The Way of Kings = INSPIRATION

Yesterday, I finished reading The Way of Kings by Brandon Sanderson and I was left completely and totally amazed. It is the best book I've read in a long time. And I'm not one to go around saying that about every book I read.

I first started reading The Way of Kings several months ago when my sister brought it home from the library. I trudged through forty-four pages of destruction, death and despair. Then I turned the page, read the first line of chapter three-- and was called away. I didn't pick up the book again.

What I didn't know was that I had put down the book at the exact spot where things start to brighten up. The character that had just been introduced is a very interesting, clever and not at all depressing woman. If I had only continued for two more pages I would have been hooked. 

But I didn't. I put it down and spent months listening to my siblings rave about it. I didn't understand what they saw in such an obviously glum book, but I didn't give it much thought.

Then, on January 7th (my birthday), I read this blog post. How could I ignore the book now? We had received The Way of Kings for Christmas and I didn't have anything to do but write THE SCENE OF DEATH (which I've been working on for a month) anyway. And I was so sick of that garish scene.

So I weighed my options and ended up taking the book from Sarah.

I suppose it’s a good thing that I didn’t reach the stuff I hadn’t read yet before supper, or I wouldn’t have been able to attend my birthday dinner. The book is far far too good. Even the destruction, death and despair were interesting now. I marveled at the way Sanderson slipped in explanations of the world without ever breaking the story. I gaped at the vibrancy of even the incidental characters. He took characters from Point A to Point B quickly and discreetly, something that I can never manage to achieve. The story is astounding. A perfect blend of adventure, romance and glorious insights into human beings.

And so I stayed up until midnight reading it. I would have stayed up later, but that would entail reading on Sunday, something that I will not allow myself to do. But it was hard to put that book down. I must confess that I started banging it on my lap in giddy distress when I finished Part One and noticed that it was exactly 12:00 and I had to put the book down.

But I made up for my lack of reading on Sunday by getting up at 6:30 to read it on Monday. It might be a little stupid to annoy Lizzie by turning on the light that early, but I had to. Even with the constant craving to introduce the world to my characters, even through the suffocating depression that welds itself to my heart when I'm not writing, I had to finish reading this book. 

Then, on January 11th, something strange happened. I had been reading The Way of Kings and then I felt an all-consuming need to write. I dashed for my laptop and the words flew from my fingers. More than that, it was good. Much better than the stuff I've been wringing out of my brain lately. It was all inspired by that remarkable book.

And that's not all. Dialogue for scenes I’ve been planning for months is pouring into my brain, unstoppered by reading such a masterpiece.

I recommend this book to everyone. It’s 1001 pages of pure delight (and depression, but we pass that quickly). As I said before, I finished the book yesterday but I can’t stop running those last few chapters over and over again through my head. I devoured the story and I’m hungering for more.

November Flies By

Well, as many of you may know, I did NaNoWriMo this year. What you may not know, however, is that I lost. Badly.

I'm not grouching about that, though. I set into NaNoWriMo with a purpose in mind: Get my book rolling again. I fulfilled that goal. And I enjoyed it. Writing new scenes is so much more fun that rewriting scenes from previous starts. Writing a scene from the beginning has started to rival the pleasures of editing.

Sure, I didn't even introduce the main conflict of the story. But I got pretty ice close. I didn't write more than 12,000 words in the course of the month, but I reached 20,377. I never fulfilled my daily quota, but I did 1232 words in one day.

And that isn't even the best part. This is the best part:

Sarah (reading my book): I am not weeding. I am perusing an excellent book.

Though the first line only made sense to the two of us, the second line planted the seed of warm fuzzies in my heart. In the course of November, my book transformed from something so hopeless I would cry about it, to something that Sarah enjoys to read. That is what I got out of November. Characters I hadn't known existed leaped from my fingertips. Bridges were burned (figuratively), main characters were tortured by bitter enemies (really) and chunks of time I thought would bore readers turned into awesome skirmishes.

I didn't make Mom cry with sweetness. (The ultimate goal.) But I don't think a main character who allegedly cares for no one and swears incessantly at those closest to her is going to make Mom cry... yet. Neither is a twenty year old war general escaping from enemy camps. I didn't make Mom cry, but Lia's callous quips made her laugh. I'm happy with that.

My writing still isn't quite where I want it to be yet; I had to rewrite several out-of-character scenes and spent full days with my face buried in my hands, trying to figure out scene to scene inconsistencies. But I did it. And I loved it.

May I just end with saying that I am satisfied.

Actually, I'm not. I'm EXHILARATED!

My Book....

It has come to my attention that many of those who read my blog know practically nothing about my book. Before, I tried to be noble and talk about things other than myself (no, I actually just didn't want to take the time to try to explain it all) but I have decided to stick my mind to it and write this blog post.

Here I go:

And now I want to say something silly. Just for the sake of it. But that will make you irritated with me. So I will just point out that I format my sentences the same way I format them on chat. That means short. And incomplete. And way too many periods. It causes dramatic effect. To my mind, at least. (Don't worry, I use punctuation in my book.)

Anyway... I started this book when I was nine. Yeah, it stank. I would seriously post my first start on here except that it contains major spoilers. I really didn't know how to format a story back then. Or create a character.

