Friday, October 11, 2019

Introducing My 2019 NaNoWriMo Project! (Know the Novel Part One!)

So. NaNoWriMo may be like twenty days away and I may be freaking out JUST A BIT.
OR A LOT.

NANOWRIMO IS LIKE TWENTY DAYS AWAY!!

Which means that we writers are now in full-on panic-and-plan mode. Y'know, just the normal November routine. honestly though why do we put ourselves through this

I can't believe it's been almost a year since I started my last NaNo novel, Roots to Claim! I'm actually getting kind of nostalgic thinking back on it, and missing my boys Quinard and Archlan.

BUT I shall not focus on that today! Today I introduce you to my 2019 NaNo novel, Once Upon. (This is just the placeholder title for now. It'll almost certainly change later.)


So, as you guys probably know, this isn't a completely new story to you. This year, I'm writing Trentley and Jynnia's story! Of course, it will be separated from the short stories I've already written for them and a lot of elements will be different. But the idea is the same: Trentley and Jynnia somehow stumble into various fairy tales and get into all sorts of trouble.

To introduce their new story, I'm participating in Know the Novel, a linkup by Christine!


Christine hosted Know the Novel last year, and I'm so happy it's back! It's a three-part linkup where you answer questions about your current WIP (whether it's for NaNo or not!). Aaand without any more rambling from me, here are my answers for Once Upon! (my transitions are so great xD)


1. What first sparked the idea for this novel? Arielle from The Fairy Tale Central hosts writing prompts based on the monthly fairy tale featured on FTC. I decided to write all my stories for these prompts using the same characters and connect each story. Pretty much immediately after that decision, I knew I wanted to write a book series using the ideas I got for a fairy tale-retelling type of story.

2. Share a blurb! Well. I'm afraid I can't really do that properly yet because I actually know so little about the story. Shameful, I know. But I'll share a vague, sort-of blurb:

Nobody believes in fairy tales. They're just stories written to entertain children before bed. Magic doesn't exist, either; it's just a fantasy to make those stories more exciting.

That's what Trentley and Jynnia think, before an unexpected turn of events lands them right in the middle of a very magical, very fairy tale-like situation. As time goes on, it becomes quite clear to them that magic did indeed exist once upon a time, and now it's their job to revive it.

Whew. That was pretty bad. But honestly, I just have so little to go on. xD

3. Where does the story take place? What are some of your favorite aspects about the setting? The story takes place in a (currently unnamed) fairy tale world-- where all the fairy tales happened in the past, and nobody believes in magic anymore. My favorite aspects? Well, I've always wanted to write a story set in a fairy tale-type world. My other stories take place in a world of my own creation, so while I'm obviously putting my own spin on this one, writing something in a traditional fairy tale setting is exciting.

4. Tell us about your protagonist(s). You guys already know them! But I'll tell you anyway. My protagonists are Trentley and Jynnia, a boyfriend and girlfriend who are thrown in the middle of all these fairy tale situations. Trentley's kind of quiet and reserved, while Jynnia is spunky and sassy. They're kind of my babies and I adore them a little bit.

5. Who (or what) is the antagonist? At this point I'm still in the very early stages of planning, so I don't have a specific villain yet. Actually, every book in the series might have a different villain, since they'll all be focusing on different fairy tales. Buut there WILL be a overreaching, driving magical force behind all the books that causes all the trouble they get into, so that could be considered the villain, I guess. Like I said, early stages. More later. xD

6. What excites you the most about this novel? The fairy tale aspect! That might be kind of a broad answer, but over the past few years I've really wanted to write a fairy tale retelling. I'm not sure if you would call these retellings, since the fairy tales have actually happened in this world; maybe rehappenings? ;) But I'm excited about working with all the wonderful fairy tales, and also getting to know Trentley and Jynnia better because I love them.

7. Is this going to be a series? standalone? something else? As you know, this will be a series! And I've never written a series before so I'm really excited and also terrified. :D

8. Are you plotting? pantsing? plansting? Always a planster! And my definition of that is planning, planning, planning until October 31 when I realize that I have not planned everything and then I'm forced to jump into November 1 with about 20% of the plan that I had hoped for. Although I'm really hoping I can be a bit more prepared this year.

9. Name a few things that makes this story unique. Well, I already talked a bit about the different twist on a fairy tale retelling. Instead of just infusing aspects from fairy tales into a new story, I'll be pulling the actual fairy tales from the past and throwing them into the middle of everything. (I explain things horribly and I sincerely apologize.) Also, a much smaller thing but something I like just the same, is that Trentley and Jynnia are already a couple when the story begins. In most stories you see the couple get together, and it's kind of refreshing when you can skip all that drama and be placed right in the middle of the relationship.

