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Camp Eventide, a screenplay [30 Jun 2016|09:40pm]

Hi-di-ho! Want to read my screenplay Camp Eventide? You can do so here. Or check the rest of the post for a synopsis and the unofficial soundtrack. Ta.

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Need reviewers for novel. [10 Jun 2016|05:38pm]

[ mood | curious ]

I recently heavily revised my fantasy novel Saga Terra: Odysseus with the online program AutoCrit per a fellow author's guide of suggestions for e-book success, although I haven't been able to get any bloggers to review my story despite perusing several lists and contacting several people. Thus, I'm willing to email a PDF or .mobi (Kindle) copy of my novel to those who would be willing to post a three-star, four-star, or five-star review for my novel on its Amazon page, although I would wish those that would only give it one or two stars to personally contact me with suggestions on how I could really improve my narrative. More info at my book's Amazon page:


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Short Story - Legend Between Two Kingdoms [08 Jun 2016|03:37am]

Author: xXIvyVineXx
Title: Legend Between Two Kingdoms
Length: 1,278
Genre: Fantasy
Rating: G
Summary: A tale revolving around two very different kingdoms, telling of both their times of peace and war, as well as an alliance against a common and greater enemy that proves to weave a never to be forgotton legend.

Legend Between Two Kingdoms
         Once existed two kingdoms, both complete opposites yet somehow in harmony. The kingdom residing in the great, darkwood forest that was known for it’s lively, for lack of a better word, people. Many a nights would one be lulled into sleep by the constant hum of activity coming from the streets, only seeming to slightly fade with the waning hours of night, never to disappear completely. However, it is exactly that constant hum that made the people at peace. They were people of companionship, thriving off of those around them for their happiness.
         The other kingdom was that of the great and wide plains that was known for it’s calm and subdued air that surrounded its people. Far from that of the forest, it’s streets were not silent; however, they were never too loud, the hum of people just enough to let one know that people did indeed reside there. Though that would seem appallingly boring for any of those belonging to the forest, it was just the way those of the plains liked it, a whisper like the winds that swept over their lands. The winds served as a comfort for those of the plains, soothing their spirits and giving them peace of mind.

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Short Story - Memories [08 Jun 2016|03:18am]

Author: xXIvyVineXx
Title: Memories
Length: 1,521 words
Genre: Romance of sorts
Rating: G
Summary: A short story following a nameless women as she remembers fond memories of times shared with her beloved while moving forward to accept a changing and challenging future.

        The irate sound of an alarm piercing through the cool morning air could wake her from her sleep, but it couldn’t free her from her seemingly never ending state of melancholy. In contrast to the sheets warmed by her body, very much alive despite her daze, the morning air of fall was a cool slap to the face, but she remained in her dazed state as she pulled the comforter away from her body and placed her feet on the smooth, wooden floor. Throughout the night it had engulfed and trapped the coolness that was growing with the changing of the seasons, but yet again her state of dazed melancholy could not be cracked.
        With the shuffling of feet being the only sound in the room, she brought herself to the bathroom with the slow and lifeless movements of a zombie. Like the in bedroom, the air bit into her skin, and its bright walls of blue illuminated by the fluorescent lights seemed to mock her for her dark and gloomy state. Only months ago they had shared this room in the mornings; stood side-by-side as each brushed their teeth and silently enjoyed the simple act of being in each other’s company, but now the half-empty room only served to increase the aching.


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Greetings! About me and my never ending endeavor to succeed through my writing [08 Jun 2016|02:47am]

[ mood | tired ]

Seeing as I am a new member, I only see it fit that I introduce myself and all that there is to know about me and my purpose for being here. I ahve been dabbling in writing all of my life. It's become a passion of mine; however, my time is drawn thin between work and school and other varying events of my life so it is becoming increasingly difficult to maintain writing regularly. However, I am still trying to find ways to go forward with my creations, improving those of the past and creating more for the future. I hope to continue writing as a means of living; however, I realize much practice is needed for that as I am still but an inexperienced novice. ^-^ I hope to further my skills in writing with the LiveJournal community's help! I look forward to any and all feedback that I receive and thank you for it in advance!

