Thursday, November 21, 2013

Withdrawal from the Writer's High

It’s become a vicious cycle.

I open my writing program and manage to spit a few words out. But then I start thinking: Oh, no. I have two psychology packets due Thursday. I have a biology test on Friday. I have a composition paper to edit by Wednesday. I have a speech Monday. I have to work tomorrow and I’m going to get started writing tonight and want to write tomorrow but won’t be able to because it’ll be busy.

I cannot find the time. When I do, the stress overwhelms me and I short-circuit, finding my way to YouTube and laughing at videos for the next few hours. I’m shocked I’m even forcing myself to write this.

Thing is, when I go a long time without writing, I start to experience withdrawal. When I write, I feel like I’m dreaming while I’m awake. A movie is playing out in my head for what I’m writing. It’s the greatest feeling I know. I begin to daydream simply about the feeling rather than the writing itself. I found myself doing it during my drive to school this morning.

I want to feel it again, but I can’t. It’s terrible. I don’t have the time. I miss my heart pounding as I write out an argument or a fight scene, the smile as I write a happy scene or a humorous scene.

It’s been a year since I truly felt like that. God, I miss it. Maybe for Thanksgiving break and Christmas break I can feel it again. It’s depressing me, truly. I love my classes, I love making money at work and being productive in those aspects. But making no writing progress is depressing. I would write in the little bitty frames of time I have, but that’s not really fair to the characters since the writing is shotty.

Anyway, I just wanted to spit out my depression regarding the writing, since I haven’t posted here since August. I want to get back to blogging sometime too. I meant to participate in NaNo, but I barely got 2,000 words. Man.

Lol. Enough! Okay. I hope you all have a great Thanksgiving, and if I don’t post again by then, have a Merry Christmas! I’ll surely post by the New Year. Until next time! Hopefully I have some words by then!

Thursday, August 15, 2013

BRT: The Stone Kingdom by Danielle E. Shipley [ARC]

The Stone Kingdom (The Wilderhark Tales, Book 2)
Title: The Stone Kingdom
Author: Danielle E. Shipley
Number of Pages: 179
Rating: 5/5!
Date to-be Published: September 20, 2013
“Love and prince,
Both true, wed rose of white in realm of stone;
For blood begins,
But naught can be put right by blood alone.”

One thoughtless act is all it takes to bring the curse threatened on Rosalba’s christening day to pass. Now the princess must combine her desperate determination with the service of benevolent tailor Edgwyn Wyle to find the second half of the key to her kingdom’s restoration.

<> ~ <> ~ <>

An enchantress’s curse turns a spoiled royal into a beast; a princess’s pricked finger places her under a hundred-year spell; bales of straw are spun as golden as the singing harp whisked down a giant beanstalk – all within sight of Wilderhark, the forest that’s seen it all.

You’ve heard the stories – of young men scaling rope-like braids to assist the tower-bound damsel; of gorgeous gowns appearing just in time for a midnight ball; of frog princes, and swan princes,and princes saved from drowning by maidens of the sea. Tales of magic. Tales of adventure. Most of all, tales of true love.

Once upon a time, you knew them as fairytales. Know them now as Wilderhark’s.
Ah, Danielle has done it again. *Slow claps* I swear, she must take classes on how to twist all of these words into clever incantations and riddles! Either that, or she is the teacher. Well-rounded characters, ingenious pace and plot, and twists at all the right turns are my favorite. The author excels in all of these areas, and her descriptions are beautifully vivid.
Something else I want to take into account is the cover. It's so much brighter than the cover of The Swan Prince, and for good reason. The debut book of this series had a dark, mysterious tone to it while this one was an adventure of soul-searching for open-minded, heart-on-her-wrist Princess Rosalba. Danielle has an incredible artist, to say the least.
Let's talk about Edgwyn for a second. A lot of research was put into this, I'm certain, regarding Edgwyn Wyle's love for fabric. His character is so lovable! He has a great love for animals and a heart of gold is the best thing Rosalba could have, given her standpoint for a majority of the book. He's completely selfless, clever, and kind. I definitely hope to see more of him in later books.
Another skill Danielle has is voice. She wrote from several different perspectives in this installment, and each one sang of its own independent feelings and thoughts. That's something all writers struggle with, and she makes it seem effortless.
She also takes real life experiences and morphs them into a fairytale, something I can see many readers learning from. At the same time, she weaves true, already-existing fairytale scenarios into the writing, and I LOVE IT. Every time I would spy such a happening, I had to stop for a minute just to absorb it.
The Wilderhark Tales are all about learning morals. How to be honest, to respect oneself, to be brave enough to face any threat for the ones you care about. It's beautiful, really. It makes you wish the Wilderhark Forest was a real pace, despite the anarchwitches!
Honestly, I can't find anything to rag on here. Perhaps a little bit more explanation was needed for a few minor details of the book, but it wasn't enough to detract from the story whatsoever. Being that I don't want to spoil anything, I'll leave the review off here. Please, get your hands on The Swan Prince as well as this when it's released.
Another thank you to Danielle for giving lucky-ol'-me an ARC for this amazing installment!