10. Share a fun “extra” of the story (a song or full playlist, some aesthetics, a collage, a Pinterest board, a map you’ve made, a special theme you’re going to incorporate, ANYTHING you want to share!). So I'm still working on the playlist, but I was listening to this one song I thought I might want to add and I realized DUDE. THIS SONG IS PERFECT FOR THIS STORY.


Obviously it has fairy tale elements in the story it tells, but the big thing that stood out to me is the "remember me" concept. My story is about people who have stopped believing in magic, and how Trentley and Jynnia rediscover it and try to restore it to their world. Is that perfect or what??

Also, here's Trentley and Jynnia's Pinterest board! https://www.pinterest.com/bookwieldingemily/the-adventures-of-trentley-and-jynnia/


Well, that's my story! Or at least a mostly vague overview. xD I could have waited to do this linkup until I knew more, but doing it now has gotten me more excited and motivated to plan this thing!
Wish me luck! :D

Are you doing NaNo? What are you writing about? AND CAN YOU BELIEVE IT'S SO CLOSE?? 


Thursday, October 3, 2019

SEPTEMBER 2019

It's October!! *fall confetti* *which is just me throwing leaves in the air*

Fall is heeeere and the temperatures are starting to drop and your Emily is one happy little heart!!! *cue the long, emotional speech about how much I love fall*


Nahh, I won't bother you with that today. Today I'm just going to share with you the highlights and happenings of my September! So sit back, grab a cup of coffee (or tea or cocoa or blue milk or whatever), and enjoy!
Does it bother anyone else when you start a book in one month and finish it the next month? Like, in a perfect life I would start reading a book on the first of every month, and then finish my last book of the month on the last day of the month. I'm a perfectionist like that.


Anyway! The first book I finished this month was When Tides Turn by Sarah Sundin, so I FINALLY finished the Waves of Freedom series, which took me forever just because I was in such a reading slump. still am, tbh I also read Fawkes by Nadine Brandes! I really, really enjoyed it. I didn't love it as much as the Out of Time series, but I mean, let's be honest. There's not much I do love more. But Fawkes had great characters and an emotional ending, which, I mean, what else could you ask for?

I finished reading the Havok anthology, Season One: Rebirth! So fun reading all the stories by friends and fellow bloggers. :D

And I also started The Evaporation of Sofi Snow by Mary Weber. I haven't finished it because I've been reading SO, SO slowly lately, but I'm enjoying it so far.

Also, I got Romanov!! I haven't read it yet but I'm SO READY because I've just been so excited to read it. Also, I'm just so happy to finally own all of Nadine Brandes' books.


EEEP! SO PRETTY!
I'm really tired of saying I didn't do much writing. *rolls eyes* But sadly it's true again this month. I've been so focused on the two flash fiction pieces I wrote for Havok (did I say two? maybe I should have said three...;)), I haven't really been doing much work on Fall Into Time. BUT. I really, really, really want to finish the first draft before NaNo! (which is NEXT. MONTH. guys, NaNo is NEXT MONTH!!!) In fact, as I was typing that, I sort of just hardcore resolved myself to finishing it. And now I really, really want to do it.

So, wish me luck on that new, somewhat crazy goal. xD

As I already mentioned, I also had a story published in Havok!


The first Saturday of the month, I was the maid of honor in my best friend's wedding. I wish I had pictures buut, well, I don't. But I've known this girl LITERALLY since the day I was born, so being a part of her wedding weekend/ceremony was really bittersweet.

Fall officially began!! I decorated my room, and I want even MORE fall decor, but I don't have anywhere to put it. #problems xD
September 1st was my one-year-blogaversary!! And you all celebrated with me!

Also, hi, update: YES I FORGOT ABOUT MY Q&A. I'm still hoping to get it up. Don't kill me. I'm just a fragile little girl.

I think that's just about it! Overall my month was pretty good. (Unless you only want to count my excitement for fall in which case my month was FAAAANTASTIC)


Now for a few brief goals for October:

-Finish the first draft of Fall Into Time (honestly guys knock some sense into me for agreeing to this)

-Finish The Evaporation of Sofi Snow and read Reclaiming Shilo Snow (bonus: if I finish those, read
Romanov)

-Do a closet cleanout (I know that's super random, but this time of year I like to try to purge my summer clothes before I get all my lovely cozy cooler-weather clothes out)

-Get outside more (With the cooler weather moving in [YAYYYYYYYY], I want to get out and enjoy nature a little more. This is my first autumn since I got my dog Xander, so I definitely want to take him on lots of walks for fun AND exercise. And also reading, drinking coffee, writing, just doing everything out in the fall goodness.)

