Victoria Limbert's Blog, page 12
April 2, 2012
Re-occurring Nightmare
So for the last several weeks I have been experiencing a set of nightmares, overly vivid and disturbing, which wake me up at the early hours of the night. The nightmares consist of a tactical team searching an old abandoned building in a Post-apocalyptic time, with deadly zombies and me holding a large plastic spoon. Yep, crazy undead things running around, my team are heavily armed with grenades, guns and daggers and I am stood holding a plastic spoon. I don't mind this however…
In the nightmare my team are protecting a Lab Researcher who must collect blood samples etc (yes my dreams are really this vivid and involved and I often write them down as quick as possible…great writing material) We enter a very blood stained, dark, underground basement of sorts and while the Researcher is taking her samples I am ordered to fight off the crazy Undead dogs that keep trying to attack us. By this time the Researcher and I are somehow alone and cut off from the military team.
Going back to why I dont mind being armed with a big plastic spoon. This weapon, in my nightmare, is crazy-awesome! No matter how many undead dogs I kill this thing never breaks. I stab them in the head, in the heart, even creating a nice little pile and still the spoon refuses to break. I have by now convinced myself all I need in any apocalyptic situation is this freaking spoon!
I always wake when the Researcher asks me to take her further down the steps in to the dark basement. I can not seem to handle the curtain of darkness that begins halfway down the steps and a terrible fear comes over me. The steps are bloodstained and rusty, and I know there is something waiting for me…and at this point I am not sure how my plastic spoon is going to hold up.
All I know is that I am terrified, and this is how I wake up….to darkness.
I have heard dreams and nightmares tell us alot about ourselves and how we are feeling deep down where we do not really want to go. My dreams are a huge part of my writing, and story telling. In fact many of my dreams as a child have gone in to the Twin Soul Novel series. I had a dark mind even as a child! I believe it is a large part of why I wanted to become a writer. I needed a place to put these dreams or I think I would have gone crazy.
So, tell me about your dreams, and how they have influenced you. Have they changed your life? are they the reason you became an artist? do you believe they hold some special message for you?
In the nightmare my team are protecting a Lab Researcher who must collect blood samples etc (yes my dreams are really this vivid and involved and I often write them down as quick as possible…great writing material) We enter a very blood stained, dark, underground basement of sorts and while the Researcher is taking her samples I am ordered to fight off the crazy Undead dogs that keep trying to attack us. By this time the Researcher and I are somehow alone and cut off from the military team.
Going back to why I dont mind being armed with a big plastic spoon. This weapon, in my nightmare, is crazy-awesome! No matter how many undead dogs I kill this thing never breaks. I stab them in the head, in the heart, even creating a nice little pile and still the spoon refuses to break. I have by now convinced myself all I need in any apocalyptic situation is this freaking spoon!
I always wake when the Researcher asks me to take her further down the steps in to the dark basement. I can not seem to handle the curtain of darkness that begins halfway down the steps and a terrible fear comes over me. The steps are bloodstained and rusty, and I know there is something waiting for me…and at this point I am not sure how my plastic spoon is going to hold up.
All I know is that I am terrified, and this is how I wake up….to darkness.
I have heard dreams and nightmares tell us alot about ourselves and how we are feeling deep down where we do not really want to go. My dreams are a huge part of my writing, and story telling. In fact many of my dreams as a child have gone in to the Twin Soul Novel series. I had a dark mind even as a child! I believe it is a large part of why I wanted to become a writer. I needed a place to put these dreams or I think I would have gone crazy.
So, tell me about your dreams, and how they have influenced you. Have they changed your life? are they the reason you became an artist? do you believe they hold some special message for you?
March 13, 2012
Dark Entity
"Just Stunning"
I recently read Dark Entity, written by Emma and Christopher Byford, which is part of 'The Fusion Series'. The story takes place in a town called Fourhe where the people are forced to co-exist with something terrible. It follows a tormented family who have lost much in this imaginitive world.
From the moment I read the first page I was thoroughly hooked. The book is extremely well written and well edited and flows in a way that kept me gripped to the end. The characters in the story definately tug on the heartstrings and you feel for them instantly.
The Lore, which is explained at the begining of this short story, is easy to follow and understand and does not suffocate you with information. Later in the story, the introduction of the Angels is laced with humor and a sense of brotherhood, with all the squabbles that come with it. It sets the characters up for more explanation later in the series.