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Book Review: Love Unfeigned by Nadine C. Keels [14 May 2016|01:34pm]
Originally posted by authornwolf at Book Review: Love Unfeigned by Nadine C. Keels
The Bible contains stories about enduring, unconditional love between a man and a woman.  Yet, many people believe that true love will always be an unrequited longing.  However, though skillfully-placed, sensory imagery, readers can vicariously experience their hearts’ desires and believe they are capable of true love.
Love Unfeigned is about Lorraine Tyson and Isaiah James, two children, who grow up together and learn to be honest with themselves and others following a series of tragedies.   In turn, they use the lessons from their experiences to become better people.  The character development proves that God is a redeemer through His unconditional love.  There are other Christian themes throughout the novella proving the importance of God.  For instance, the characters who are active in their church lead happier lives.  Additionally, Keels reminds readers that childhood crushes are conduits through which one can bliss by overcoming fear, rather than whimsical emotions to be repressed.  Each chapter has something exciting to discover, which also makes Love Unfeigned worth reading.
Note: This reviewer received a free copy of this book from the author in exchange for an honest review.
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Southern Grown; A Debut [10 May 2016|11:29pm]

Author: SoftWordsofLove
Originally Posted In: SoftWordsofLove’s Journal
Fiction Title: Southern Grown
Chapter Title: There’s no chapter yet. This is just a taste.
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Romance
Warnings: Language, Adult Language
Disclaimer: This is purely fictional out of my own mind and woven of my own fantasies.
Summary: Delilah Suttner comes back home after years of being away because of her father’s death. Her hometown holds many heartaches and many elations for her. Will she stay and see what kind of live she can build for herself now that she’s older? Or will she go back to the California glamour she’s learned to call home?

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I so look forward to feedback and constructive criticism! I know it's a bit rushed, and I planned on rewriting it, but I wanted to see what others thought first. Thank you for reading!

-Soft Words
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Greetings. [10 May 2016|10:50pm]

Hello, all.

I just joined this community today. I am, well, I'm nervous. I mean, I know I shouldn't be. I'm hidden behind a screen name and a computer. But I haven't shared my written works in a very, very long time. I used to write fan fiction when I was a teenager. As a young adult, I've started writing more and more works of my own making.
It's not something I do lightly, but I would like feedback from people that don't know me. I've always felt a piece of your soul is bared in that of which you write, and for me, that has always been true. I mainly write romances, so I hope that's okay with everyone here.
And I'm going to stop prattling and just start posting my stories before I lose my gumption. Haha.
I look forward to meeting you all and having you critique my works.

Soft Words
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survey [02 May 2016|02:12am]

Hey guys! I'm one of the developers over at Plover and we would terribly appreciate your thoughts on current state of writing as a hobby. Your feedback is important to us and will shape the platform in the months to come, so please take a moment if you can by filling out this survey. Much thanks everyone!
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Happy to have joined... [12 Mar 2016|09:36pm]

I'm new to livejournal. It's about that time in my life for me to start doing things I enjoy. I've forgetten how much I love writing an I hope to be contributing a lot more here.
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Untitled Sci-fi Zombie Horror Story: Chapter 1 [08 Mar 2016|08:16am]
Originally posted by candicedionysus at Untitled Sci-fi Zombie Horror Story: Chapter 1
Title: Untitled Sci-fi Zombie Horror Story
Genre(s): Science Fiction, Far Future, Zombie, Horror
Rating: 18+, full story contains blood, gore, swearing
A colony cut off from Earth for 400 years sends a small political expedition to establish communications and set up interstellar trade routes as a precursor to seeking out the other colonies they have been disconnected from for centuries. What they find when they get there, they were never expecting. Told from the perspective of one of the team members, a nerdy BGW technician with many skills and a love of 20th century Earth media.

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Spam deleted; sorry for the inconvenience [19 Feb 2016|04:20pm]

Hey, everybody! I woke up this morning to find a massive deluge of spam had overwhelmed the community. I made the whole com temporarily "private" to spare you while I banned + deleted everything.

The com is back up, but in order to not accidentally make public posts that were originally f-locked, all of the posts are currently f-locked. If you want to change the status of your own posts, feel free.

Sorry about the inconvenience. Have a great weekend!
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Writing [20 Jan 2016|11:43am]

[ mood | calm ]

I might try to use this place as a way to collectively put up all my stories. They remain fractured on to many websites, computers, journals as of now. Let`s see how this goes.

The stories are:

`By a Thread`- A long term original piece that I write scene by scene in no particular order. But its a story about the twist of dreams, identity, dealing with reality at its worst and the relationships in that reality.