Also! I'm going to change my posting day! I've been posting on Thursdays because I'm off work, but it's been really hard because I'm lazy to write and edit the posts, take and edit the photos, and have them ready to post on Thursday mornings. And then if I have any plans at all Thursday mornings the post doesn't go up until evening sometimes, and I really prefer to post in the morning.

SO. I'm going to try to post on Fridays for now. That way I can do whatever needs to be done on the post when I have time Thursday, and schedule it to post on Friday. I MIGHT end up doing it Saturdays, though. We'll see. (honestly though, Emily, why do think everyone needs all those details.
literally just say "Thursday's out, Friday's in. peace.")

Well, anyway, that's enough rambling from me for one day! Thanks for reading, and LET'S HAVE A FANTASTIC OCTOBER!

(also I was looking at my recent posts and realized that the titles of my last FIVE posts have started
with the name of a story in all caps. why do I find that interesting.)

How was your September? What was your favorite thing you did? HOW IS YOUR FALL GOING WHAT FALLISH THINGS ARE YOU DOING AHHH LET'S FANGIRL ABOUT FALL And what would you prefer, posts on Fridays or Saturdays? Let me know!


Tuesday, October 1, 2019

HIGHER -- I'm Wreaking More HAVOK!

GUESS WHAT.

Today is the first day of 80's month on Havok, and... *drumroll*

THE FIRST 80'S STORY FEATURED IS MINE!


Yes, today I have another story on Havok!! I'm so, so, so excited!! You can read Higher on the Havok website today only, unless you're a subscriber. (Which you should be. Hint, hint.)

You guys made me smile SOO much a couple weeks ago when my story Fly was on Havok, and I'm so grateful and happy to be sharing the experience with you all again today! Thank you so much for supporting me and for all the ridiculously lovely comments you leave. It means the world and keeps me writing. *hugs and cookies all around*


I hope you enjoy Higher, and have a fantastic Tuesday!



Thursday, September 26, 2019

GHOST HORSE (Reacting to my first published story!)

Good Thursday to ye! *tips hat*

Okay, I literally have no idea why I just opened the post that way. But I did, so... that's a thing that happened.

I'm really excited about today's post; it's a fun one. Today I'm going to be reacting to an old short story of mine: more specifically, the first thing I ever had published! I totally, 100% stole this idea from Kara Lynn.


I wrote this story when I was eleven. ELEVEN. That was TEN years ago, guys. i'mnotoldi'mnotoldi'mnot

Anyway, like I said, this was the first story of mine that was published. It was in the November/December 2010 issue of StoneSoup Magazine, and boy was I proud of it. alittleprouderthanitdeservedmayhaps I thought it'd be super fun to react to it and let you guys in on all the painfulness.

Well... there's really nothing else I can say to ease you guys into this. So here we go, jumping right in. My present-day comments will be in ORANGE. (be prepared for a looooot of orange.)

***
Ghost Horse original title, for sure.

Thunder roared. Lightning split the sky. Leeto's what the heck kind of name is Leeto, though? mane flapped it flapped? what is it, an American flag? in the harsh wind. The man's what man??? silver arrow glimmered every time lightning struck. He shot at Leeto. The arrow struck Leeto's leg. loving the choppy sentences At the same time, lightning struck Leeto's hide. Leeto's eyes widened. how many times can I say "Leeto" in one paragraph?

lol one paragraph in and I'm already hacking this thing to pieces

Leeto was a special horse. All horses with his blood as in, his descendants, or? were called ghost horses. Ghost horses were magical. They were the only animals-- or living creatures-- to become ghosts after death. okay, this is still a pretty cool concept. for an eleven-year-old.

But there were only two ways for a ghost horse to die. One was for two ghost horses to fight, which was rare. spoiler alert: two ghost horses don't fight in this story. SO WHY DID I FIND IT NECESSARY FOR THAT TO BE A WAY FOR A GHOST HORSE TO DIE?? But even rarer was the other way-- for a ghost horse to be struck by an arrow and lightning at the same time. that's not convoluted at all.

Right now, Leeto's life was fading away. good.

