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First page sketch is a mess but it's something
I suppose I should have introduced myself. I'm Punny, and this is my page for brain rot and hyperfixating on my projects. Feel free to strap in, get comfy and join me as I do my goofy ahh projects.
Tags for the novel: #d class #d class art
Okay real. The next poll will be VERY IMPORTANT for the release schedule!
The campaign isn't done yet so even the big doc may get updated.
Also the small updates will most likely be how the novels will be split.
My editors have elected to wait until the story is fully done so either way the final doc will be different even after I'm done posting.
Alright. Unanimous votes once again. I like it!
I am working on finishing part one (name pending) and I am hashing out where I'll actually be posting all the parts.
Parts will eventually become books after editing and paneling is all done.
In the meantime, I'll be posting sketches and updates!
Much love!!
The site is coming along well! It will likely be up later next week and be under construction for a bit longer. Bios and pictures will be added as the weeks go on! Stay tuned for the site launch!
Much love!
Here's a sketch for your troubles!
Lol so that didn't happen. Things are going a lot slower and between dog sitting and holidays and more D-Class sessions (WOOOOO) I haven't gotten much done.
I have a lot of sketches for profiles on the site and a lot of writing left for part one (really it's book one but I'm not ready for that kind of commitment).
I'm starting class this week too, so that also limits my time. I'm really going to try guys, I really am. Thank you all for your patience. Here are some personal portrait ideas I didn't end up using for your troubles!
Much love!
The site is coming along well! It will likely be up later next week and be under construction for a bit longer. Bios and pictures will be added as the weeks go on! Stay tuned for the site launch!
Much love!
Here's a sketch for your troubles!
The results are in! The website will wait!
And y'all đ„č seriously thank you. Knowing you have my back means the world. Much love! Will try and make some progress after things slow down!
RRRRRRAAAAAAAHHHHH BOOK ONE OF THE D CLASS ADVENTURERS IS DONE
(in draft form)
So now I need your help. I'm looking for editors.
If you or a mutual is interested in fantasy novels and is willing to proofread and help edit this project, send me a message!!
I'm still in shock that I actually did this before 2024.
Guys trying to muster up the inspiration to write is really hard. I've sketched a couple D-Class NPCs and have planned to start Book 2 Chaos in Cogdel for like 3 months.
I WILL DO IT BEFORE 2025 HELP ME MANIFEST THIS YALL.
This is the obligatory ??? Month "I ain't dead just got writers block" post
I have a question towards the Heaven official's blessing fandom. I am new and I am quite confused with the novels. It says there are 6 books out, but then I see that the series is completed and it says there are 8 in total?
Flesh and Bone | Chapter 1
My father always told me to never aim for the head. He explained that a headshot would always result in a murder. Murders, he said, were never necessary, no matter who it was you were shooting at. When he taught me how to use guns as a young girl, it was always for self-defense- that and hunting, which was a hobby of his. He taught me to always aim for the legs in order to immobilize the enemy. In situations like the present, however, I find myself having no other choice than to blow these fuckersâ brains out.
However, as I look down at the trembling, pathetic figure below me, my gun pressed against its forehead, I do not see the same lifelessness in its eyes as the creatures Iâve killed time and time again. In fact, it looks quite a bit like a real woman. Iâm entitled to disbelief, however, as I havenât seen another living human in weeks since the infection.Â
âN-No! Please, please, donât kill me!â she pleads tearfully, her voice shaking with a humanity I cannot deny. âI promise, I-Iâm not one of those- those things! Iâm alive! Iâm-â
âAlright! Alright,â I reply coldly, slowly lowering my gun as I gaze down at her. I notice her blond hair is extremely unkempt and riddled with knots and dirt, dried blood encrusting and hardening strands of her hair. Her pale yet rosy skin is dusted with dirt and blood, giving her a rather pitiful appearance. Sheâs also covered quite a bit in a black substance, likely the fluids that leak from those wretched creatures.
âTh.. thank you,â the woman says, her breathing shallow and uneven as she stares up at me. âI.. I didnât know there were.. any humans anymore.â
I give an acknowledging grunt, my blank if not hostile expression remaining as I slowly begin to inch away from her. I turn and begin to make my way in the opposite direction when I hear her voice again.