Wednesday, August 14, 2013

Writing World Wednesday: Why Novels Don't Have Pictures

Currently reading: Miss Peregrine's Home For Peculiar Children by Ransom Riggs. (By the way, the name Ransom is kind of cool. Is it a pseudonym? I wouldn't be surprised.)

I am 95 pages into this book, and I am truly enjoying it. I spied quite a few reviews where people were displeased with the book due to the misleading cover and summary. Well, I raise you this question: don't all readers know better than to trust the cover? Either way, I'm enjoying it for its story, not because of what its eerie cover promises.

Now, covers mean pictures; and pictures raise another question: If we have a picture, why do we need to describe anything? Description is a crucial element for any writer to use and configure into their writing to give readers the same image that the writer has in mind. This book has photographs interlaced throughout the entire story, and instead of being enraptured by them, they're annoying.

They are wasting ink. Riggs specifically describes exactly what is on the picture before you see it. Let me give you an example:

"He loved guns so much that sometimes he even slept with them. My dad had an old snapshot to prove it: Grandpa Portman napping with a pistol in hand." (Page 27)

 Page 28 is a photograph of a man sleeping with a pistol in his hand.

...Why did we need the photograph when it was specifically explained? It takes away from the writing and distracts us from the story for a moment to examine the photograph. It's unnecessary. Novels are all about the wordsmithery, not the photography like younger books.

It could be just me. Yet I just feel as though this is the possible #1 reason novels do not have pictures woven into the text: unnecessary distraction. Your opinions and thoughts?

Saturday, August 10, 2013

Interview Saturday: With IRIS CLEARWATER, invited by Kimberly Kay!

