Fickle technology


Remember that one time I couldn’t use my computer because the AC adapter broke?

Yeah, it happened again.

It was a slightly different scenario this time, to be fair. Last time, it simply broke. This time, it lit on fire.

Yes. Fire.

I had noticed for some time that it was acting funny. It would sometimes quit working, even when it was plugged in to my computer and the wall just fine. The other night, after contacting Asus about getting a new adapter, I was browsing an open document Changeling, appropriately enough, because fire, when I smelled something off. When I looked down, black smoke was twisting up from my adapter port. I quickly unplugged it from my computer and base, and as I was walking back and forth, cord in hand —

It caught fire.

I panicked, as I rightly should, and started for the sink, chanting “Oh my God”, and then realized that I don’t know what to do for electrical fires. My initial reaction was water, obviously, then I thought to smother it, but before I could do anything, it sputtered out and died. I waited a minute, to be sure it wouldn’t catch fire again, then put it on the linoleum floor to check my computer. The port was melted to slag, but the computer itself was running fine. I backed up my most important files as I phoned Asus back and told them my priorities had changed.

So my computer is currently packed up and waiting for me to fill out the RMA form and ship it back to Asus for repairs. They were quite quick last time, but the scenario has changed some, so I don’t know how long I’m going to be without a computer.

In the meantime, I do have my phone, and I’ll be doing edits by hand on Changeling. I’ve also just started Wizard’s First Rule, by Terry Goodkind, so there’s reading to do, as well.

I’m still on Facebook and Twitter if anyone needs me.

Go hug your computers for me.

The conundrum of being a writer


There. I said it. And what a phrase it is.

Two simple words shouldn’t be so terrifying. But they are. They really are.

Whenever I want to sit down and write, I’m at a place where I can’t – namely, at work. And vice versa: whenever I have time to sit down and write, I’m unable to do much more than gawk at my computer screen or get wholly distracted by imgur or the newfangled television James set up in my bedroom. Even as I write this post, I’m getting distracted by the Tudors.

Like, three days distracted. I’m sick.

But the thing is, distraction is the only cure. If you sit there and stare at the cursor, waiting for something to happen and damning your brain for suddenly being a sack of shit, nothing will ever come to you. Distraction is the only means.

My best time for inspiration is Tuesdays and Wednesdays at work. Why, you might ask? Well, I might answer, because that is the day the LMPI – import – magazines arrive at the store, and the day I do nothing but sit in the back and price and receive. It’s monotonous and distracting, and because of it my house is littered with handwritten notes for full write-up at a later date.

I’m weathering a bit of a slump right now. It isn’t terrible, and I am powering through it, but it’s a challenge. After not touching ABOMINATION for a while and only working on OF THE ARBOUR, I’ve pretty much switched places, only I’m trudging on the former and now flying through it as I did with OF THE ARBOUR.

Ah, the life of a writer is a troubled one.

What does everyone else do to power through writer’s block?

The process of writing

Everyone does it differently. Some people write passionately with pen and paper, and only pump it into the computer once there’s a significant amount. Some take notes and plot the entire story out before even writing the first word. The goal is the same – write the story – but getting there is different for everyone.

I write by the seat of my pants. The one time I can remember plotting out entire points throughout a story, I veered so drastically off course from the timeline that it could have been a different story altogether. I learned then that plotting out every detail is not for me. So I changed it, and I gave up trying to write down what I wanted to happen. If I stuck to a single idea, that was all well and good, but if not, hey, as long as I ended up liking the story, I really didn’t mind.  Continue reading

The third rewrite of Purity

As Purity is my largest project on the go right now, here’s a little update. As the title states, this is my third time rewriting it – my fourth time writing it altogether – and this had better be the last because I’m getting sick of rewrites. They are no fun. However, I was using the second rewrite as a template, as it was obviously the best so far. It took a while, but finally, nearly 130 000 words in, the second rewrite template is over and the rest of Purity is up to me alone. I made changes along the way, but for the most part it was copied. I imagine it will be around 200 000 words by the time I’m done, but that’s typical for me, so it should be good.

I started Purity a long time ago – at least six years. Think about it: I was, what, 13, 14? I had no business writing a novel at that age, but I didn’t know. I had to look at the original finished copy as a reference for something in this most recent rewrite, and not only did the juvenile writing and plot horrify me, but I was amazed at just how much it has changed since then. Here are a few examples:


Original Purity: The Main Bad Guy was Alfred Blade, a sinister businessman who lived in Sicily – despite being English – and who went out of his way to uproot his business rival Gabriel Negrescu – who is Main Character Caitlyn’s father. Blade used anything and everything he could to get his hands on Gabriel’s work, up to and including having his wife, Caitlyn’s mother, killed before the story started, and kidnapping Caitlyn in hopes she would know something. He also used a rebellious werewolf and his henchmen to stir up trouble and be his muscle.

New Purity: There are two Main Bad Guys, and two minor: Alfred Blade, Heinrich Abendroth; Patrick O’Callaghan and the O’Callaghan Organization, and the Catholic Church. Alfred Blade is still a businessman, but he now lives in London (appropriately enough), and while he does still try to take Gabriel’s work, it’s because his business is bankrupt and he’s become desperate, and Gabriel won’t sell his work because he thinks it’s unfinished. He did not kill Caitlyn’s mother in this one, but he is vital in royally screwing over Caitlyn’s life. He still teams up with a rebellious werewolf, but for more than just protection. This leads to Heinrich Abendroth, a respected member of the werewolf community who is unsatisfied with how the vampires rule things, and intends to secede from vampiric rule. His rebellion coincides with Blade’s attempts to gain access to Gabriel’s work, and they work together to help each other out. There is a third member of their alliance, Patrick O’Callaghan and the O’Callaghan Organization, but they back out early and are not major players in the story, nor is the Catholic Church.