      ***
Leah yawned and made her way downstairs. wow, great entrance. can't wait to see more of this protagonist. A bowl of oatmeal and juice I mean, I like cinnamon in my oatmeal personally, but whatever floats your boat. (or your oats. XD XD) were waiting for her. okay... so not only did her parents leave for work without telling her goodbye, but her mom left her oatmeal out on the table to get cold. and she even poured the orange juice in the bowl to speed up the process. Leah sat down and took a big sip of juice. must have been chunky with all those oats in it. Suddenly, she heard a sound-- something like hooves against metal. can we talk about the fact that she immediately recognized what SPECIFICALLY was making the sound?? what on earth made her come to the conclusion that it was hooves against metal??

Leah ran outside. A pure-black horse was standing next to the shed. Gasping, Leah drank in the sight. hope you didn't get any oats in that drink. The horse's coat was silkier than any she had ever seen. His mane and tail were longer than she knew possible. The horse was a gorgeous sight.

Slowly, Leah walked toward the horse. She grabbed a rope from the shed and looped it around his neck. "You beautiful thing," Leah whispered, stroking his velvet nose. "Where'd you come from?"
At that moment, Leah was very glad that no one else was home. why??? is her dad a horse butcher or something??
      ***
"Come on, boy," Leah urged. "Get in." She held the door to the shed in the woods why the heck is there a shed in the woods?? open and finally got the horse to step inside.

Then she noticed it. Right on the stallion's forehead was a white marking, shaped like an arrow. okay, so apparently death by an arrow causes the shape of an arrow to appear on your forehead. so if you die by fighting another ghost horse does the other horse appear on your forehead?? "I guess that settles it, then," Leah said in a low voice. reading this back, this line always sounds ominous. why is her voice so low all of the sudden? "Your name is Arrow."

      ***
"How was school today, Leah?" Mrs. Koble this is the weirdest last name. I literally made it up. why didn't I just use Brown or something? asked at dinner.

"Um, fine," Leah said. "We learned four-digit division."

Mr. Koble laughed. "I remember the good old fours. brace yourself, this guy's way too enthustiastic about schoolwork. Did you have any problems?"

Leah stared at her beans. I can't ever read this line and not laugh a little. (also... what kind of beans?) 
"No... Mr. Jacobs said I was best in the class." of course he did. and why does Mr. Jacobs have a normal last name but your last name is KOBLE?

"We-ell!" calm down. Mr. Koble rang out. "Good for you, Leah!"

Leah smiled. "Pass the potatoes, please."

Mrs. Koble slid the bowl her way. "Tell me, sweetie, what did you learn in history class?"

Leah groaned silently. that seems impossible. She wanted to keep quiet so that she could have room to think about Arrow.

"Uh, about the defeat of the Spanish Armada... I think," Leah replied.

"Quite interesting that was," Mr. Koble approved, cutting off a piece of pork chop. okay, great, now we have all the details about what they're having for dinner. what's for dessert? "I loved reading about that so much when I was a kid, I went searching the libraries just so I could learn more about it."

"That's interesting, Dad," Leah said. Personally, she didn't know how anything about the Spanish Armada could be interesting. "Um, may I be excused?" but you just got a second helping of potatoes!

Mrs. Koble nodded. "Yes, dear."

Leah jumped up and grabbed an apple from the fridge. oh, apples for dessert.

"Heavens!" heavens! Mrs. Koble exclaimed. "You've just eaten a hearty meal. Whatever do you need an apple for?"

"Uh, a science project," Leah lied, bursting out the door before anyone could object. honestly, Mrs. Koble is pretty stupid if she believes this. what tween girl in any story tries to sneak an apple out of the house and isn't secretly harboring a horse?
Once outside, Leah breathed a sigh of relief and headed to the woods.

      ***


"Hello, my beautiful one!" Leah greeted Arrow. She held out the apple, and the horse gobbled it up greedily. Leah sighed. "I'm going to have to find you some real food if you're going to stay here," she announced. I just want to say that I was trying to type this story up really fast and I wasn't really looking, and when I came back and read this part the EXACT thing I had typed for that last line was ":U;n giubg ti gave ti fubd yiy sine reak fiid uf tiy;re giubg ti stat gere," she announced." and to think I took a keyboarding class in high school.

Suddenly, Leah heard a distant voice calling her name.

Leah honestly, why do I reuse her name so often? groaned. "That's my mom. I have to work on a death trap called homework." her mom realized nobody does a science project on an apple out in the middle of the woods. She gave him a kiss on the nose.