When the curtains open, our black-haired, violet-eyed host is already sitting in a chair leaned back with his arms folded. With what seems to be a great effort, he smiles out to the audience, and gets straight to the point. “Welcome back to Interview Saturday, after a brief hiatus,” he begins. “I’m your host, Fortune Treston, and our latest interviewee is Iris Clearwater, who can be found blogging about her adventures at on her blog here hosted by Kimberly Kay.”
Iris Clearwater was born with super powers. Or rather, super LAME powers. Let's be honest, how useful is it to have it rain every time you blink? That's right. Every. Time. To compensate for her obnoxious powers, Iris spends a lot of her time alone in her basement, hacking--I mean, surfing the internet--and looking up information on supers who actually have useful powers. She may or may not actively stalk attractive hunk, Sonic Boom (she's the president of his fan club). With his sparkly gold cape, and matching smile, she knows it’s a love meant to be. If she could just find out his secret identity and arrange a happenstance meeting, that is.
Said happenstance meeting unexpectedly occurs when Iris and Sonic are kidnapped by Evil Evil (the most redundant of the super villains). It's the first step in a journey that will not only give Iris a chance to meet her idol, but take her down an unexpected path lined with villains much less redundant, and much more evil than Evil Evil.
Fortune motions Iris out from behind the curtains, observing the girl only a little younger than him, and folds his hands. Iris skips across the stage. When she’s seated, he hops straight to it. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Iris--"
"Pleasure's all mine! It's fantastic to get out and about!" She peers eagerly around the room with bright, hazel eyes, not in the least disappointed that she can't see past the bright lights to the audience presumably sitting somewhere out there. She folds her hands on her lap and turns attentively back to Fortune.
Fortune raises an eyebrow at the interruption and clears his throat. "So you’ve had these superpowers since birth?”
She snorts. "If you can call them 'powers', then sure, yeah. I mean, it was different when I was small. It would always be kind of misty around me when I was a baby--it was only as I got older that my powers actually condensed enough to fall as rain. As if that makes any sense, right?"
“It’s my own morbid curiosity that leads me to inquire as to whether the duration of your blinks determines the intensity of the resulting rain. The longer the blink, the more rain?”
"Sounds about right." Ruffling her long brown hair, Iris leans back. "I'd show you, but since we're indoors, that won't work too well. But yes, basically, the faster I blink, the more rain. The harder I blink, the bigger the drops. Still haven't found much of a use for it--regardless of my slight ability to control it. I can't make it stop, though I hear rumor that when I sleep there's nothing. That would be useful if I were, you know, actually awake to enjoy it."
Fortune gives a slow nod, restraining a comment about how irritating something like that would be. “I see. Hm.” He shifts to cross his legs. He begins, “This Sonic Boom. How do all of the gifted people in your world find each other? Is it a secret society, a school dedicated to all of you? How does it work? In the case of the latter, do villains attend?”
Mimicking Fortune, Iris also crosses her legs. "I don't know how it is around the country. For me personally, I never attended a super school or anything like that--though some of my online friends like Issac say such schools do, indeed, exist. For me personally, it took a while to realize I even had powers, and when I realized they were quite useless, I didn't bother with the school track. Heroes like Sonic--" Her eyes go misty at his mere mention, "Might have training. From what I've been able to dig up about him though, Sonic came out of nowhere. After learning about super schools from Issac, I hacked--er, googled--some of the school records. Never came across Sonic's name. I think he must have been self taught. As for the villains, I assume they go to school, you know, before they decide to turn evil."  
“Surely you’re going to have a secret identity,” Fortune declares. “The aliases Sonic Boom, Evil Evil… What are you going to choose for yourself?” He delivers a small smile. Seeing where this is going, Iris rolls her eyes. “No matter how ‘lame’ your superpower may appear, its worth will reveal itself in the future. I’m certain of it.” He pauses. “Do you choose the names yourself, or does someone else choose for you?”
"I can't say anything about my powers revealing their use in the future. I mean, sure there was that one time I was able to save Sonic and me with them, but that was more of a happenstance than anything else. My powers haven't grown much since I stopped growing. As for the hero names, according to one Mirabel Watson, whose articles can be found on my own blog and my friend Ruby's, the supers tend to acquire names due to their looks or powers or what have you. That explains why they're generally generic, and, I'll be honest, uncreative. Sonic Boom, though I love his name, has fallen prey to this sort of thing--I mean, the guy's power is to fly so fast he creates Sonic Booms! So I suppose the name just kind of sticks. As for the villains, I know when they make their first appearance, they usually announce themselves and declare names and all that. Evil Evil--not sure what his deal was, but I think he was trying to come up with a creative way to explain just how evil his evil is. And, I mean, what's more evil, then evil that is evil--if that makes any sense.
"As for myself, I'm not sure what name the public would give me. The Raindrop Rebel? Stormy Eyes? Uh... I have no idea. I know my name, "Iris" is derived from the goddess of rain and rainbows or something, so maybe someone would throw something cliche about that in there. I actually haven't planned a name for myself just yet--though I should! As I plan to be helping Sonic more in the future, a fake name will be necessary."
"I think it would be nice to do something with your name," Fortune comments offhandedly. “Where did you learn to ‘surf’ the internet?” he then inquires, making quotes with his fingers. “Something self-taught, or an outside influence? Are one of your parents skilled with technology?
