll take it from here! She's had enough!"
"Fine," he said curtly. "But I will return. And when I do, you better be ready!"
"Seriously, let me off this damn ride, now!" I scream.
The carny with the wild black hair and piercing eyes gives me a twisted smile.
"No!" he shouts back.
The trees zoom by so fast that I don't even know where I am anymore. The coaster ascends higher and higher and then throws me into a series of loops and corkscrews.
A burst of adrenaline soars through my blood and I feel alive again.
"Whoohoo!" I shout. "Do that again! That was amazing!"
I look back and the carny has transformed into a handsome man with a kind smile. He's dressed all in white and his golden hair gleams.
Just as the euphoria begins to wear off, I'm propelled into a massive drop. I didn't see it coming and I'm not prepared.
The force is so strong that my stomach roils within my gut. "I'm going to be sick! Let me off, now! No more! Please!"
The other one is back. He sneers and his teeth are dripping with a black viscous liquid.
"Are you having fun?" he laughs maniacally
"I don't understand! Why can't you just let me off this ride!"
"Because..." he shouts back. "This is life! You don't ever get off!"
The man with the white hair returns and takes the controls. "I'll take it from here! She's had enough!"
"Fine," he said curtly. "But I will return. And when I do, you better be ready!"
March 7, 2018
Pieces of the Soul
It is 3 in the morning and I just had the worse nightmare imaginable. It was impossible to go back to sleep, so, I grabbed my notebook and this is what came flooding out. I think that all of us can relate.
The fear of loss is a fear that we all harbor deep within, but rarely acknowledge.
The fear that at any moment the people that we love could be taken from us.
These people are pieces of the intricately woven quilt that composes our soul.
Rip one away and the pattern doesn't make sense anymore.
And yet... loss is inevitable. One day, the cruel knife of loss will fray us all. The vibrant colors will fade and all that will be left is strings.
The gaping hole that they will leave is the most frightening of all. The greater the love, the more excruciating the pain will be.
The fear of that pain is more real than we care to admit, much worse than any physical pain a person can endure. It's like being set on fire.
So... if these people add so much beauty to our lives, then why are we too busy to tell them? Why are we too busy to show them?
Every piece of our soul is unique, that person much be cherished, that loss must be respected. Because once that person is gone, your soul will never be the same again. They will take their beauty with them and all you will be left with is strings.
The fear of loss is a fear that we all harbor deep within, but rarely acknowledge.
The fear that at any moment the people that we love could be taken from us.
These people are pieces of the intricately woven quilt that composes our soul.
Rip one away and the pattern doesn't make sense anymore.
And yet... loss is inevitable. One day, the cruel knife of loss will fray us all. The vibrant colors will fade and all that will be left is strings.
The gaping hole that they will leave is the most frightening of all. The greater the love, the more excruciating the pain will be.
The fear of that pain is more real than we care to admit, much worse than any physical pain a person can endure. It's like being set on fire.
So... if these people add so much beauty to our lives, then why are we too busy to tell them? Why are we too busy to show them?
Every piece of our soul is unique, that person much be cherished, that loss must be respected. Because once that person is gone, your soul will never be the same again. They will take their beauty with them and all you will be left with is strings.
December 30, 2017
What I want in a book?
When I read a book, I want the language to flow. I want to be swept away into a world that is more interesting than my own. I want to feel what a character feels. I want to care about them. I want to be able to relate to them on some human level.
I need to understand their background and history. I want to be able to imagine every facial expression and gesture. I need the words they say to be meaningful and contextual. I do not want them to be physically perfect, nor do I want them to appear flawless.
I want mystery. I want to figure out for myself why a character behaved in the way that they did, but I expect an explanation that is well-defined at the end. I want to be transported.
Imagery, plot line, character development, word choice, and world building. I need it all! And that is what I try to give my readers. I let the characters tell the story. I make it real.
I need to understand their background and history. I want to be able to imagine every facial expression and gesture. I need the words they say to be meaningful and contextual. I do not want them to be physically perfect, nor do I want them to appear flawless.
I want mystery. I want to figure out for myself why a character behaved in the way that they did, but I expect an explanation that is well-defined at the end. I want to be transported.
Imagery, plot line, character development, word choice, and world building. I need it all! And that is what I try to give my readers. I let the characters tell the story. I make it real.