`No Rain`- For those who want a peek of people in the BDSM community, this story is my reflection of those relationships in a more realistic modern light instead of something just sexual. It`s about two friends, Aaron and Devon and how they rekindle an old friendship long torn apart in the midst of trying to maintain their more kink related roles.

`Second Chance`- A Frankenstein based story, interrupting the original book before the creature lets Justine hang for his crime of killing William. I wanted to explore Elizabeth more thoroughly as a character and how she interacts with the creature and Victor.

`Sick Twisted game`-A rewrite of an Edward Scissorhands fanfiction from many years ago that I am working on to see how I`ve improved as a writer. But I also wanted to see how far I could push certain characters realistically.

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The Elephant of Writing- Money [18 Jan 2016|01:57pm]
The number one question I keep getting is about the elephant of the writing world- money. Everyone wants to know what the money is like because they hear success stories about people like Stephen King, J.K. Rowling, and Stephanie Meyer, who when from nearly broke to having roughly all the money.

My personal opinion is that you shouldn’t be writing if you’re only after the money because the chance of your book being the next Twilight is about 1%. I’m not trying to discourage anyone but I don’t want to sugar coat either.

So the setup of getting your book published, which eventually leads to the money part, is made up of a few pieces. It starts with literary agents, then bumps to publishers and self-publishing.

A literary agency as I know it is an agent or representative. The agent will review your book, then decide if it’s worth shopping around to various publishers in hopes one of them will bite. Just because an agent accepts your manuscript doesn't mean it will actually get published, just that they're willing to submit and represent it.

Honestly, the only thing I know an agent to be good for is their rolodex, and they typically want 15-20% of your royalties to get access to said rolodex. Also, please keep in mind that an agent only wants to represent something if they know they can get a good check from selling it. Ex) You make 30k off a book and the agent’s cut of that is 4.5k. Seems like a decent chunk when all they’re doing is submitting/representing stuff, but that takes time. If they’re spending 20 hours a week on your book for 10 weeks that translates to approximately $22.50 an hour, which they might think isn’t worth the effort. Meaning your book could absolutely be good enough for a publisher to accept, but an agent wants nothing to do with it because it doesn't scream dollar signs. So if an agent rejects (which they often do), cut out the middle man and submit directly to a publisher.

Didn’t know you can submit directly to certain publishers without an agent, did you? Which ones is dependent on the genre, but I know Harlequin and HarperCollins both have "Imprints" (an Imprint is just a subsection of the main publishing house) you can submit to for romance novels. Google is a really good resource for other genres.

As far as contract offers, the up-front royalties could range from $0 to upwards of $1.0m. Stephanie Meyer (author of Twilight) got a $750k advance on Twilight as a first time author. But keep in mind, that’s an advance. If you are given 20k for your book and it only makes 10k, you have to pay back the difference. At least that’s my experience.

As far as percentages, a publisher will typically offer you 10-25% of royalties off each sale. Just pay attention to wording because 10% of the cost of the book is a lot more than 10% of the "net royalties" which subtracts publication costs, marketing, etc. Ideally you would like an agent for that kind of contract negotiation, but it’s not required. I do recommend you have a lawyer review your contract before signing it, just in case there is legalese working against you.

Then there is BN, Amazon and the like. Typically you get 70% of the sale price for anything over $2.99 and 30% for anything under with Amazon. BN is pretty similar, but I think they give you %5 less than Amazon does.

If you decide to submit directly to a publisher, I would stay away from these "e-publishers". From what I can tell, all they're doing is taking a cut of your royalties (15-25%) to upload your book on Amazon/BN for you. If you're not tech savvy they’re a great resource. If you are, it's a waste. A typical publisher should also handle marketing, etc. but these places don't. And I do not consider listing your book on their obscure website as marketing, FYI. Of course that is strictly my opinion and you're welcome to take it or leave it :)

I hope I gave you a better idea of what to expect money-wise!
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Book Review: A Christmas Journey by Anne Perry [18 Jan 2016|10:07am]
Originally posted by authornwolf at Book Review: A Christmas Journey by Anne Perry
A Christmas Journey illustrated the meaning of Christmas through the journeys of three English women through a harsh Scottish winter.  This book also revealed the elegant yet vicious aristocratic social customs of Victorian England.

The journey began when Gwendolen Kilmuir threw herself over a bridge shortly after being insulted by Isobel Alvie.  To redeem herself, Alvie made a journey of repentance to inform Mrs. Naylor that her daughter committed suicide.  Lady Vespasia Cumming-Gould accompanied Alvie as a friend and to clear her own past.  The voyage is almost unbearable and full of surprises but strengthens their friendship.  Along the way, Gould- wondered how an insult drove Kilmuir to suicide.  Cumming-Gould eventually learned that the insult was more serious than initially thought.