âW-Wait! Wait,â she begs, her voice cracking. âPlease, I-I donât know what to do. I donât have any way of defense, Iâm barely able to fucking survive. I need help.âÂ
I donât turn to face her quite yet, frozen in my tracks as I listen to her. I stay silent for a moment, sighing softly as I frown at the ground below me. I havenât even been in contact with another human being, let alone had to take care of one. I canât possibly do this. Itâs dog-eat-dog out here.
âPlease,â the woman pleas again, her words now in a weakened whisper. She sounds as if sheâs about to cry. âI-Iâm scared.â
Her words suddenly pierce through me, more than anything has been able to for a long while. I remember being scared. God, what an awful experience. Feeling weak and helpless. Such bullshit.
I reckon a lot of people had to have been in her position when the infected first attacked. I wouldnât know much of it, since my father had kept me as far away from the bloody scenes as he could. I only ever saw the aftermath. Dead bodies, creatures that are zombie in nature, and a once-thriving city in stained ruin.
This could have been me.
 Reluctantly, I turn to face her again, taking in the pitiful sight of her. My eyes dart to a few wounds on her body that look painful and possibly infected. My shoulders relax the slightest bit, and my scowl subsides.Â
âCan you walk?â I ask lowly. I watch as she struggles onto her feet, but her limp is evident and distressing, and that answers my inquiry. I carefully approach her and lay one hand on her back and the other just above her knees before gently lifting her off of the ground and into my arms. Sheâs surprisingly light for a woman of her age and height, so Iâm able to manage well.
Without another word, I once again begin to make my way through the broken-down city. The dust in the air seems to be ever-present, if it can even be considered air. With our chances, it contains the very chemical that started the infection. But thus far, I havenât been harmed by it, and so I move on.
I remember when this place was a place of safety and security. With the streets flooding with life, and butterflies and birds fluttering in the air above. So many smiles. I know damn well itâs foolish as hell to keep reminiscing about it, but itâs near impossible not to. I do miss those days.Â
But theyâre gone. And they will not be returning.
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I stop at a small neighborhood house - its garage, more specifically - and delicately set the girl down so I can unlock the garage door and lift it open. I turn around to cautiously scan the area before turning back to the woman and helping her up. She grunts lightly when her wounded leg and arm bend as I move her, wincing as I carry her into the garage and set her on a red couch before I close the sliding metal behind me. I take a breath before turning around to face her again, studying her wounds from afar.Â
Her expression seems a bit shaken still, which is reflected in her trembling body as well. I just canât help but pity her. Though, that may be the surprise of seeing another person after all this time. I take my time to rummage around the room before taking a roll of gauze out of a dusty drawer thatâs leaning against the cold wall and approach the girl, kneeling in front of her and unwrapping the gauze, beginning to wrap it around her leg wound first. I wrap it tightly, and she inhales sharply often, her leg twitching and jerking away at times in response to the pain.Â
âQuit moving,â I scold. âI canât bandage you if you donât stay still.â She nods in understanding, and I notice that once I return to my work, she seems to manage enough for me to get the job done. She winces a bit, but she stays relatively still. Once I finish up with the wound on her arm, I pull away from her and look her over.Â
She looks at me with a slightly confused look.âAre you.. going to disinfect it? Or.. or whatever you-â
âNo. Not enough clean water for that,â I simply reply, wiping my hands off with a nearby cloth before standing up again. I make my way over to a chair a few feet away from the couch, take both my knife sharpener and knife out of my pockets, and begin carefully sharpening the blade, small sparks appearing in the wake of each swipe. Thereâs a bit of dried blood encrusting the metal, dirtying it.
âWho are you?â she asks. I donât answer, not bothering to look up from my hands as she just looks at me, shuffling a bit in her seat, which I can hear. âIâm.. Iâm Victoria.â Her pause sounds as if sheâs forgotten her name for a second.
My eyes break away to look at her for a fleeting moment. âLiv,â I state with a tired exhale.Â
âShort for Olivia?â Victoria inquires. I simply nod silently, lifting my knife a bit and focusing on my reflection in it.
âHow have you been surviving?â she asks, her eyes gazing in my general direction, though I catch her staring particularly at my blade a few times.
