To anyone who has never heard Malukah sing the Skyrim bard song “The Dragonborn Comes”, and add the Dragonborn theme, including the bilingual bits, I pity you. To those who have, is she not glorious? I get hardcore goosebumps whenever I listen to her music.
Whether you’re a writer of novels or short stories, or a visual artist, everyone finds inspiration somewhere. For me, it depends on what I’m writing at the time. Back in the day when I was writing Purity (and I suppose again soon, as I intend to actually finally finish one of these days) I’d listen to darker music, lots of industrial stuff, and watch vampire movies. There was also one particular story I found that was great for inspiring me to write from the main male character’s perspective – it was, oddly enough, an Inuyasha fanfiction, but the way the author wrote Sesshomaru was similar to how I wrote Fane, and it unfailingly, each time I read it, made me want to write so I should probably get to reading it again one of these days, eh?
But for the things I currently write, like OtArb et al and Changeling, which are both deeply entrenched in fantasy – both worlds, religions, histories, etc, were all created solely by me – it’s easier to find inspiration, since this is more my area of expertise. I’ve torrented the epic soundtracks/scores of the Elder Scrolls III: Morrowind, IV: Oblivion, and V: Skyrim, and Assassins Creed II, the Hunger Games, Tron: Legacy, and Fable. I’ve also got a few songs from the soundtrack of all six Star Wars movies, and I’m planning on getting some Lord of the Rings tracks. These are excellent, because I separated each song into a different folder, according to their tone. The game music is especially good for this, because obvious fighting songs that play during fights, go into the fighting folder in iTunes. Related to this is games – I play a lot of games, so their universes help me fine-tune mine, and give me ideas how to better describe settings, especially when I’m just frolicking about the countryside.
I also do a lot of these things simultaneously. Before I got my Asus gaming PC – my predator drone – I’d sit with Lappy, my old laptop, and have my writing open while I played xbox games. Now, since everything I do is just on the predator drone, I’ll have iTunes open, headphones on, then write a bit, switch over to Skyrim, play a bit, then return to my main desktop, etc. And sometimes I’ll even have a movie on in the background. I like to waste electricity, is what I’m getting at here.
It works well for me. I listened to the sad Assassins Creed music when I finally offed the baddie in OtA, and I had a good little cry. It suits the mood of writing much better when you have a whole setup.
Does anyone else do the same? What do you all do for inspiration? It’s different for everyone; some people need utter silence, but me, I can’t handle silence even at night.
I have been given my third blogging award, by the most gracious onwindydays. The rules are as follows:
Thank the one who nominated you by linking back
Nominate five blogs
Let your nominees know by leaving a comment on their sites
Copy and paste the award image on your site.
So! Thank you muchly! This is nice. I quite enjoy getting awards. I’m getting accomplishments by vomiting all over the internet.
Also, I don’t really understand this award. Does it mean I have to give it to people I find pretty? That’s rather low, don’t you think? Since I don’t really follow very many blogs, I’ll just give it to those I do and find interesting. That can be beautiful, can it not?
I saw the Avengers on Friday night. My reaction: HOLY GOD. See this movie. Joss Whedon needs to make every movie ever. It was alternately funny and action-packed, and there isn’t a single dull moment. If you value entertainment at all, you’ll treat yourself to a viewing of this film. It was brilliant. And everyone in it is just so dashing!
Yesterday was the first day of my bartending class. We chatted, we read about a few drinks, we practiced pouring shots of water into highball glasses, and my homework is to learn how to make a black Russian and a caesar. My homework > your homework. I’m excited for this to pan out. It’s only a month long, but it won’t be difficult so long as I pay attention, being that most of it is common sense, and there’s the potential to get a job afterward, when I’m placed for my practicum. Tits for tips, as I always say.
But the thing about me and school is that I get hella bored and end up doodling. Therefore, school does wonders for my artistic career. It’s usually left eyes (don’t ask, I don’t know why), but I started sketching a face, then decided to draw a man rather than woman, did some hair, face, beard, and out of proportion sketchy body with mitten hands. Not good, but it was during the fifteen minute coffee break. Oddly enough, it ended up looking a lot like Alistair from Dragon Age.
Now I want to replay Dragon Age. Hmm…
Twitter is a most useful tool. Why is this? It lets you stalk communicate with your favourite celebrities, or, in my case, semi-celebrities. When I was still a twitter n00b, I posted a Dragon Age quote by Morrigan’s mother, whose name escapes me at the moment. The Witch of the Wilds… um. Right. It’ll come back at a totally inopportune time. Anyhow, one of the gentlemen who works at Bioware, who was a senior producer of Dragon Age, replied to said tweet with other quotes! Later, I poised a question to my idol, Diana Gabaldon, about the date of her next book release, and she replied! I was stoked. I adore her.
But more recently, and most importantly, I had a dream where I was best friends with Krysta Cameron, vocalist for my favourite band, iwrestledabearonce. We were hanging out eating burgers. I tweeted about it, and she replied!
