So, a little while back my sister and I were doing a separate blog. It was Faeries doing a newsletter sort of thing. Well the blog was not where the faeries felt comfortable. It was just not working for us.
We enjoyed our time with the birchwood grove fae. Here lately we have been getting more from the fae. So we started them a newsletter. It goes out every other Tuesday. If you are interested then pop over to my sister’s blog as she has a pop up link to the newsletter.
4.) Tish Macwebber – Author (under construction) – Sweet Nothings – Clara spent her days working in a bakery, as a cashier. One day, she decided to go to her local craft store to buy some supplies for a new project. It was soon apparent that she was dabbling in something that was turning out to be a little more than she expected.The next time you try a new craft or hobby, Clara recommends for you to do all the proper research to make sure there are no strings attached…
9.) Finn O’Malley – Author – Hidden Shadows – No one belonged in the Realm of Hidden Shadows, least of all the King of Air Faeries. Aeolus must retrieve the Air element to fulfill a magical destiny 100 years in the future, but at what cost? The King faces a daunting task of destroying a friendship and crossing murky lines of Dark magic to save what might be lost forever.
We may be considering new stories for it, I am not sure.
So far the stories look like they are going to be an amazing read. Please show these amazing artists some love and visit their pages. I will definitely be keeping you updated as we get closer to release.
All right, we have done the world development. Next we touch on characters. All writing revolves around the characters and how they interact with their world.
Most writers end up focusing some on each of their characters. This is to give you ideas and maybe help you get the details to further your story.
Today I will ask questions that you want to know first about all of the main characters, including the villains. Though during this discussion will include a specific post later on villains. Today is the basics.
Let’s get to it then.
1. What is the character’s name?
That seems like a duh question… But it is a detail where you can enjoy the secret knowledge… Why that name? Does it have meaning? Is there more to their name? Do they like or hate their name?
This is the physical details. Eye and hair color. Height and weight. Hair style, facial hair? Fat or skinny, tall or short? If it applies, what race is the character? Here’s where you can do all of the description you want to do. Whether it makes it into the story or not. Sometimes you need to see the character better, this helps with that.
3. Where is the character from? This includes family… And place? Here is where you work on history. Was the character rich or poor? Was their childhood good or bad? What about their environment, did it affect your story?
4. What do they do for a living? Are they employed? A student? Do they have a side hustle? This also can be affected by something that I think needs answered here… What is their age? Now that may make a difference on their activities. And their race may make a difference in how the age is read, as races that are long lived would see a character who is in the twenties as less than an adult.
5. Sexuality. Now don’t sneer… This is not just do they prefer same or opposite genders. It is are they male or female or even a hermaphodite? How does this affect them? Yes it helps to know who, if anyone, that they are attracted to.
6. What are their strengths? Are they skilled at something?
7. What are their weaknesses? Their fears?
8. What is their pet peeves? What really gets under their skin? Why?
9. What do they love? What brings them joy?
10. Who are the people who mater the most to them? Who is a thorn in their side?
Ok. These are the most basic details that every writer needs about every character they write. There is so much more, but I will touch on them next time. What do you think, are you seeing interesting questions here to help you?
Ok. I was too lazy yesterday to do a review. So I think that I will discuss my art studio… The store is Here. I plan today to put some of my paintings in there for sale.
A friend and fellow writer was showcasing my studio for her newsletter. She asked me to please update my logo as it was not what she felt fit me. There is so much history in my logo. The first was designed by someone who I loved dearly. She was not a good thing for me. So I needed to cut the ties. My friend Kelly, editor at Xterraweb, helped me design a new one. I always thought logos were supposed to be sorta bland, professional symbols. So that was what we made. She gave me exactly what I asked for.
Well we come back to today… My friend who is doing the newsletter Jess Reece comes to me and says… You deserve a logo that expresses the colorful creativity of your soul!
Do you have any idea how that felt? Incredibly freeing. I found myself wondering why I had not designed it already? I love designing graphics.
So I did it. And I love it. Maybe I had to be prodded into it…But I really do love the new logo.
Have you ever been in that position? Tell me about your truth.