I place my blade carefully back in my pocket and turn to her. âChance- but combat skills and survival training do something.â Thereâs a pause of silence as I look at her bandaged wounds. I gesture toward them. âHowâd you get those?â
âO-Oh, uh,â Victoria begins as if she wasnât prepared for that question. âThe monsters, or whatever they were attacked me. Not- not at the same time, but..â
âHm.â I pause, staring at her with a quite baffled yet cold expression. âHow the hell have you been surviving?â
She looks at me and laughs weakly. âI donât know, to be honest- dumb luck? I donât know if I even really want to. But dying doesnât.. seem great, so, um. I mean, Iâm just glad Iâm safe now.â
I shrug. Thatâs fair. âYeah, well,â I say with a low, barely sincere chuckle. âNowhereâs safe for long.â
Victoria seems taken aback from the somewhat eerie statement, and I just look back at her. I know. âYou get used to it.â My eyes scan her once again. She seems quite thin, dangerously so. Somehow I hadnât realized it until now. âWhen was the last time you ate?â
Just the mention of eating seems to unsettle her as she recoils a little at my words. âI donât remember. Four days, maybe? I swear to God, I donât even know how many days its been since.. it all happened.â
I sigh. âI donât have anything here,â I reply, looking at the cold, cement garage floor in thought. âOr- not anything you would eat, anyways. Iâll patrol around tomorrow to see if I can find any food that hasnât been infected.âÂ
She doesnât smile, but instead gives a grateful nod. âThank you,â she says, her words all coming out in a large exhale, as if sheâs been holding her breath. I nod in return.Â
After another significant pause of silence, I lift myself up off the chair. âWell, I, um.. I suggest you get some sleep, Victoria. I can only assume you havenât slept in a long time, so take some time to rest.â
She seems to almost want to protest, but sheâs evidently much too tired to begin. She settles down comfortably on the couch I set her on and she closes her eyes peacefully. She curls up into a fetal position, likely to keep a bit warmer. I remember that this garage is quite chilled; Iâve grown accustomed to it, so I tend to forget. I look around a bit before my eyes find a fuzzy fleece blanket folded up on the desk from before. I pick it up, unfold it, and lightly let it fall onto her. I notice her lips curve to a very soft, slight smile. It warms my heart for a fleeting moment. I havenât known comfort like this in a while.Â
I pause in silence, smiling a bit at her. âYouâre safe,â I whisper lightly, words I havenât heard in what feels like years. In this moment, she reminds me of a young fawn that I once found with my father.Â
The poor small creature was trapped in a hunterâs rope net. It was a pitiful, sadenning sight. I was the one who initially spotted it, and my father helped me cut it free.He caught it before it could fall. Its leg was sprained but otherwise it was okay. The young deer was a beautiful display of an animal, its white speckles on its back a sign of its youth.Â
âLivvie,â he said, âAlways remember that not every animal should be hunted. Not more than needed. These little guys deserve to live just as much as we do. Look at that face, ainât he a cutie?â I remember laughing and reaching out to pet it, but it ran away.Â
Maybe itâs foolish of me, but I donât want this one to be the same.Â
I sigh a bit tiredly and settle myself down on my inflatable mattress that lays on the opposite end of the room from the couch. I lay down with an exhausted exhale and pull a plush throw blanket over me from the edge of the mattress. My eyes flutter closed slowly and I drift off to sleep.Â
Weâre safe. I almost believe it.
[Watch your words.]
For a writer, language is the strongest weapon. In a highly competitive sub-dimensional school? Words become their lifeline, and worlds become their bodies.
Abso L. Nox, a young writer, finds himself abducted as an applicant to this mysterious school. Following eccentric classes, odd students, and violent wordplay, will Nox be able to graduate with his story? Or will he lose his world?
When Sparks Flies: Prologue
My life today was supposed to be just another normal day. A day when dad and I would go out for ice cream sundaes with granddaddy to celebrate him getting his ranch back after all these years of fighting over it with grandmom Mildred. My heart broke seeing grand pop in so much pain these last few months, and it got worse when we found out he got sicker earlier this year. We were going to take him to the diner today since this was his first week after being discharged. We thought he was getting better, I thought he was getting betterâŠHE WAS GETTING BETTER!!! As reality would have it, however, he suffered from a massive heart attack last night and was rushed back to the ER. The âfunny thingâ is that I never knew about this at all. Instead, everyone pretended everything was fine and shipped me off to school as if nothing ever happened. This left me too excited, for my own good, to see him after school let out.