She said I was basically telling the future, because she’s going to open a restaurant and have iwabo burgers. So it’s been foretold by my premonitions, and Krysta Cameron and I will be the best of friends. It’ll be a good day.
Today at work, I arrived to find the power out. Half of downtown had been wiped out, and so my coworker and I sat around in the dark until the power came back on, about an hour or so after we were supposed to start working. But, after several hours of frustrating communication with Shaw and our business’ tech expert, we figured out that the internet connection wasn’t working due to the router being electrocuted by the power outage, so most of the day was spent apologizing to customers, saying that no, we can’t search for books, we have to do sales by hand, and we can only accept cash.
It was trying, to say the least.
It really shows us that we’re too dependent on technology. The internet doesn’t work at the bookstore, and we can literally do nothing. Our entire program is based on the internet. And our backup didn’t start working until a few hours before close.
Just awful. But at least it’s Sunday, so it was a short day and I will be shortly rewarded with my three hours of glorious television.
Part 6: [there was originally only going to be three or four parts. See what I do?]
I’m thinking of holding a monthly or bi-monthly contest. I’ll post something, likely a picture, and whoever guesses it correctly gets a short story of their choice written by me obviously. I’ll use the image currently on the right side of my page as an example. It’s a screenshot from Skyrim, clearly, but the reference itself? Not from Skyrim. It’s already been guessed (though I suppose I could still use it) but for the sake of this example, whoever guesses what the reference is would get a short story.
Sound like something you might be interested in? I’ve been mulling this over, and interaction is fun. Throw suggestions my way if you’ve got some.
Some news, rather than a teaser for you today, so everyone can be updated on my oh-so-fascinating life.
I saw the Hunger Games movie and cried and clapped and about died with joy and excitement. If you’ve read the book, they did an excellent job on the movie so you don’t have to be worried. If you haven’t, go read the book. Also amazing. I’m in love with Gale and Seneca – and Seneca’s beard – and though I dislike Peeta as a character, Josh Hutcherson did such a good job that he made me appreciate Peeta a little more.
So my plan, before going to real school for a useless degree in writing, I’m going to keep working at the bookstore as well as earn my bartending certificate and get tips for tits. Because if there’s one thing to know about me, it’s that my breasts are disproportionately large compared to the rest of me. Men like that. I will make a loooot of money, methinks. I signed up for the local bartending course last week, and today they emailed me with the tuition cost and course outline, so it seems that I’m in. Then come fall, or maybe next January’s course, I’m going to do real school. English courses and whatnot. Harder stuff. Stuff I’m going to hate and realize is useless, but there you go.
It’s too bad that a BA in English, or a BA at all, gets you nowhere these days.
I sent my manuscript away, as well! Here’s to hoping I’ll get published. Best possible situation: I’ll do the bartending course, make a bit of money, then find out that my novel was accepted, I’ll get rich quick, get a movie deal, not have to go to school and not have a real job again. More likely scenario: I’ll get rejected and have to keep trying, and maybe make a bit of money when all’s said and done, and have to do school and do a real job for the next fifty years.
But eh, I’m hoping.
If there’s one thing to know about me, other than my ample bosom, it’s that I love me a Scottish accent. Even an ugly dude with a Scotch accent is automatically sexy. This obsession with Scotland is proven by three of my all-time favourite men: Ewan McGregor, Craig Ferguson, and Gerard Butler. Also, to a lesser extent, James McAvoy. The four of them should just get together and talk. I’d melt.
So it was extremely nice when Bethany introduced me to The Twilight Sad, an indie rock band straight from Scotland.
This is a delectable number that she showed me, and I’m now in love with. I don’t know what this fellow looks like, but I’d climb that like a tree. I’m a girl of simple tastes: have a thick yet understandable Scottish accent, and I’m all yours. Which is why I love it when Ewan is on Craig’s show.
That started out as “Ewan is on Craig”, but that sounded naughty. And all right. Mm.
And for those who are at all interested in OtArb et al, this adoration for all things Scottish seeps into my story a bit: accents of those from the Wastes – like the villains, Cain and Arcana – are, in my head, Scottish. Vaguely typed Scots as well. Fun fact for you there!
Speaking of OtArb, I’m slowly creeping past my writer’s block for OtK. Which is great, because I conveniently hit a writer’s block in Changeling. It was due for one; I don’t even think I’ve had one for her yet.
I recently discovered just what I can do with torrents. Seeing how it’s stupidly easy,I downloaded several video game soundtracks, which are brilliant for setting the scene while I’m writing. Fable, and three Elder Scrolls: III Morrowind, IV Oblivion, and V Skyrim.
Jeremy Soule has been creating the soundtracks for the Elder Scrolls since the beginning of time. Or at least since Morrowind. And if you’ve every played any of these games, you know how the music effects the game and how you play. He’s a genius, and I want to be his best friend.
The main theme of the Elder Scrolls is the same song, but the tune and tempo and style of it changes with each game, to suit the game itself.