      ***
Leah woke to a strange sound. is it hooves against metal again? She heard a shotgun going off outside. A sick feeling washed over her. What if somebody was shooting at Arrow? Had he escaped?

Alarmed, she jumped out of bed and pulled on a pair of sneakers. I really want to know why I even used the word "sneakers" here. I've literally never called my shoes sneakers. I always called them tennis shoes. guess I was trying to fit in with the cool kids. Then she ran outside into the dark night.

"Dad!" she called to the dark figure standing by the shed. "Dad, what's going on?"

"There's a horse," Mr. Koble replied grimly. "Black as night. Shot at it." man, this story turns dark here.

Leah held her breath. "Why?"

"It was trying to kick the shed down." HOLD UP. you're telling me you saw a horse kicking the wall of your old shed and you tried to SHOOT it??? buddy. chill. somebody give this guy some hot tea or something. now I understand why Leah was glad he wasn't home when Arrow showed up. His voice was tight. what happened to that weird overly enthustiastic guy at the dinner table??
Leah's heart skipped a beat. "What happened?"

"Bullet seemed to run right through him." Mr. Koble sounded confused. "Leah, that horse was a ghost."

Leah had to grasp onto her father's arm to keep from falling. "But, Dad," she said, "A ghost?" whoo. award-winning dialogue, right there.

Mr. Koble pushed her back. "Get down!" oh my gosh. this just turned into a war story. he yelled, focusing his gun.

Then Leah saw it. A pitch-black, yet transparent horse stood before them. Mr. Koble held up his gun. didn't he literally just do that a second ago when he focused the thing?

"Dad, no!" Leah screamed. his shed would be avenged.

But Mr. Koble shot.

Just like he said before, the bullet went straight the ghostly figue. The horse was unfazed.

      ***
"Several people have reported a 'ghost horse' to have shown up in their yard," the news lady announced. apparently the news lady just showed up in the yard, too, because I certainly didn't give y'all any warning she was coming. "It seems unbelievable, but it's true. In fact, we even have some pictures."

Leah recognized the horse on the TV screen. No doubt, it was Arrow. The white marking on his foreheard this was an ACTUAL typo in the magazine was unmistakeable. But Leah wondered how this could be. Yesterday, Arrow was normal.

Leah jumped up.

"Where are you going, honey?" Mrs. Koble asked. to work on her apple forest science project.

"Outside!" Leah answered. She grabbed a bag of stale bread because everybody keeps a bag of stale bread lying around and a carrot and ran outside. Leah ran as fast as he could into the woods. She ran until she could see the shed looming ahead of her. Panting, she burst through the door.

"Arrow!" she gasped. "You're here!" why did she bring the food if she didn't expect him to be here??

Arrow looked at her in surprise. why did he come back if he didn't expect her to visit??
"How did you do that, boy?" Leah sighed. She opened the bread and held out a piece. Arrow ate heartily. "It's not much," Leah said, sitting on the floor, "But it's food." She dumped the bag out on the floor. As Leah literally, we know her name by now. sat there, watching Arrow eat, several thoughts swept through her mind Why? How? When? They were all unexplained. as is what these questions are actually asking. when what? when was Arrow born? when did Leah's dad go so psycho?

Finally, Arrow finished and lay down. Leah offered him the carrot. "I'd better go," she said, shivering. She stood up. "See you, Arrow."

      ***
For three nights, no sightings of a ghost horse were reported. Leah's mind eased a bit.

But one Saturday night, Leah ran to the shed in the woods these parents are terrible at keeping an eye on their child to say good night to Arrow. "Night, kiddo," I guarantee you I read some horse book where someone calls a horse "kiddo" and stole that idea because no other way would I have come up with that she said, hugging the black shape. "See ya tomorrow." As she left the shed, a warm feeling came over her. She had a horse. Even if it was secret, she had a horse.

Suddenly, a hot light burned her back. Leah spun around. The shed was glowing. Arrow, transparent as ever transparent as ever?! he literally wasn't transparent a half a second ago!,  was galloping striaght through the walls!

"Arrow!" Leah gasped. "You are a ghost horse!" imagine that. thought you already came to that conclusion, dummy.
Arrow turned to look at her. A word on his leg shone like a scar. what? why? "Leeto," Leah whispered. "So that's your real name." yeah, I would also assume that this random foreign word that just burned itself into this horse's leg is his name. NOT.

Tears stung her eyes. She knew that Arrow would never come back.