Walking hand in hand with my best friend Katie, I smiled toothily as I viewed my father's truck among the crowd lining up in front of the school. We laughed among ourselves at the latest gossip about Mr. Thompson's lizards running rampant in the hallways because of Bradley. His new girlfriend happened to have spread the rumor after Jessica's big birthday bash gained more attraction than the lame pool party she hosted that same weekend.Â
Anyway, back to the real topic at hand. As my dad pulled up, a quite visible frown appeared on his face. Katie asked in a hushed tone, âWhatâs wrong with Mr. King?â as I made a quick glance at her while shrugging. My father mumbled, âGet in, Roryâ causing my smile to fade. Katie wished me good luck as her momâs minivan cruised past dadâs truck. I soon hopped into the front as my father drove farther and farther away from âEdgewood Falls Middle schoolâ till I could no longer see the reflective gold lettering sketched across the building. It was silent for a while, leaving me to sit quietly with me getting all jittery, fumbling my hands in my lap. I had, earlier, tossed my book bag in the backseat to suffer the fate of dadâs aggressive braking at red lights or him causing the car to jerk more often than he should. He even sighed heavily; I leaned back nervously in response, attempting to bury myself in my seat.Â
âHey uh⊠dad, is um ⊠is everything okay?â I stuttered. The atmosphere was like a thick mist, it was so hard to breathe, so I conveniently let the window down for fresh air. He stopped at yet another red light and turned to me. Our eyes met, never breaking contact as he spoke, âNo Rory, everything's not okay⊠âÂ
âIn fact, NOTHING IS!!! Itâs just downright terrible⊠Iâll tell you everything when we get there,â His voice had risen higher than before, and he banged on the steering wheel angrily. His eyebrows furrowed and the veins on his forehead stuck out.
âThere?â I thought to myself, ignoring my dadâs odd behavior at the time. Now, however, I understand exactly how he feelsâŠ
Excitement then coursed through my veins, almost bursting out of me due to my own naivety. To think, we were still heading to the diner and meeting grand pop was very silly of me. Once the light turned green, we sped away, away past our neighborhood. Away past the shopping centers. Away pass the fast-food restaurants, grocery stores, and even 99-cent stores. When he passed the diner, I knew something was off, but when he started taking the back roads to the hospital, a trail I knew so well, I began to cry.
I finally knew something was going on. I thought the worst, hoping I wasnât right⊠I didnât want to be, but I knew deep down I was. Seeing my tears fall and hearing my sobs, dad pulled over to the side of the road. He turned off the engine, sighing,â I really hate to have to tell you this, but heâsâŠheâs in the ER again.â
âHonestly, I donât think Paâs going to make it, Rory⊠I donât think everything is going to be okay this time⊠I donât want to lose him too, baby girl, I donât,â Dad broke down in tears, drenching his shirt and staining the wheel with all his bottled-up emotions inside. Blinking back my tears, they didnât stop, they couldnât stop, and they wouldnât stop no matter how hard I tried. A knot formed in the back of my throat, I felt so overwhelmed and sick to my stomach. He happened to glance at me and saw my meltdown, jumping out of his seat belt in order to exit the truck. He ran around the truck and swung my door open, knowing my nauseous would lead to me throwing up everything I ate that day. Letâs just say it wasnât a pretty sight to see unfold. I wouldâve felt bad for unsuspected drivers if they saw a girl get her hair held back to hurl by a forty-year-old man who used to be a long-distance, truck driver. But, I needed to get that disgusting school lunch out asap (which happened to be pizza, but how the heck do you mess pizza up? Itâs supposed to taste like food and enjoyable, danggit).Â
After I finished cleansing my stomach, he went to my side of the truck and reached to grab the hoard of napkins he has in the glove compartment. Dad then slammed the door shut and rushed towards me to wipe my mouth off, making sure to get in the corners and crevasses as well. He threw the yucky tissue somewhere because, you know, I come from a proud family of litterbugs. We for dang sure arenât ashamed about it, either. Anywho, he came back and told me to come sit down with him on the curb beside the truck. I sat down next to where he was, and we both watched cars passed by. There was an awkward moment of silence, neither of us said a word in fear of breaking down even more than we already were. I held my head down and had my hands holding onto the curb, moving my eyes from the concrete to my dad. He had his arms placed on his knees and his legs were a few inches away from the curb versus the back of my show touching it. His head happened to be down, but he knew I was looking at him, waiting for him to do or say somethingâŠanything at all.