Overall, this murder mystery also explored heart-warming themes, such as love; forgiveness, redemption; and, atonement that apply to society today.  Unlike other murder mysteries, A Christmas Journey focused on solving what secret, not which person killed the victim.

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New author seeking constructive criticism! [14 Jan 2016|07:56pm]

Hello everyone, I'm a writer of fantasy fiction looking to get comments on my material - much of which is posted openly on my LJ in reverse chronological order :-) Criticism is very much appreciated because I'm having a hell of a time getting any of my friends to read it. If this piques your interest, or if it's so awful you carry a lingering grudge, please visit my journal and leave your commentary or abuse on more of my writings.

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Story Writing 101- Actual Human Edition [12 Jan 2016|12:18am]
When people learn I've got two books (and counting) to my name, they then tell me how they have scratched out a few pages here and there but can't seem to get it together well enough to turn it into a complete book. Let me start off by saying- that is awesome. Scratching out a few pages here and there is absolutely how stories get started and I am very proud of you for taking that first step! :)

"But writing a book start to finish seems impossible!"

Yeah, writing a story from Point A to Point B is nearly impossible. That's why I don't do it that way. Everyone is different and you have to find what works for you, but I find I write best in scenes or "pieces". Let's take an example from The Mage Council. Early in the book Anika is put into a situation where she completely loses control, causing a huge amount of destruction and even a few deaths. That scene was completely written before I asked myself why did she felt so threatened and why was she in that situation to begin with? The existence of Duane Black, Anika's siblings, and Chateau de Bellerose are all an extension of that first piece.

Currently The Mage Council sequel does not have a beginning because I haven't been able to settle on an intro I like, even though it literally picks up exactly where TMC left off. You know what is finished? The ending. I know exactly how I want it to conclude, which makes it easier to figure out what needs to happen to get to that point.

You also have to be flexible. Can we talk about how different the final draft is from the original in every book I've written? The science in TMC is fairly mild compared to the in-depth explanations I started out with, when I decided 'molecular composition of lead? Snore'. VT (aka The Dangers of Falling in Love) was written almost in order. Meaning the opening scene is actually happening in the middle, then we rewind to the beginning to figure out what the hell happened to get everyone to that point. Lost? Yeah, my test-readers were too so that ten page intro was almost completely scrapped. What little I did keep was re-written from a different perspective and plugged in to the now linear time-line. So the middle was written before the beginning and the ending was complete before the middle was totally fleshed out.

What I am trying to say here is that to create a masterpiece you're probably going to jump around a bit. And that's okay. Know what your heart pounding, head clashing, bodice tearing major scene is? Write it out. It could be months before you come up with some kind of context to place it in, or it could be minutes. I have scenes in my writing journal that I came up with independent of each other and months apart, then decided they fit nicely into the same story arc. Sometimes that's just how it works.

Whoever said the shortest distance between two points is a straight line obviously never tried to write a book! ;)

End Blog #1

My plan with this blog is to address some of the questions aspiring writers are asking and to just throw out my general thoughts on the writing market. Have a question about my experiences with agents, publishers, readers, etc? Feel free to ask and I will try to address it :)
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fiction [10 Jan 2016|10:27am]

I had no remorse for the Promethians. As the Xray blaster toasted a hole into the surprised leader, I watched the screen as the chaos unfolded. My breathing sped up as I feared they would rush this direction, but it looked like they scattered. I could only imagine the screams, I was 400 yards away and the sound didn’t carry that far. I hear the double beep of the xray blaster telling me its seconds away from being ready to fire again. Now its time for heavy artillery. One more check of the fire control solution, and yes it looks like many pale green citizens around that triangle building. They won’t be alive for long. I flip off the safety and hit the fire button. Three seconds. . one, two, three, and a bit more, then booom. After the smoke cleared, I see a handful of the men still moving, and about twenty bodies. I am not sure if the leader is one of the dead.
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Insomniac City: Our story begins with a... [20 Dec 2015|11:14pm]

"BAM! His d--k fell off. Just like that!"

"Levy, I'll have to ask you to refrain from using language like that in my house."

The young man smiled mischeviously at his sulking friend. "I was hoping my story would get you out of your crapy mood. Guess not. By the way, what are you upset about anyway?"