But suddenly, she was happy. wow, way to bounce back, girl. Leeto okay, kid, make up your mind. is he Arrow or Leeto to you?? was meant to be free.

that was THE most abrupt ending I've ever read in my life.

***


I have... some questions.

number one being WHY DID SOMEBODY PUBLISH THIS

Number one: WHO WAS THAT GUY WITH THE ARROW?? Why was he shooting the poor horse? Did he know he was a ghost horse? How? And if so why was he so determined to kill him?

Number two: Is Leah's dad prepared for the lawsuits he's going to have piled up when he shoots somebody's horse someday because it kicked a wall?

Number three: Why did Leeto/Arrow/whatever the heck stay with Leah for four days and then decide it was time to leave? Did he accomplish something in that time other than terrifying the neighborhood and making Leah think she had a horse now?

Number four: What EXACTLY was the moral of the story??

I can't, guys. xD

Well, anyway. Ahem. I hope you guys enjoyed reading that trainwreck. I might turn this into a series, with whatever super-old stories of mine that I can find. Brace yourselves.

Have you ever reacted to any of your old stories? What's the most ridiculous/funny thing in an old work of yours? Also, HOW'S YOUR FALL GOING??? Because it's officially fall now!! Are you a pumpkin spice latte fan? What's your favorite fall drink/snack? LET'S JUST TALK LITERALLY EVERYTHING FALL!!


Tuesday, September 24, 2019

THIRST by Jill Williamson -- Cover Reveal!

Hey everyone! Today I'm coming to you with something super exciting: the cover reveal for Jill Williamson's upcoming book, THIRST!

I remember following along on Go Teen Writers when Jill was writing this, so it's super awesome to see it finally released!

Thirst is a prequel to her series The Safe Lands, which I shamefully haven't read yet but is definitely on my TBR!

Here's the summary:

The end of the world is only the beginning. A waterborne disease has contaminated the world’s fresh water, decimating the human race. Seventeen-year-old Eli McShane and his friends flee the chaos and violence in Phoenix and journey north toward the rumored location of a safe water source. They add several to their number, including the mysterious Hannah, who is being hunted by a dangerous man. Desperation brings out the worst in many of the travelers, infecting even those closest to Eli. When division comes, will he be able to hold his group together or will each fall victim to their own thirst for survival?
Join some old friends from Glenrock and Jack's Peak in this thrilling first book of the Thirst Duology. Best-selling author Jill Williamson has brought back the breathtaking suspense of the The Safe Lands series in this chilling prequel that will leave readers panting for the next installment.

Sounds epic, huh? I can't wait to read it!

Hope you're still hanging in there, because now HERE IT IS: THE COVER OF THIRST!



Isn't it beautiful? I need this on my shelf. *heart eyes*

You can preorder Thirst here: http://jillwilliamson.com/thirst

Congratulations to Jill on her new book, and make sure you all go preorder it!

Thursday, September 19, 2019

GRANDMA, WHAT A LOVELY NECKLACE YOU HAVE (Little Red Riding Hood flash fiction!)

My titles for these stories are getting worse and worse. xD

But anyway. If you hadn't already guessed, today I'm sharing another installment of The Adventures of Trentley and Jynnia! (Definitely not an official title, but it'll do for now. xD)


This month's fairytale on The Fairytale Central is Little Red Riding Hood! Which is super exciting and is also making me want to write a Red Riding Hood retelling?? I'll just hold onto that idea, though, since I do want to write a fairytale series about Trentley and Jynnia. ;)

I honestly didn't know how I was going to work this prompt in at first, but then it just seemed to fall into place. You can find the original post with the prompt HERE; and here's the prompt:


Aaaand here's my story! Hope you enjoy!