Original Purity: She was 18, unemployed, barely out of school, a stoner, partier, emotionally unstable after the death of her mother, and bitter toward her father’s happiness with his employee, Abby. She was emotionally immature, and kind of prudish. She befriended the unnatural beings too easily, and supported a love triangle ew.

New Purity: She’s 22 – because she has no business being younger than me – unemployed but going to school to become a mechanic, misses her mother but has gotten over it, responsible, and quite enjoys her stepmother, Abby. She’s mature but prone to goofiness, and wildly inappropriate at the wrong times. She does not befriend the unnatural beings easily, and no longer supports a love triangle. Thank God.


Original Purity: He was young – only 250ish – and sort of a spoiled brat. He was promiscuous, cuddly, and entirely too tender.

New Purity: He’s older – around 430ish – and had a brutal youth, treated like shit by a cruel father. He’s got a long memory and doesn’t let go easily, and chooses solitude over company. He’s quiet and cruel, and rarely smiles except much later in the story.


Original Purity: Caitlyn was from Leeds (only because I like their accents), the vampires were in Romania, the fights with werewolves were in Bulgaria and Romania, and the final battle was in Sicily. It took place in our modern age, when I wrote it – like 2006 or something.

New Purity: Caitlyn is from Halifax, Nova Scotia, here in Canada, but lives in London because her father’s business moved them there, the vampires are in Romania, the fights with werewolves are in France and Germany, and the final battle – I have no idea yet. Not there. It started out taking place in 1988, then I decided to make it 1989 to fit more pop culture references I’m familiar with, and now I’m going to change it to 1990, because Soviet-related communist riots happened in Brasov at the end of 1989, which is right around the place and time the story is set.


I’m glad I waited until now to rewrite/finish Purity. I love the story and characters, and I didn’t really want to set it aside when I did thanks for that, Twilight. But by God, it was fucking awful the first time through. Being emotionally and mentally mature helps when writing a novel. If you meet a child wanting to write a story, encourage them and all that – but do NOT let them even DREAM of publishing it or showing the world until it’s ready. If I had published Original Purity when I wanted, Present Me would have to kill herself.

Proof that editing isn’t all that bad

In order to get OtArb (Of the Arbour, for those who aren’t aware I had shortened it to nonsense) published, I have to write a full-story synopsis. This was daunting, and I didn’t know how to start it, so I waited until I had Elisa online to help me kickstart it. So we got half the plot and character development written out, bit by bit, until…


Jessica: I was totally thinking of only passing over Lamplight, then I was like – wait, Sage totally has his first visions thar. Hurrhurr, I’m dumb.

Elisa: Yeah, you’ll definitely need to mention that XD

Jessica: Oh, and Ash dying. I’m an idiot today, ahah

Elisa: Lamplight happened before they figured it all out, right? O.o Wait, noooo. After Ash died

Jessica: They figure it’s Cain, Ash is offed, Briar sends Maia and Sage to Lamplight, he starts to go crazy, they go back to Hailstone, and Ren gives them the paper that has Turi’s family tree. From there, they’re certain it’s Cain.

Elisa: Okay, if you put Ash is offed in your synopsis I will laugh XD The editor will do a double-take. Be like… wait.

Jessica: I’m sewwww professional, lolol

Elisa: Did they seriously just put OFFED? XD

Jessica: I really deserve to be published. I off my characters, haha

Elisa: =P It’s your defining quality as a writer :3

Jessica: Haha, totally. Hokay. Time to off Ash. I also think I need more character development. Somewhere in there I need to add that Sage and Maia are totes buds now. And she’s encouraging him to be more talkative and personable.

Elisa: Yeah, I think you should definitely do that. Especially since they’re love interests

Jessica: Otherwise it’s like, BAM! THEY DO IT! Little out of the blue.

Elisa: Yar. Just a little


And a little later, after remembering that Maia, one of the main characters, was once a drug addict…


Elisa: You should mention the actual drug though. Since it’s not like she’s high on crack or something XD

Jessica: Hrm, yeah. On the way to Heath, maybe? Since that’s when Sage finds out that she’s recovering, and Malachi’s her pimp and dealer and whatnot. And the whole reason she got addicted in the first place. I love him, then I remember that, and I hate him.

Elisa: Yeaaaah, Malachi’s a douche XD

Jessica: Wittle bit. And he’s so chill about it. “Yeah, I got a fourteen year old addicted to a pretty bad drug. Raped her, whored her out, dealt her drugs. Oh, I deal other drugs and women on the side, and maybe do a bit of slavery. But I’m okay with who I am.”


Oh man. At least I’m getting some lulz in before shitting brix and sending my baby out to the big, bad world of traditional publishing. That’s what matters, right? Oh, and that I can actually remember the main plot points of my own novel without having to do extensive research. That too.

Also, on a totally unrelated note:

Marilyn Manson and Dita von Teese on their wedding day.

I’m still sad this hot couple didn’t work out. How does he get all the hot chicks?

Jessica, out.