âHey⊠Uh⊠Dad?â I leaned closer to him and shook him lightly. He looked up at me and paused before talking to me again,â Rory, so sorry⊠Iâm sorry for not telling you this⊠But heâs been getting worse⊠These last few months have been hell for him, my dadâs been suffering for so long. I want you to always know and remember him as the man he is and not whatâs left of him on that hospital bed. You shouldn't have to go there and see him the way he is nowâŠ,â He looked at me with bloodshot eyes, sniffling.
âDaddy, wwwas hhhe sick llllast nnnight, wheeen I tttalked to him? Was he in theee hospital then?â He didnât answer to my response, his silence spoke volumes. All I heard were more cars speeding per usual, good thing the police werenât out there since these back roads are kind of âsuper secretâ and usually speed demons use these roads like these to invade speeding tickets. Iâm only telling you guys because I trust yâall, *wink* *wink* *nudge* *nudge*.
âHe uhhâŠumâŠyes, he suffered from a massive heart attack last night. Luckily, Mrs. Johnson called me when she did to tell me the paramedics got there⊠I didnât want to tell you honey this morning because I knew you wouldnât want to go to school and trap yourself in your room or cause yourself to end up in the hospital like now⊠Iâm truly sorry,â He didnât look at me, but I could tell he was being sincere. I wasnât angry at him or hate him. No, I was just so grief-stricken just like him, hurting as well.
âItâs okay dad, I forgive you⊠Iâm not angry with you dad, and I can tell you are with yourself⊠Iâm okayâŠerr not okay, but you get what Iâm sayingâŠright, dad?â He looked back at me, giving me a small smile,â Yeah, I get it.âÂ
âHey Rory, before we, you know, go⊠you want to play I spy?â
âSure dad, what color cars are we looking for?â
âBlue and Red arenât common out here, so maybe gray and black cars,â I looked at him with a bittersweet smile. Dad kept trying to trick me so that heâd get more points than me. He does this every time we play because he knows when he's going to lose.Â
Out of nowhere, I started laughing, bursting out laughing, he did too. We both looked at each other, wheezing.Â
âDad, you are pretty bad at this game!â I wiped the tears out my eyes.
âHow? Youâre just cheating as usual, Rory,â He huffed, smiling at me.
âDad, come on now. This is the 10th time youâve lost trying to trick me!â I watched him get up, grunting. He says heâs alright, but itâs his old age catching up to him. Please donât tell him I said that, heâll go on a rant about how he turned 18 years old for the 40th time or how heâs not a day over 25 at the maximum. He walked over to me, reaching out his hand to pull me up. I grabbed his hand as he did, walking back to the truck. We hopped in as he drove off, pulling up to the emergency room parking lot. It wasnât a silent ride this time, but a noisy one. I talked about my day at school and dad was chuckling instead of weeping. When he found a parking spot, (which required an almost shouting match with an old lady, who wasnât even handicapped, trying to steal our spot. Don't worry, we won as the great champions us Kingâs are) we prepared to get out the car. Once we did, we walked together into the hospital, preparing ourselves to see grand pop one last timeâŠ
End of Prologue...
While I'm in the midst of posting my college romance *ahem*here*ahem* I'm also working on like 20 million other stories, very specifically two stories I'm revising from my childhood.
I need to stop gatekeeping my damn stories so I figured there's be no harm in brain storming here.
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So, there are two stories somewhat connected as they share the same universe. My main issue is I need better world building. Rn, both these stories are just BOTW or OOT, and I don't wanna copy them.
I'm not set on having a world with extreme climates but just a world with a lot of mystery to tie in with bith the stories themes.