      ***

 "Should I tell your grandmother about how you got turned into a frog?"
 Jynnia glared at Trentley, unable to keep the smile from her lips. "Of course not," she said, sidestepping to give him a playful shove. "You haven't met my grandmother. She would absolutely flip if she heard something like that happened to me."
 Trentley stumbled off the sidewalk, laughing.
 "That is, if she even believed us," Jynnia added as she took the first step up onto Grandma's porch.
 Living in exile-- as Jynnia liked to call it-- was not easy. The past few weeks had been quite the ride: genies, bears, and the like. Hiding out in the woods gave people lots of opportunities to question their honor, too, as they had learned when they returned home.
 But now it seemed that things had calmed down, for which they were glad. They hadn't found a jewel in a while, but such an everyday action as walking down a sidewalk had never felt so good.
 Their arms were linked as they walked, and Jynnia held a basket of the cookies she had baked for her grandmother on the other arm. "I can't wait for you to meet Grandma," she said. "She's the sweetest lady and I know she's going to absolutely love you, too." She looked up at him and smiled. "But what's not to love?"
 Trentley smiled too, and leaned down to touch his nose to hers.
 When Jynnia knocked on the door, a sweet voice called, "Come in!"
 "Hmm." Jynnia tilted her head as she turned the doorknob. "She sounds like she has a cold." Stepping inside, she called, "Grandma? Where are you?"
 "I'm in the sitting room," Grandma called back in a hoarse voice. "And wait until you see the lovely new necklace I've gotten!"
 Jynnia smiled and led Trentley to the sitting room. "She's always finding new--"
 She stopped short when she stepped through the doorway. She and Trentley shared a wide-eyed look. "Grandma," she whispered. "Where did you get that?"
 There, on a chain around Grandma's neck, was one of the jewels that they sought.
 "I found it at a pawn shop," she said, adjusting the blanket over her lap. "They were kind enough to put it on a chain for me!"
 Jynnia swallowed.
 "And you must be Trentley!" Grandma smiled, and Jynnia's heart skipped. When the old lady opened her mouth, Jynnia saw the most horrendous fangs protruding from her gums.
 "Oh my gosh," she said. "What big teeth you have, Grandmother!" That line? Really?
 Grandma grinned and stood up from her chair. A strange light came into her eyes. "All the better to--"
 Jynnia backed away. "Eat me with?"
 She laughed, throwing aside her blanket. Her smile faded. "I was hoping you wouldn't notice."
 "Yeahhh, I'm not sure why you thought that would work." Jynnia threw the basket of cookies at her and bolted down the hallway. Trentley followed her, and a growl and heavy footsteps told her Grandma followed her, too.
 They locked themselves in the bathroom, and Jynnia leaned against the door, breathing heavily. "My... my grandma's a monster," she huffed.
 "I'm just going to assume she's not always like this?" Trentley ventured.
 Jynnia started talking fast. "No! She's not! And of all the jewels she could have found, why did it have to be the one that brought Little Red Riding Hood to life? Why couldn't I have found it and worn a red cape? But noo, my grandma has to find it and become a--"
 The door suddenly shook with a loud thump, and Jynnia jumped across the room. Leaning backward against the sink, she stared at the door.
 "Let me in!" Grandma yelled. "This is my house!"
 "Grandma," Jynnia said shakily. "I think you need to take that necklace off."
 "No!" Grandma yelled. "It's my necklace!"
 "Grandma, it's not good for you!" Jynnia started for the door again, opening her mouth for another protest. Trentley grabbed her wrists and gently stopped her.
 "Maybe talking calmly will help," he suggested. "We'll just open the door and--"
 No need to open the door, because it came flying toward them at that moment. Jynnia screamed and Trentley pulled her out of its path. It crashed into the sink, cracking the enamel, and then bounced onto the wall, puncturing it. And there where the door should have been stood Grandma: now covered in fur and sporting sharp claws on her fingers. She ripped the glasses from her nose-turned-snout and tossed them to the floor.
 "Grandma!" Jynnia exclaimed in the same tone that one would use to scold a toddler.
 "I haven't eaten all day, you know," Grandma said, creeping toward them. "And those cookies were ruined when you so foolishly threw them on the floor." Her gaze switched from Jynnia to Trentley. She licked her lips.
 "No!" Jynnia stepped in front of him and held her hands out. "Grandma, just think for a minute. This isn't you. You're my grandma, not a wolf."
 "What's wrong with being both?" She didn't take her eyes off Trentley. She took a few slow steps forward, and then she pounced.
 Jynnia screamed and Trentley shoved her out of the way. He ducked just in time to avoid Grandma's lunge, and he and Jynnia scrambled out the doorless door.
 "What do we do?" Jynnia cried as they ran down the hall. "We can't leave her like this!"
 "We've got to get that necklace," Trentley said.
 Grandma came barreling down the hallway toward them, running on all fours. Trentley and Jynnia entered the kitchen, and Jynnia opened the cupboards
 "What are you doing?" Trentley cried. Now was not the time for a snack.
 Jynnia looked wildly around."We've got to feed her or she'll never calm down! And she'll eat you," she said. Glancing over at the counter, she saw a package of frozen chicken  that Grandma must have been thawing for dinner.
 Grandma burst into the kitchen, her claws scratching everything they touched. She growled when she saw them standing there. "Hold still, you juicy hunk of flesh," she hissed at Trentley.
 "Grandma, look." Jynnia took the chicken out of the package and held it out in front of her. Blood and water dripped from the raw meat onto the floor, but she hoped that made it look more enticing to her wolf-grandma.
 It must have been working, as Grandma began to drool.
 "Here." Jynnia tossed a chicken leg to her, and grimaced as her grandma slurped it down like a spaghetti noodle. Jynnia stepped forward a few inches, holding the next piece of chicken out. Trentley followed her and began edging around Grandma, whose attention was no longer on him but the chicken.
 "Good chicken, huh?" Jynnia said, her hands shaking. If this went wrong it could all be over. She tried not to imagine Grandma sucking Trentley down like she had that chicken leg.
 She made eye contact with Trentley, who was now behind Grandma. Jynnia gave the slightest nod and tossed the chicken to Grandma, who lunged for it. At the same instant Trentley grabbed the chain of the necklace and yanked.
 The chain broke, and the jewel went flying through the air. Trentley almost fell over his own feet to catch it, and shoved it in his pocket. Out of sight, out of mind.
 Grandma whimpered, and then before Jynnia's eyes she began to change back into the kind old grandma Jynnia knew and loved. On her hands and knees, she shook her head and rubbed her eyes. "What's happened?" she mumbled, and Jynnia was beyond happy to hear her grandma's real voice again. No cold. No growling.
 "Grandma!" Jynnia fell to her knees and threw her arms around Grandma.
 "Dear child, what have I done?" Grandma hugged her back, but then pulled away. "Where are my glasses? I can't even see your beautiful face."
 "I, uh, think you lost them in the bathroom," Jynnia said. "Are you feeling better?"
 "Yes, I think so, although I'll feel even better if you can tell me what just happened!" She turned around to face Trentley and squinted. "Trentley! I meet you for the first time and I try to eat you! What kind of a hostess am I?"
 "That's all right, ma'am," Trentley said. "You weren't yourself."
 "Please tell me what happened," Grandma said.
 "We will," Jynnia promised, helping her grandmother to her feet. "Although it's kind of a long story." She looked at Trentley. "We have got to find the rest of those jewels."