Nerevar Rising: Morrowind is a rugged landscape with suspicious inhabitants who detest outlanders, and is ruled by corrupt Great Houses and dominated by guilds of assassins.
Reign of the Septims: Oblivion takes the hero across Cyrodiil, the glorious and extravagant capital of the Empire, and into the fiery depths of Mehrunes Dagon’s Plane of Oblivion.
Dragonborn: Skyrim is mountainous and wild, and her people are just as wild and natural born warriors. (The chanting at the end gets me every time)
The themes of each suit them perfectly, as with their respective ambient soundtracks. I’m amazed at what Jeremy Soule is capable of. And each one gives me such goosebumps, you wouldn’t believe.
Having grown up with these games, I’m so pleased to have finally acquired the soundtracks. Each one is amazing in its own right. If you have a chance, listen to them or download them. It’s worth it.
Also, when searching for appropriate examples of each song on YouTube, I found this. Enjoy.
From here out, forgive any spelling mistakes in Changeling teasers and short stories. MS Word decided to shut off spellcheck due to so many errors – made up words like country names and foreign words like unusual names (Nallis, Gabal, Lacramioara, and Zdenek are key examples of these) – and I don’t feel like fixing it right now. Or ever, even. We’ll see how I’m feeling about it at a later date.
And while we’re on the topic of big announcements, I’ve got something to tell you all Changeling, I had a thought the other day, while discussing publishing with my mother and grandmother. Turns out my grandmother knows someone who has been published, and this woman seems like a downer and basically said I wouldn’t get traditionally published because my manuscript is unsolicited. Well, thank you, random lady I don’t know, but I’m sending it to publishers to take unsolicited manuscripts. I’m not an idiot.
Anyways, I’m going to, once I get stamps, cling to the dream of having OtArb traditionally published. However, I’m thinking for Changeling – which hit the 100 000 word mark today; I’m so proud of her! – I might just format it for ebook and sell it for cheap, plug it on the internet? We’ll see how I’m feeling when I’m actually finished writing and editing it, which could take a while, considering how far into the future plot I’ve considered. I’ll probably have to break it into sequels. A ginormous ebook seems like a bad choice right off the bat.
But yes, there’s that idea. Because OtArb is my baby, I still want to go the traditional publishing route. But I’ve never been averse to self-publishing, so long as it’s done right. Working in a bookstore, I see a lot of self-publishing done poorly. The most recent example of this was a local woman who wrote a story and put out her novel with unjustified paragraphs, no indent, double-spaced, numbers instead of letters/words (ex; … 2 pots of coffee…), improper use of punctuation, et cetera.
If you actually know how to use a word processing system and write a story, this shouldn’t be too hard. Being that I’m a grammar Nazi, I’m not too concerned about it. Self-publishing can be an excellent tool, if used properly. Like anything, really.
I need to get better at updating regularly, so you don’t get swamped with posts.
I’ve been on a bit of an iwrestledabearonce bender lately, hence the title. Lyrics to the song I’m Gonna Shoot, off their 2011 album Ruining It For Everybody. I highly recommend it, as with all of their albums. Super talented. Super fun. Super hot?
Also, the Civil Wars are very good. Bethany and I did a trade-off for music, after she learned that iwrestledabearonce isn’t all just angry screamo metal. So she gets all three iwabo albums, which I own, and I get the Civil Wars’ Barton Hollow. Its classified genre is folk-rock, which I think is cute. I enjoy both folk and rock. Perfect. Their harmonizing is what got me, in the end.
I’m getting sick of this layout. Someone design me a new one!
Here, have some Changeling. Happy hump-day!
Normally the very phrase would have pierced my heart with horror and memories of my dark childhood would have flooded my mind, but his soft touch against my cheek dispelled all sinister thoughts. Though my rational mind fought back, I found myself yielding, allowing him to charm me into something I had been terrified of throughout my entire life.
In the dark of night, before a dancing fire, I was shown for the first time that not all men were evil, and not all men wanted only to hurt the women around them. For the first time in my life, I was shown such unconditional tenderness that I wept, overcome with conflicting emotion.
I had never allowed myself happiness, thinking myself undeserving of it. I was proven wrong.
Happy Halloween, everyone in the blogosphere! Did you dress up? Trick or treat? Party hardy?
Me, I worked all weekend, so no partying. And it’s socially unacceptable for an adult to trick or treat without a child in tow, so I didn’t do that.
But I did dress up, and I technically handed out candy – at my workplace. Every year downtown, the DVA (Downtown Vernon Association) hosts a trick or treat trail: where businesses put balloons in front of their stores marking them as part of the trail, and they give out candy and fliers and stuff to kids who come in dressed up. So, I dressed up, went to work, and handed out candy to the wee ones who came in. It was so cute, and so much fun.
And who, you may ask, did I dress up as this year? You may remember I was William Wallace last year, and I have a penchant for being people, not things.
Well, this year, I was the immortal no, wait, that’s not right Amy Winehouse!