Oh, what are the two stories about? Well I'm glad no one asked.
One is titled Kingdom of Bumalia and it's a origin story, since I like Zelda think of it as the Skyward Sword of my universe. The people of this world are de-evolutions of the "normal" humans that show up later. It's a spin on the classic thought of evoultuon that humans evolved from monkeys or lizards. My species are called Bumalians, their defining trait is they all have some animal apendage. For ex. My MC Cassie is a rabbit born from a rabbit mother and a wolf father, which every trait was more dominate, is what the child ends up with. So far I have:
Rabbits,
Birds (specifically hawks)
Wolves
Insects (I'm terrified of bugs so I really only have one that's been described -_-')
Aquatic animals (Dolphin, mermaid, and an Orca)
And Mice
During the course of revising this story, I added a TON of animals. Originally, I really only describes the main characters which were three wolves, two rabbits, the family of hawks, and a Dragonfly. I know now I need to add more and that's what I did. However, I can't just have animals, I need other things.
I creates a fruit called a Magadear and a herb called Grayseed for tea. I of course need more, but I'm just too disorganized to actually come up with some.
I wanted to make a staple flower for a certain scene that involves the Kingdom's current Queen, so I'll be thinking about that along the way.
Really I'm posting this (and a few others) in case anyone has any good ideas. Some people come up with things that get my brain flowing and it's always nice to discuss fictional worlds, who knows maybe we can start some kind of thread of ideas and play around with stuff!
I usually have a ton if fun discussing stories and I'm honestly missing that. This is a good way to get back into it.
All the Screams World Building >
NANOWRIMO: the conclusion + learning from failure
Hello friends!
Long time, no see! á±__á± These past two weeks I have been giving myself a little break from this blog. I have been swamped with final projects in all of my classes and have been trying to balance getting all of them done with middling success. Iâm not thriving, but I am surviving.Â
However, to make up for my absence, I will be giving yâall some extra content within the next two weeks. In those posts I wonât be boring you with my rambles as I usually do and instead will simply be giving you some content that I have created for my novel! In this post, though, I will be updating you on my novelâs progress and giving you my thoughts on NANOWRIMO.
For those of you who have been here for a bit, you will know that I attempted to participate in National Novel Writing Month for the first time this November. (As always, here is a link with more info about NANOWRIMO for your perusal.) My personal goal as a full time student with a part time job, was to write a 25,000 word manuscript instead of the full 50,000 words. November has ended and I am happy to report that I failed. I failed to reach even my cut down goal. However, I am surprisingly really happy with my progress this month. I learned a lot about myself as a writer and about my process and while I didnât manage to write even a 10,000 word manuscript, I feel much more prepared to tackle writing this novel.
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So, here are the things that I learned:
Character design and building is VERY important to me
This, I already knew. One of the main things that bother me about book to movie translations or âhot takesâ about books on social media or even some fanfictions is that characters, their personalities and development and relationships, are often either misunderstood or sacrificed for the plot or the sake of another character's development. Itâs so annoying. I personally belief that every character in a work of fiction should be able to stand on their own, especially if they are a main or secondary character. Characters should be their own individuals with their own motivations and backstories and for goodness sake they should be consistent! (Crappy character development is a thing that bothers me about published novels too. The wasted potential of Severus Snape, Albus Dumbledore, and Draco Malfoy, among countless other characters, in the Harry Potter novels bugs me so, so much!!)
 So, one of the things that happened everytime I sat down to write this NANOWRIMO was that I would find myself getting âstuckâ on this characterâs backstory or that characterâs personality. I have 13 characters that exist for this story in my head. 2 are the main main characters. The 11 others are also going to have their own plot lines and spin offs. Before NANOWRIMO, I knew that this would make my novel complex. After NANOWRIMO, I realized that I was going to have to organize and map and structure and detail my characters (along with several other things) to the metaphorical gods before I even try to manuscript anything or else I am going to be stuck forever and I will never get this book out of my head.
