Katherine Frances's Blog, page 45
July 6, 2018
thepoemsiwroteforyou:
TomorrowI knew the world to beA technicolor masterpieceUntil it painted me In...
TomorrowI knew the world to be
A technicolor masterpiece
Until it painted me
In hues of black and blue.
I thought that love was like
A symphonic scarlet high
Up until the lust and lies
Destroyed both me and you.
I imagined we could be
All the colors in the sky and sea
But we became a tragedy
It was something we both knew.
I believed that hope could spark
A flame of auburn in the dark
But in this lawless, losing war
What do blind men do?
At least I’m sure the sun
Would never come undone
Even when all else is gone
Tomorrow always comes anew.
So I stopped updating you guys, but I did not stop writing! So, latest update, I finished my WIP...
So I stopped updating you guys, but I did not stop writing! So, latest update, I finished my WIP (working title is The Gifts They Give). It clocks in at 72,717 words.
And it was there in the locked gaze of his warm brown eyes that Ash became very sure of one finial thing.
Royce remembered.
That would be the last line of book one.
Convo Question for my followers:
When you finish a novel or a piece of work, do you take time away from it for a bit? Do you work on other things before returning to edit, or just dive right in?
July 5, 2018
petti-fog:
So here’s a human rogue I wasn’t given a name for....
:
So here’s a human rogue I wasn’t given a name for. Not gonna lie,
when the commissioner told me he should have a weathered, traveled face
‘reflecting every one of his 30 years’ I definitely felt a bit old. But
I still get carded for alcohol, so maybe my face just isn’t so
reflective.
Anyway, hope you guys like it!
Dialogue Prompt
“You ended up in hospital this time. It’s time to stop.”
“It wasn’t my fault.”
"I hate this feeling.
Like I’m here,
but I’m not.
Like someone cares.
But they don’t.
Like I..."
Like I’m here,
but I’m not.
Like someone cares.
But they don’t.
Like I belong somewhere else,
anywhere but here,
and escape lies
just past that snowy window,
cool and crisp
as the February air.”
- Ellen Hopkins
(via landscape-photo-graphy)
theheightofdepression:
You’ll hear me down in the valleySinging songs of old.You’ll find me up on...
You’ll hear me down in the valley
Singing songs of old.
You’ll find me up on the mountain
Reaping stars bright and cold.
I am the cloud shepherd,
Wandering,
Roaming,
Gathering.
Restless, aimless,
Through mist and dust,
Dancing in the dusk.
A Fortnight of Questions. #5
I got this from @brynwrites forever ago and I saved them all as a draft cause I wanted to do them, so I’m just going to keep doing them like nothing happened…… :)
Rules: Answer this question (and any previous questions you wish), and then tag as many or as few people are you feel like, between zero and infinity.
Previous questions: #1, #2, #3, #4
What is/are your main character(s) primary goal(s)? Which traits, beliefs, etc, will they need to change in order to reach these goals? If there’s no explicit change needed to reach the goal, how does the character’s development interweave with and/or effect their quest for the goal?
Chloe just wants to fit in and be accepted. The problem isn’t Chloe’s traits, it’s the goal. In pursuing her goal to fit in, she tends to erase herself, and become whatever the situation requires. This tendency makes her a perfect soldier for a secret scifi agency, which, as you might imagine, isn’t a good thing.
(Bonus question: Are you a planner who wants to know their final climactic decision ahead of time, or are you going with the flow and waiting to be surprised?)
A combination of the two, really. I generally am heading in a set direction, but I don’t usually plot things out until it feels necessary.
Tagging anyone reading this!