Ever wonder where snowflakes come from? The faeries have a history for all of the first events, even the first snowflake. History has a mischevious little frost faery making much of what is now winter standard.
She was created from the ice that ran down the mountainside. No other was like her, as winter was quite the desolate time. Dreary cold and ice had everyone else just hiding inside. She was named Snow after the mountain ice she came from. Oh the mountain snow was beautiful, just didn’t have the individuality we know today. The faery was gorgeous, tiny with skin like porcelin, eyes of the clearest blue. She was stunning to behold.
Snow was unlike any of her kind who had been made before. Most frost faerys were cold in nature, purposeful and driven to do what frost does…Snow was not. She was whimsical, and enjoyed fun things. She was creative, with a mischevious streak. This led her to get in a lot of trouble with the other fae.
Snow would lay traps, build statues from ice, and generally do things to have fun. Nothing harmful, just all in fun. She found the snow too hard to use in her jokes, so she looked for a way to soften it. She wanted to throw it at people, in balls to see the look on their faces. At first she tried to heat it, hoping it would soften. To her dismay, the ice melted, creating a slush that only got in the way. She decided that the heat was not what she needed, but was not sure what she did need.
Next, in her search, Snow thought perhaps a hammer! Let us shatter the ice to make it softer! The snow shattered, but it was sharper and made it more difficult to use for her pranks. She didn’t want to hurt anyone after all. She needed to find a way to soften it so she could throw it easily. She searched feverishly for a way to work out this problem.
Snow tried using magic, and found that the snow went white, and opaque. Though she found it to be more lovely, it was still too hard. She tried to use an axe, to find it did the same as a hammer. Frustrated, Snow sought out the wise owl of the forest for advice. She wanted to see if he could solve the dilemma that she faced. She was determined that she must find a way to soften the snow. She felt desperation, and it confused her. Faeries were rarely desperate. Nature kept faeries doing what they were born to do. Snow was an aberration. She was a frost faerie with a warm personality and a Whimsical sense of humor.
Not that being an aberration was really bad. It meant that she was unique, and special. Though each faerie was unique, so many were so similar that being this different was enough to create a feeling in her of being alone. The trip to the great owl was a scary one. Snow was small, and everything around the forest was so overpoweringly big. His home was in the great oak in the center of the forest, where even the sun had trouble being seen. All of the faeries knew that the old owl was great and wise. He was ancient like the trees he lived in. His feathers were all gray with the years he had lived. Faeries lived short little lives, so many did not understand age, nor the wisdom that went with. Snow understood that the owl knew things she could not. He would, she hoped, be able to tell her how to make the snow soft. She wanted to throw it. She thought it might be fun to play in.Snow felt like the faeries were too serious. None of the other frost faeries seemed to want to play. She felt like she could bring joy by teaching them how to play. For such a young faery Snow had a definite ideals about what was good and bad in the world around her. She saw it as a reason to be silly. The owl was walking onto the outside branch of his home as Snow flew up. He ruffled his feathers as he settled onto the branch. Seeing the excitement in the young faery, he knew his hunt for the night would be postponed for a while. “Who are you? And why are you here?” He hooted at her. Snow did an overbalanced curtsy that nearly had her falling from the tree. After she caught herself and got situated on the branch, she answered the severe old owl. “I seek your wisdom, Old master owl. I am the frost faery named Snow. I want to use the snow for fun and for play. I have tried to soften it in multiple ways. Heat only made a slush, which wasn’t fun with which to play. Hammers sharpened it, cutting anything that touches it. All then becoming too uncomfortable with which to play. I tried my magic, without hesitation or delay. It colored white, and appeared quite opaque. Still, too hard with which to form and play. Please, master owl, what advice have you?”
Stunned, she mummered to herself. “Magic the inside, indeed. I should have thought of that all by myself. The old owl’s wisdom that was rumored has been proven true.” With that thought, Snow flew off herself. To the mountain she flew, high into the clouds. She settled herself where the snow she was named for lay about the ground.
Snow cast her magic, to poke little holes. The white ice shattered into flakes of soft and white. Making it perfect to have a snowball fight. She taught the faeries winter play, and is the reason for the snowflakes that we see today.