It is a story most ages will fall in love with, from the young adult to the older audience. All can enjoy this book.
I would most definately rate this book 4.5/5 stars!!
Dark Entity is available at Amazon!
I recently read Dark Entity, written by Emma and Christopher Byford, which is part of 'The Fusion Series'. The story takes place in a town called Fourhe where the people are forced to co-exist with something terrible. It follows a tormented family who have lost much in this imaginitive world.
From the moment I read the first page I was thoroughly hooked. The book is extremely well written and well edited and flows in a way that kept me gripped to the end. The characters in the story definately tug on the heartstrings and you feel for them instantly.
The Lore, which is explained at the begining of this short story, is easy to follow and understand and does not suffocate you with information. Later in the story, the introduction of the Angels is laced with humor and a sense of brotherhood, with all the squabbles that come with it. It sets the characters up for more explanation later in the series.
It is a story most ages will fall in love with, from the young adult to the older audience. All can enjoy this book.
I would most definately rate this book 4.5/5 stars!!
Dark Entity is available at Amazon!
February 28, 2012
Dialogue
I worry alot about the dialogue in my stories. I worry that I use too much, worry that I am over explaining a situation in my books or maybe the language is not quite right for the characters. It is the dialogue I find myself editing over and over again until i am happy with it. In some areas, when an idea strikes me, I find my writing can flow for hours, but I feel I find description easy (maybe a little exhausting in some cases) and emotional scenes. So I am sharing some dialogue to see what you make of it. Your comments, opinions and critism is most welcome. Do not worry I will not get insulted.
So here it is, an excerpt from my Twin Soul Novels:Lilith. Annette must keep Michael away from the dangers of her world before he is harmed.
"I need you to stay away from me, Michael."
I watched the shadows carefully. I felt their eyes on us.
"Not possible, Annette."
He grabbed my arms and turned me to face him. He was not gentle, but then he knew he didn't have to be. I was no fragile human woman. I was half demon, he knew it, and still he pursued me.
"Michael," I snapped at him, "Every moment you spend with me you are in danger. I told them I wouldn't see you any more."
"Told who? Why does it matter? Annette, I can not keep away from you. I don't…understand why. I just know I love…"
"Stop!" I covered his mouth hastily. The softness of his lips sent tingles reverberating beneath my skin. Just touching him was a thrill of power, lust and maybe, just…maybe. No. I shook my head and dropped my voice to a whisper, "Please, do not say the words. Please."
I turned from him and walked away, moving faster than I should in public. There were startled glances in my direction.
"Annette!"
Michael's voice was breathless. He was running to catch me. I cursed softly and ducked in to the closest alleyway, disappearing in to the darkness and merging with one of the many doorways to the Otherworlds. Using Lilith's power I darted through the unstable world I found myself in and reached out for a doorway back to reality. I stepped through and saw the flashing lights of the Juicy Jugular. I rolled my eyes. Of all the places to find myself in, I ended up at a vampire sex bar.
So here it is, an excerpt from my Twin Soul Novels:Lilith. Annette must keep Michael away from the dangers of her world before he is harmed.
"I need you to stay away from me, Michael."
I watched the shadows carefully. I felt their eyes on us.
"Not possible, Annette."
He grabbed my arms and turned me to face him. He was not gentle, but then he knew he didn't have to be. I was no fragile human woman. I was half demon, he knew it, and still he pursued me.
"Michael," I snapped at him, "Every moment you spend with me you are in danger. I told them I wouldn't see you any more."
"Told who? Why does it matter? Annette, I can not keep away from you. I don't…understand why. I just know I love…"
"Stop!" I covered his mouth hastily. The softness of his lips sent tingles reverberating beneath my skin. Just touching him was a thrill of power, lust and maybe, just…maybe. No. I shook my head and dropped my voice to a whisper, "Please, do not say the words. Please."
I turned from him and walked away, moving faster than I should in public. There were startled glances in my direction.
"Annette!"
Michael's voice was breathless. He was running to catch me. I cursed softly and ducked in to the closest alleyway, disappearing in to the darkness and merging with one of the many doorways to the Otherworlds. Using Lilith's power I darted through the unstable world I found myself in and reached out for a doorway back to reality. I stepped through and saw the flashing lights of the Juicy Jugular. I rolled my eyes. Of all the places to find myself in, I ended up at a vampire sex bar.
