Author has written 6 stories for General, Fantasy, Mythology, Friendship, Life, and Young Adult.
05/10/08: So it's been a while. Life has taken over my leisure time, and I'm not so free to do whatever I want with my time. I want to finish chapter eleven of IiC this Thanksgiving weekend, so they'll be an update there. I'm working as hard as I can to finish it off, I promise.
05/08/30: It the end of August and of course IiC is hardly done - but I do have a rather busy life (not to mention I am a fully fledged member of P.U.T. - Procrastinators Unite Tomorrow), and I can't always write when I want to. I am trying to wrap this story up, but it's not really co-operating very well. Next chapter should be up early September.
The Highwayman is still a project, though I am, for now, putting it on hold until IiC is completed. If I feel the sudden urge to work on it in between IiC and my life, I'll post it up here. Corrupted Circus is still on extended hiatus and will not even be approached before IiC is finished.
School year is starting up very soon, although this shouldn't really impede my progress any, since I have several bird courses in which I can ignore the teacher and work on something else instead.
If you wish to e-mail me, for whatever reason, feel free to send it to the above address. I will read it and respond, however, the subject of the e-mail has to be a clear enough indication that you are not a mindless spammer so I don't accidently delete your e-mail. Oh, I'm really very nice. Don't be shy. ;-)
Real Name: Eden.
Hobbies: composing pieces on the violin and piano, singing, writing, drawing, even if I can't necissarily do all those things.
Fav. Bands: Evanescence, Lacuna Coil, Collide, Nightwish, Trsitania, The Gathering, Garbage, Leaves' Eyes, Within Temptation, L'Ame Immortelle, Opeth, Apocalypitica, Therion, Dead Can Dance
Song of the Moment: Baying of the Hounds - Opeth - Album - Ghost Reveries
Song I'm Listening to: Angels Fall First - Nightwish - Album - Angels Fall First
Fav. Actor(s): Johnny Depp, Salma Hayek, Catherine Zeta-Jones, Antonio Banderas, Anthony Hopkins, Gary Oldman, Judy Bloom, Audrey Hepburn
Fav. Movies: The Grimm Brother's Snow White, Chocolat, The Shinning, Bram Stoker's Dracula, Benny and Joon, The Count of Monte Cristo, Amelie, Seven Years in Tibet, Corpse Bride, The Nightmare Before Christmas
Fav. Books: Anything by Tamora Pierce, the House of the Scorpion by Nacy Farmer, A girl named diasater by Nancy Farmer, I Capture the Castle by Doddie Smith, Ascending by James Allen Garder, the Book of Dreams by O.R. Melling, the Neverending Story by Michael Ende, the Legend of Sleepy Hollow by I Don't Know Who, Blood and Chocolate by Annette Curtis-Clause, Silvie and Bruno by Lewis Carroll, A Great and Terrible Beauty by Libba Bray, the Haunting of Alaizabel Cray by Chris Wooding, The Tea Rose by Jennifer Donnelly, A Northern Light by Jennifer Donnelly and of course I am sadly obsessed with Harry Potter.
Fav. Saying(s)that change from time to time:
"'Rawar grrruuerrr rraghaaarrrr' - those are my favourite, er, technical death metal lyrics."
"The less there is of somehing, the faster it goes."
"If voting could actually change things, it would be illegal."
"Anything is possible except skiing through a revoving door."
I love rewiews. Every author loves reviews. Healthy critisism helps a writer to get better. Every review I get makes me very happy, and I usually tend to review people who were kind enough to review me.
A lot of people go out and read stories without really appreciating the amount of effort that a writer puts into that piece. When I got my first review I was so happy that someone had acctually read my story and thought it was good. What I loved best about this reviewer was that in later chapters she found errors for me to correct. I thought this was the greatest thing in the world, that someone had taken the time to correct me on my mistakes.
Every single person who writes any kind of story has incredible talent, even if they can't see it themselves. To have an idea, then act upon it, putting it down on paper, forming the words, takes a great amount of skill. It also takes a great amount of courage for an amateur writer (who we all are) to upload a story and display it for the world to see. I don't feel completely comfortable letting my friends and family read my story. Hell, I don't even like telling people what it's about. I've gotten over that insecurity slightly, all thanks to my amazing sister who totally believes in me, feeding my self esteem from practically nothing to enough to post my stories here. Flamers, in my eyes, destroy what self esteem people have.
So if you read all of what I just said, ignoring my little tangents, you will hopefully learn something. And just in case you didn't quite catch it all, I will say it here, in plain English, with no frills attached.
To become a great writer, you don't necissarily need amazing writing talent, or the best vocabulary. You need three things.
I think number three is the most important. If people don't help you realise your errors, you will never get better at writing. You will stay at the same ability level, never expanding your horizons past what you previously have knowledge of.
Before I say adios, I would like to say something else.
Give back to new writers what more experienced writers gave to you when you first started. Change it around it suit the person you're talking to. Think about the most amazing piece of advice you ever received and share it with the world. Accept amazing pieces of knowledge.
And always remember that the road to becoming a writer is a two way street. Don't become so self-absorbed that you don't notice those talented writers sailing by you with advice that may come in handy some day. So good luck everyone, safe driving. That road is also a very bumpy one - take special care to watch out for potholes, avoid accidents, and try not to run into any ditches, no matter how slppery the road is at the time.
Insoluble in Cacophony
This is my 'experimental works', originally created to explore my knowledge of first person writing. The story starts by De introducing an event that happened a few years before (the prologue is based off a real occurance between a real-life Holiday and myself - it descends into fiction from there on in). From there the story begins to relay circumstances involving Holiday, from all of the main character's point of views (though mostly from the wonderfully sarcastic Demarie). It's kind of like a modern Alice in Wonderland. Just as 'insane' too. Actually has no solid plot (despite what people seem to think)...it tends to morph as it suits me (which, by the way, I do not recommend as a writer and a reader). In the end we have De in the Horrors of High School.
Next chapter: 20 percent completed.
I started writing this in the summer of 2004, when I was trapped in Nova Scotia with nothing but a pad of paper, a pen, and many CDs. I had wanted to write a story that mixed ancient Greek mythology with Victorian age England, and this is the result.
It's written from the first person point of view of Charlotte, occasionally switching to the third person point of view of Gaea. I have about five chapters written out somewhere, but as you can see I've only had the time to type out two. It's going to be a long story with a very sharp plot.
Next chapter: 0 percent completed.
Wings of Mythology
This story was originally written for the Guelph Grand River Life Short Story contest. It was thrown together about five days before the due date (which was missed). Not the greatest thing I have ever written, but I love it for it's simplicity. The meaning of the story is deep and moving.
Hearts of Glass
These are relationship poems, written from my personal experiences. Please Forgive Me is a plead for forgivness after I did something stupid that I regretted later, something that hurt a good friend of mine. Not So Black and White was nwely added. It's about confusion within a relationship, and that's all there is to it really. It's pretty self-explanitory.
This is a poem that didn't fit in with Hearts of Glass so it got it's very own story. I love this poem. It's based off a journal entry that was written at one o'clock in the morning after I got back froma grunge metal concert. The poem istelf was written while my geography teacher was saying something up at the front of the room and I, as usual, wasn't paying attention.
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