Worldbuilding is also VERY important to me
This was a bit of a surprise. I am definitely no Tolkien and before I started this blog, and my creative writing journey, at the beginning of this fall, these original characters simply just floated around in my head in a vague fantasy realm with no discernible structure or detail. I expected to be able to just continue with this vague fantasy world and as I started writing let the structure fall into place. Yeah⊠thatâs not what happened.Â
As I began to outline character backstories and a basic plot to start writing, I would find myself drawing up short when I needed to insert a detail about the world in which my story is taking place. This month made me realize that I need to also worldbuild to the metaphorical gods before I try to manuscript anything, and in some cases before I try to go deeper into outlining my characterâs backstories and such as well. Iâm such a detail oriented person that I have no idea why this didnât occur to me before, especially because I am including a magic system in my book. I hate fantasy books (that are meant to be serious and not just cozy reads) in which the magic systems rely on the âbecause itâs magicâ excuse and the author doesnât make any attempt at giving at least some sort of structure or rules. So yeah. I really need to worldbuild, which I am going to hate because it is going to take FOREVER (detail oriented person).
I work better on lists and schedules
This I did know, but I didnât realize it applied to my writing. A lot of the reason why I failed to write anything of substance for the plot of my book is that I thought I could just throw myself in and make it up as I go. Incorrect. As November passed, and I kept getting stuck on details, I realized that I would need to incorporate my penchant for planning and list making if I was ever going to complete a task this large.
Also, side note, but I keep referring to this story that Iâm writing as a novel. It will most certainly not be a novel. It will be a whole dang book series. (13 characters!! Who will each get their own POV at some point!! âA novelâ my a**.)Â
I can throw myself head first into school essays and short writing assignments no problem, but with a story this big, all coming straight from the mess I call my brain, I need to do a lot of planning beforehand. That, above all, is what this failed NANOWRIMO taught me.Â
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So! Now that I have torn my failure to shreds and dissected all the little pieces and given yall a short (yes that was short for me - Iâm starting to think you guys donât know me at all á±__á±) summary of who, what, when, where, and why my failure occurred, whatâs next. Well, I plan. I outline to the metaphorical gods (as I seem to be fond of saying in this post), and next year, when November rolls around, hopefully I have done enough planning and outlining and detail work that writing a 50000 word manuscript should be a breeze!
Thatâs all for now folks! If any of yâall are curious as to some of what I did manage to get done on my novel/series over NANOWRIMO then stay tuned for the first of your special content posts which should be up within a few minutes of me posting this. Also, if any of yâall have suggestions about how to store/order worldbuilding content in an easily searchable way that would be fantastic!! Please do let me know. Thanks for bearing with me! á±__á±
And remember, dot your jâs and cross your tâs!
~Clementine J. Quincey đȘ·
extra content
Hello friends!
As promised, here is one of the extra posts about my original story! A few weeks back, I introduced yâall to Queen Aurora of Sylvanthia, so today I figured Iâd introduce you to the special man in her life! á±__< He was talked about briefly in her short character description, but he is one of my 2 main, main characters so I figured Iâd better give him his own proper introduction. I also have a picrew of him to share, but hopefully someday Iâll get around to creating my own drawing. Without further ado, however, Iâm delighted to introduce ma main boy Kazuki!
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Kazuki of Okunseiko [meaning]
Age 18
Human
Rightful Ruler of Okunseiko
He was about to be coronated when sh*t hit the fan and he had to flee with Sascha
His mother was assassinated when he was 12 and his dad got super over protective
When he was 16 his dad contracted the same illness that killed Auroraâs mother
His uncle Kagero took over as pseudo-regent until his dad passed away when he was 18 and Kazuki was to be crowned king
However on his coronation day Kagero attempted to murder him (it was very chaotic lots of explosions and magic) framing it as an outside assassination forcing him to flee
Engaged to Aurora of Sylvanthia
A puppy love childhood romance in which they strong armed their parents into making official by betrothing them
He misses her desperately (it makes Sascha sick)
A very calm, steady individual, it takes a lot to make Kazuki lose his cool (something Sascha seems very good at)
Also quite adept at reading emotions, even Saschaâs, which gets under her skin something fierce
Very artistically inclined
Loves music of any kind
Plays the violin/fiddle himself
Constantly doubts his ability to be a good ruler, but has a very logical and tactical mind along with empathy in spades
Though Sascha constantly complains he is useless he has saved her life more than once through both strategy and his instinctual understanding of others
He is very aware he is mostly book smart not street smart however
His mind is current on worrying for his people, figuring out why his Uncle betrayed him and if there is a bigger problem at hand (like he fears), and making his way to reunite with Aurora after 6 long years apart without getting killed in the process
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Sooooo⊠what do ya think? Not sure if y'all saw my last post, but writing out even this short description of Kazuki was one of the first indicators that I had a lot more worldbuilding to do before I was ready to manuscript anything and also the moment when my main antagonist began to take shape. No spoilers (half because spoiler suck and half because Iâm still shaky on the details myself) but I hope yall will stick around with me as I continue to craft this story and find out for yourselves in time. I have a long journey ahead and next week you will be getting a second extra content post revealing some more characters!!