February 25, 2012
My 'Dark Man' meets the female of the story!
I want to share with you the moments when my 'Dark Man', Law, from the Teaser of God of the Darklands, meets the female of the story. Law is complex, wild and tempermental, but I love him!
Law lowered the young girl on to a bed of blankets and backed away as far as the small cave would allow. The others swarmed around her, touching her cheeks, her hair, shaking their heads. Floren glared up at him. He raised his chin in arrogance, but his eyes lingered on the young girl's face a moment too long.
Her white blonde hair was tainted red and discoloured with dirt. Her pale face flushed and her strange coloured eyes rolled back in to her head feverishly. It had been her eyes that gave him pause in the wood. They were so very similar to his. Some of the Gifted had rare coloured eyes. Hers were striking. A pale blue that glittered with silver flecks around the pupil, with a grey outer circle. With those eyes set in her pale face she looked like an ice princess from the Unknown Lands. He had known a few and none were as beautiful as this girl.
She was dainty, lithe, her breasts slightly heavier above her tiny waist. Her hips curved enticingly, meeting long legs. Her hair fell long and wavy over the floor of the cave and her full lips pouted appealingly, even as she suffered in her pain.
The moment he thought of her lips he caught himself. She was nothing but a troublesome problem that had bled his cheek. He touched his face and felt the smooth cut on his unblemished skin. Surely they did not need this pretty creature. They were not looking for some weak child. The boy held the qualities of a warrior. A sturdy body with the contours of muscle on his shoulders and arms. His hands were calloused from practice with a sword and knife. He had no doubt the boy was skilled with a bow and arrow as well.
Why did they need the female?
Then he wondered, now that he had seen her, whether he could have left her to die. He had thought about it while she lay curled in the snow. A weak, useless girl. Then she had opened her eyes. She had really looked at him and had not flinched away from his own strange eyes and battle hardened face. Their eyes had held for long moments. She had studied him.
Law watched as they dripped water against her lips. The girl was unresponsive. Her body was trembling violently and her eyes rolled wildly, unseeing. Wherever she was, she was no longer in the cave.
"I have not seen a fever like this since the wars," said the blue-haired Azure. He smoothed back the girl's hair gently.
"Neither have I," admitted Floren. She flung her heavy chestnut hair over one shoulder carelessly and glared up at Law once more. Her hazel eyes were a swirling mixture of green and light brown, shimmering with anger.
"Please help her." The male survivor was closest to the young girl. He was holding her hand, calling her name. He swayed tiredly on his knees. Floren noticed.
"Azure, find the boy some blankets. He needs rest."
"I am not a boy. My name is Ash Mayspring and I do not wish to sleep. I dare not…If Myst dies I want to be beside her until her last breath. Please."
Myst. Her name resembled her features. Law narrowed his eyes. Yes, her eyes were the colour of a thick mist which swirled delicately over a frozen lake in the heart of the Winter seasons. Her hair was the silver waves of a waterfall that cascades over the lake, her fair skin; the snow that settles on the bank during the Dark season. She was winter personified.
"Her pulse is faint," said Azure softly. His hands were touching her throat, her wrist.
"We need more blankets," said Floren.
Law made no move to fetch them. What did he care if the girl lived or died? If she died then she was not the one they were searching for. There was no loss. He turned away from them and settled in his own bed close to the cave entrance. Had he not done enough for these people? Could he not yet go home? He had spent the best part of half the year searching through towns and villages of dead bodies. He had braved the icy weather of the Dark season tracking the two survivors and brought them, more or less, to safety. As far as he was concerned the girl had already been sick before he found her and it was not his fault if she died. Still, he glanced over when the girl shuddered viciously. Her full lips trembled.
He listened too eagerly to their words.
"The fever has taken her."
I will add this to the main page if it becomes popular with readers. As always I am grateful for any feedback and comments. I hope you enjoy it as much as readers are enjoying the first teaser of the first book in a series of three which I hope to get published soon!
Law lowered the young girl on to a bed of blankets and backed away as far as the small cave would allow. The others swarmed around her, touching her cheeks, her hair, shaking their heads. Floren glared up at him. He raised his chin in arrogance, but his eyes lingered on the young girl's face a moment too long.