No worries, my writing ability has developed immensely. To this day, I have been through nine starts - the longest was like thirty manuscript pages - and I am currently on my tenth. I feel quite sure that this is THE DRAFT. THE DRAFT that will actually be finished because my writing ability has not changed much in the last year.

It is coming slowly. I started on February nineteenth of this year. I am now at 8, 162 words. But my pace is picking up. I wrote scene six in one day, 782 words. That is a record for me. (Unless you count NaNoWriMo, which was awesome, but really didn't count. I wasn't going for quality there. It was helpful, though. I now know the characters of that book.)

And now, I will stop with the explanations of my failures and tell you about my darlings. My books. I currently have five planned and three more ideas, two of which will be jointly written with Sarah because we came up with them together and she loves me. We are best sisters. And best friends. I don't see how other people make a distinction there.

All my current books are written in the same world. Which is definitely not ours. This post is dedicated to my Work In Progress, simply called Lia.

Before you exclaim in shock at such a pathetic name... no, it is not permanent. I have been through several names, they no longer work for the mood of the story. The best suggestion I now have is Thrice Bound, which makes hardly any sense but sounds cool. For now, it is Lia.
Lia is the only of my current books that is not a fractured fairytale. It is about a girl named - you guessed it - Lia. (And this is a book written mainly for girls, even if I commonly force Erik to read it; just to make sure a boy could enjoy it, if he set his mind to it.) Lia is a talented eighteen year old rebel and, before you think that is so cliche, know that she has been raised in a rebellion to be a killing machine.

Lia was brought up by Talen, one of the nine Eldests who rule the rebellion with absolute authority, subject only to the will of Father Vaun. Raised by a man of such power, Lia has been destined for greatness since the day he took her in, despite the fact that she was born of the detested ruling race.

This Lia has changed a lot from the girl of my first start. Both have red hair, neither knew their parents, that is about where the similarities end. For example, I have an excerpt from both stories (and Lia's name used to be Fyranna, that will help):

My First Start
(Complete with spelling and grammatical errors)

Fyranna was surprised to see the two men come through the door of her room. Okel she knew very well but the other man she has never seen before.

She saw the other man glance at her and felt him taking in her appearance, the green eyes, red hair, brown ripped dress, grey apron. She thought she was rather plain. But others privately thought her green eyes were like emeralds and her red gold hair was like fire.

Okel cleared his throat Fyranna looked at him. “Peter this is Fyranna, Fyranna this is Peter.”

Fyranna curtsied. “This the girl that burned my soup then,” he chuckled. Fyranna felt her face grow hot. “I've been needing a new servant for some time, I want your kitchen girl how much can I get her for?” Peter asked.

Fyranna stared at him. She did not want to be given away after fourteen years, It was true she hated her life here but all though Peter was plump and cheery looking she did not trust him.

“Please,” she begged Okel, “don't give me away, it's been fourteen years! You can't sell me after fourteen years!” Okel looked at her.

“Too bad,” he said, “I just did.” Then he left the room with Peter in tow. Fyranna collapsed on her bed and slept.

Yeah, that was pathetic. I hope you'll find the next excerpt rather more enjoyable.

My Current Draft
(Please point out any grammatical errors)

Lia paused in the gloom outside the training cavern and tugged her cap firmly down over her hair. Satisfied that not one wisp of red, Terren hair poked out, she strolled into the room.

The sweet scent of exertion, the cacophony of steel ringing against steel, engulfed her. Lia stood in the doorway a moment, soaking it in, then turned to look over the sparring pairs. Where is he?

Of course. Lounging against the wall to her right, Cayle casually conversed with yet another ebony-haired beauty. She ground her teeth. The ego those women gave him would be the ruin of him, even if he refused to notice it. She stalked over to them.

“…Bryn woke us at the beginning of the first watch,” Cayle was saying. “The local lord’s carriage was riding by. He must have turned off the main road at Penathon’s Crossing, probably because of some stone-headed notion of saving time. There were only two guards…”

Lia rolled her eyes and tapped her foot to the slow count of ten. They ignored her. The minx laughed at something Cayle said.

“Woman,” Lia snapped. The girl jumped and turned to face her. “I came here to spar with Cayle, not to listen to him talk to you.”

The woman’s glower melted into a condescending smile. "Lia," Her syrupy tone did nothing to conceal the hostility in her eyes. "I've heard about you.”

“Well I don’t want to hear a blistered word about you,” Lia growled. “Cayle?"

He touched the woman’s shoulder. “I did come to spar, Shalin,” he said. “But do hang around; I don’t expect this will take long.”

Shalin gave him a sickeningly sweet smile and brushed a curl of obsidian hair out of his eyes. “I’ll wait here.”

Cayle smiled at her, then straightened and turned to Lia. “I claimed section three.”

She raised her eyebrows. “An impressive amount of forethought, considering your obvious disinterest in sparring today.”


Comments on that excerpt would be adored. I didn't even need to ask? Aren't you darling! Yes, you are.

I'm not going to tell you anything more about the plot yet, I'm not that stupid. Suffice it to say that this book contains: adventure, abandonment issues, friendship, heartache, personal quests for belonging, adorable toddlers, several martyrs and clean, bright, healthy romance.