TTYL! (And remember to dot those jâs and cross those tâs!)
~Clementine J. Quincey đȘ·
extra content 2: electric boogaloo
Hello friends!
As the title suggests, here is the second extra post as promised!! Last week I introduced yâall to Prince Kazuki of Okunseiko, who is Queen Aurora of Sylvanthiaâs beau, so this week I figured Iâd introduce some of their attendants/friends. Also, one of these characters happens to be my favorite character thus far! I hope you love her just as much as I do! á±__á±Â
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Sascha [meaning]Â (19)
Age 19
Human (?)
Her father abandoned her when she was quite young and she never knew her mother
Right hand woman of Queen Aurora of Sylvanthia
The Spymaster for her majesty
Was previously on an undercover mission to investigate the mysterious illness (that claimed both Auroraâs mother and Kazukiâs father) which had been spreading across the land in the past decade or so
And she was in the process of discovering that it ran much deeper than simply a new virus developing
Was pulled away from that to attend Kazukiâs coronation as a representative for Sylvanthia as her Queen was too busy cleaning up the mess her previous advisors made to attend
Is now stuck on the run with Prince Pretty Boy Kazuki himself after uncovering a plot to kill him and saving his life
Serious, takes no sh*t attitude with a sharp wit and sharper tongue
If one is lucky (or unlucky depending) they may get to experience her wicked sense of humor
Surprisingly beautiful, ironically contrasting her caustic personality
Extremely independentÂ
She gets her job done and done well
Has been very hurt and betrayed by people she should have been able to trust in the past
Which is why she staunchly ignores Romulusâs affections for her (though she mayhaps feel the same)
Her thoughts are rushing around at the speed of light, constantly observing her surroundings and taking in new information, but the most common of them feature worry over Aurora, both as her Queen and her oldest and dearest friend, determination to figure out just what is causing the rising unrest in Delyorea, and attempting to resist the urge to throttle Kazuki whomst seems to attract trouble like dung attracts flies
NicolĂĄs [meaning] (19)Â
Age 19
Human
Bodyguard of Crown Prince Kazuki or Okunseiko
Also his best friend
A classic knight figure
Extremely noble of spirit and loyal of heart
To his credit he immediately believed Sascha when she said something was fishy during Kazukiâs coronation and contributed heavily to saving the lives of not only Kazuki, but Sascha as well
Son of a nobleman on Okunseikoâs court, he has been with Kazuki since Kazuki was 8 and he was 9
It almost pained him physically to not flee with Kazuki but stayed behind to attempt some light undercover work to try and discover Kageroâs motivations
Eventually he leaves Okunseiko however and sets out to try and convince the Atharenel to ally with Kazuki and Aurora
His current worries are whether or not Kazuki is okay, why these damn shadow beasts wonât stay dead, and how heâs ever going to make allies with the Atharenel if Ailidh keeps avoiding himÂ
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Sascha is an absolute doll, I love her so much!! Sheâs also the second main, main character in my story. And NicolĂĄs, we canât forget about him. If any of yâall remember way, way back at the beginning of this blog when I first introduced an original character from this story, but NicolĂĄs is Ailidhâs knight. *waggles eyebrows* á±__<
Ugh! I have such plans for these babies and I canât wait to start actually writing, but as I said last week, I have a lot of planning left to do first. Thanks for hanging in there with me yâall! Â Till next week!!
Remember to dot those jâs and cross those tâs!
~Clementine J. Quincey đȘ·