Her white blonde hair was tainted red and discoloured with dirt. Her pale face flushed and her strange coloured eyes rolled back in to her head feverishly. It had been her eyes that gave him pause in the wood. They were so very similar to his. Some of the Gifted had rare coloured eyes. Hers were striking. A pale blue that glittered with silver flecks around the pupil, with a grey outer circle. With those eyes set in her pale face she looked like an ice princess from the Unknown Lands. He had known a few and none were as beautiful as this girl.
She was dainty, lithe, her breasts slightly heavier above her tiny waist. Her hips curved enticingly, meeting long legs. Her hair fell long and wavy over the floor of the cave and her full lips pouted appealingly, even as she suffered in her pain.
The moment he thought of her lips he caught himself. She was nothing but a troublesome problem that had bled his cheek. He touched his face and felt the smooth cut on his unblemished skin. Surely they did not need this pretty creature. They were not looking for some weak child. The boy held the qualities of a warrior. A sturdy body with the contours of muscle on his shoulders and arms. His hands were calloused from practice with a sword and knife. He had no doubt the boy was skilled with a bow and arrow as well.
Why did they need the female?
Then he wondered, now that he had seen her, whether he could have left her to die. He had thought about it while she lay curled in the snow. A weak, useless girl. Then she had opened her eyes. She had really looked at him and had not flinched away from his own strange eyes and battle hardened face. Their eyes had held for long moments. She had studied him.
Law watched as they dripped water against her lips. The girl was unresponsive. Her body was trembling violently and her eyes rolled wildly, unseeing. Wherever she was, she was no longer in the cave.
"I have not seen a fever like this since the wars," said the blue-haired Azure. He smoothed back the girl's hair gently.
"Neither have I," admitted Floren. She flung her heavy chestnut hair over one shoulder carelessly and glared up at Law once more. Her hazel eyes were a swirling mixture of green and light brown, shimmering with anger.
"Please help her." The male survivor was closest to the young girl. He was holding her hand, calling her name. He swayed tiredly on his knees. Floren noticed.
"Azure, find the boy some blankets. He needs rest."
"I am not a boy. My name is Ash Mayspring and I do not wish to sleep. I dare not…If Myst dies I want to be beside her until her last breath. Please."
Myst. Her name resembled her features. Law narrowed his eyes. Yes, her eyes were the colour of a thick mist which swirled delicately over a frozen lake in the heart of the Winter seasons. Her hair was the silver waves of a waterfall that cascades over the lake, her fair skin; the snow that settles on the bank during the Dark season. She was winter personified.
"Her pulse is faint," said Azure softly. His hands were touching her throat, her wrist.
"We need more blankets," said Floren.
Law made no move to fetch them. What did he care if the girl lived or died? If she died then she was not the one they were searching for. There was no loss. He turned away from them and settled in his own bed close to the cave entrance. Had he not done enough for these people? Could he not yet go home? He had spent the best part of half the year searching through towns and villages of dead bodies. He had braved the icy weather of the Dark season tracking the two survivors and brought them, more or less, to safety. As far as he was concerned the girl had already been sick before he found her and it was not his fault if she died. Still, he glanced over when the girl shuddered viciously. Her full lips trembled.
He listened too eagerly to their words.
"The fever has taken her."
I will add this to the main page if it becomes popular with readers. As always I am grateful for any feedback and comments. I hope you enjoy it as much as readers are enjoying the first teaser of the first book in a series of three which I hope to get published soon!
February 21, 2012
Feedback-Dreaded yet Important
For years I have read, re-read, edited, scrapped and read again, my stories and I became my own worse critic! So I was incredibly frightened to show my work to others...I started with family (who, I might add, do not mind telling me if something I have written is rubbish) then I moved on to friends (who of course loved my writing) then came that dreaded moment when I chose to share them with the world! Hours and hours of dreading the outcome has heightened my surprise at having gained so much great positive feedback! I am truly delighted and very thankful!
February 20, 2012
That Nervous First Blog!
Blogging is very new to me! In fact, anything to do with technology, internet andsocial networking is very new to me. I am like the ultimate Noob. Though I find it incredibly important to get my work out there for people to see! and this seems to be a great way of doing it. I am told Blogging is more like an interactive diary, which I can just about manage to grasp. So here I will speak of my progress, my ups and downs (both are important) and share any thoughts that come in to my mind....Well, I will try to hold back some of those. You have no idea what crazy thoughts I am having while stupidly grinning to myself walking home from work on my own!
So I will leave it here for now and hope always for the best!
So I will leave it here for now and hope always for the best!