      ***

Lol, if it's not Trentley or Jynnia turning into an animal, it's somebody else. xD These guys just can't catch a break.

I realized while writing this one that I'm not certain what world I want these to be taking place in. Obviously it's a universe where magic is thought to be pretend, since people don't believe that these fairytales actually happened. But I'm not sure whether I want it to be our modern-day world, or maybe a more simplistic world, without the technology? Or maybe the real world in the past? (Okay, suddenly falling in love with the idea of 1940's fairytale retellings...) I don't if any of that made sense, but if you understood, tell me your thoughts!

Also, Christine inspired me to start a Pinterest board for these stories! You can find that HERE. There's not much to it yet, but stay tuned!

On a different note, is anybody else panicking yet because NaNo is less than two months away??? That's kind of crazy. Actually, no, that's REALLY crazy. I can't believe it's already been almost a year since I started Roots to Claim and won my first NaNo. o.o Time flies. But I'm super excited about THIS NaNo and I MIIIGHT be planning on writing the first book of Trentley and Jynnia's series this November?? *whistles and strolls away*

Also, I just want to say THANK YOU to everyone who read my story on Havok this week and left the sweetest comments! This was the first story I've had published since I was thirteen, and it was so surreal experiencing that again. And this time I had you guys to support me, so it was THAT much better.

To treat myself that day, I bought this gorgeous book of fairytales! Isn't it beautiful?! *heart eyes*


That's all for today! Thank you guys so much for reading and I hope you enjoyed it!

What time/world do you think these stories should take place in? Are you getting excited/terrified about NaNoWriMo? How's your fall going so far? (even if isn't actually technically fall yet and I just like to pretend it is because September)


Tuesday, September 17, 2019

FLY -- I HAVE A STORY ON HAVOK TODAY!

Hi guys! I'm just popping in today to share something very exciting: I have a short story on Havok today!!


Of course I already announced this weeks ago, but I wanted to remind you that if you're not a paid subscriber to Havok, you can only read my story TODAY! So hop on over and read Fly, which is inspired by a song from the 70s! Leave your guesses on the song on the Havok website, and while you're at it go ahead and subscribe because it's only like $5 and why not?


Thank you guys for reading! I'm so, so excited to be sharing this with you all and I hope you enjoy! :D