"Nothing that really concerns you." His companion replied curtly. "And even if I were in a better mood, I'll never be sick enough in the head to understand your morbid humor."

"Sick in the head?'" Thought Levy. "Sick in the head?" How was he sick in the head? Everyone he knew loved his jokes. And that one was one of his bests!

"You're the one who's sick in the head." He mumbled with a pout. "Your so pissed, that it's infecting my mood too."

He said nothing more as he watched his good friend, Gartier the bartender finish wiping down the sticky, wet counters. A token of patronage left by last night's customers. Though in Gartier's opinion, a tip would have been preferred.

It was a tiring job to do indeed. Levy was tuckered out from just watching his friend tidy the whole place up. Actually, it might've tired out Levy watching anyone do work, being that laziness was his forte. But with Gartier it was different. No one actually cleaned like Gartier. Wait, correction. No human being cleaned like Gartier. And this Levy believed to be the whole truth and nothing but the truth.

Gartier had what he liked to call a system. Before he had even opened up this tavern- no, this palace, about a week ago, he created a special 'Cleaning Inventory', where he wrote the name of all the names of furniture, glassware, and silverware, along with what they were made out of, and according to that, how they should be cleaned and what they should be cleaned with.

Along with other points like 'How they should be dried.' or 'How long they were expected to last.' ecetera. 

It sure was a sight to see. The guy was so obssessed with cleaning it was scary. He could tell just by the wood of the table, and the leather of the seats, what cleaning product to use, and how long it would take him to clean messes in certain places of the tavern. In fact, he spoke, and took care of this place like he had lived here all his life.

"Yes. Of course I've lived here." He told Levy once on an occasion prior to today. "Ah. But only in my dreams."

Dreams. The word echoed in Levy's head. Like a lonely voice calling for someone at the end of a long corridor. But Levy ignored the call. Dreams were nothing but a silly concept to him. A myth. And even if they were real, he hadn't remembered the last time he had one, since he rarely ever slept. 
Besides, from what he had heard and learned throughout his life living here, dreams were nothing but random, jumbled images created by your subconcious. They produced ridiculous, imcomprehesible plots and situations that were in the past, seen as something mystic or otherwordly. When really, all they're used for these days is as an excuse to start wars, and leave him with a bigger mess to clean every single time he'd finish taking care of the one before.


The counter shook vigorously beneath his arm. The sound was loud and sharp enough to cut the cord attaching his mind to a vicious cycle of tense thinking.

"What you've been waiting for good sir." Announced Gartier. "Your medicine."
With a sudden turn of the heel he left Levy in his moment of bliss. For if he had stayed any longer, he might have lost all composure from looking at the stupid grin on Levy's sleepy face.

"Ah God bess you Garty, you're a saint, I swear it!"
And after the gratitude was spent, Levy wasted not one more second with words of adoration. He lifted the tall cool glass to his lips and quenched the fire in his mouth that could only be put out with one thing, and one thing only:


Ah. The heavenly liquid shimmered beneath the light hanging overhead like glowing amber. 
It cleansed the mind and heart of any trouble. Of the most burning questions with unattainable answers  and ideas that come with the load of living.

Ah, yes. Beer is truly a-

Wait. Wait. Wait. Wait. Wait. Wait. Wait. Wait. Wait.

Levy stared in disbelief at what awaited him at the bottom of his now empty beer mug.

"F--k." The poor man whispered to himself. Staring blankly at his murky reflection in the pristine marble counter, he let what he had seen settled in. He attempted to persuade himself into looking again, to see if what he had seen was what he'd saw. But his body refused. He knew all too well what he saw wasn't a dream. He didn't believe in dreams anyway.  It was no use.

Then suddenly, as if some sort of raging evil pervaded his spirit, he slammed the glass down onto the counter with a force that spoke clearly for his anger. And again, with just a little bit more volume to shake himself from the numbness, he yelled with profound power,  "F--K!"

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Horse Feathers [30 Dec 2015|09:57pm]

HFCoverKindle300.jpgI just released my new fantasy novel Horse Feathers.  It's a free download for those with Kindle unlimited for a limited time.  $2.99 if you're buying it otherwise.


This is a coming of age tale about a young boy named Phillip who was bored with his routine life at the unicorn stables and dreamed of adventure and a pegasus.

Before the Fairytale is a set of books that feed into my novel Seventh Night.

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