Iris blushes. "Well when you spend as much time indoors as I do, you find ways to... entertain yourself. I like staying informed. You could say it was pretty much self taught--after a few online courses in computer programming, and some help from google it was mostly guess work. As for my parents." She uncrosses her legs, her shoulders hunching slightly. "My dad was brilliant with computers and things. But I don't really see them much anymore so... Yeah."
“Do they have powers as well?” He frowns in a hint of concern.                                                              
“What sort of a work ethic do you have?” Fortune asks, either unaware or ignoring his creator’s glare for getting too formal. “Do you do well in school? Badly? Do you like to have things done on time, or procrastinate?”
Iris snorts. "My grades are marvelous as long as I remember to turn my homework in on time. It's not that school is hard, just sort of a waste. Nothing seems applicable to the girl who will always be working out of her basement, you know? Not even flipping burgers works for me, as I doubt any business would appreciate the constant rain I drag with me."
For once, he chuckles softly. “I would imagine not. What is your dream superpower, then?”
Her eyes brighten and she sits up straight. "I think flying would be glorious, but all of the supers can do that, and I'd want something unique! Invisibility would be freakishly awesome. I know a lot of people don't like it, because they're afraid of what they'd overhear behind their back and stuff, but I have like, zippo friends to spy on, and hacking--er, surfing the internet--is about the same thing as being invisible, so it'd like being me without being stuck in one place. I'd make the best spy in the world! Think of all the stuff I could learn!"
Seeming a bit loathe to ask this question, though he can feel his creator’s eyes burning into his neck, Fortune sighs. He then asks, “What makes Sonic Boom so charming that you decided to become President of his fan club?” He then proceeds to wonder, What does it matter?
"Sonic Boom?" With a huge breathy sigh that leaves Iris once again misty eyed, she says, "How could anyone NOT want to follow him? I mean, the whole "President of his fan club" thing is sort of a self appointed job title--hey! No one else had claimed it yet!" She drops her chin into her hand and offers an insipid smile. "I guess the best thing about Sonic is that he's not in any of this for the glory. He legitimately cares about people. I mean, if you've seen him on the news, he's always there to save the day, and then gone again before the press can contact him. He's adorably shy!"
Finally, a small smile from our host. His favorite part of an interview: general questions. “Iris, it must get stressful with the constant rain. How do you alleviate stress?”
Rolling her eyes, she leans back on two legs of her chair. "Oh, the usual. Ice cream. Chocolate. Hiding in my basement for a hundred years and living through cyber space."
“Barring your superpower, what would you say are your greatest strengths and weaknesses? It can range anything from dexterity to sloppy handwriting.”
She flashes a smile. "Well, I know I've got a knack for learning information most people can't get a hold of. I think that's a strength, but some people consider it obnoxious--so perhaps a weakness. Those are the same people that tell me I suck in all social situations, but hey, that's what happens when you live under a rock."
“Being obnoxious is a strength and a weakness both," he responds. "Depends on how you use it. Final question,” Fortune declares, leaning forward in his seat. Noting the seriousness of the moment, Iris falls back to all fours and leans forward as well. “As per the interview guidelines… Where do you see yourself in five years?”
Iris blushes. "Well, I'd like to imagine that by that time I'd have graduated from my online school, and have found someone to settle down with. Someone who can see between the raindrops, and stay by my side--no matter how obnoxious I may or may not be, with or without powers." She looks at her toes, then back up to Fortune and flashes a smile. To lighten the mood, she jokes, "That, and perhaps I'll be the CEO of Sonic Boom's fan club." 
"Perhaps so. I wish you the best of luck." Fortune rises from his seat and steps over to Iris, holding out a hand for hers and smiling at her. “That’s all our time for today,” he says as she stands. “Thanks so much for joining us, and thank you,” he directs to the audience. “Again, you can all visit Iris at her blog here. Meanwhile, I’ll be taking Miss Clearwater out to lunch.” He thinks ruefully, With my own money, as my creator won’t lend me any.
Iris bounces on her heals. "I know this fantastic little Chinese place--or at least, I order take out from there all the time. We could even get you a FORTUNE cookie!" She laughs at her own lame joke.
Fortune forces out a laugh for her sake, as though he's never heard that one before; though his creator is cackling uncontrollably offstage. “Thank you again, Iris. See you all next time!” Perhaps hoping he won’t, Fortune doesn’t look at the audience again as he leads Iris offstage, taking his (plump) wallet out with his free hand.

Friday, August 9, 2013

Cover Reveal!! THE STONE KINGDOM by Danielle E. Shipley!

An enchantress’s curse turns a spoiled royal into a beast;
A princess’s pricked finger places her under a hundred-year spell;
Bales of straw are spun as golden as the singing harp whisked down a giant beanstalk –
All within sight of Wilderhark, the forest that’s seen it all. 

You’ve heard the stories –
of young men scaling rope-like braids to assist
the tower-bound damsel; of gorgeous gowns
appearing just in time for a midnight ball;
of frog princes, and swan princes,
and princes saved from drowning by maidens of the sea.

Tales of magic. Tales of adventure. Most of all, tales of true love.

Once upon a time, you knew them as fairytales.
Know them now as Wilderhark’s.
<> ~ <> ~ <>
Love and prince,
Both true, wed rose of white in realm of stone;
For blood begins,
But naught can be put right by blood alone.”
One thoughtless act is all it takes to bring the curse threatened
on Rosalba’s christening day to pass. Now the princess must combine
her desperate determination with the service of benevolent tailor Edgwyn Wyle
to find the second half of the key to her kingdom’s restoration.
Full Title: “The Stone Kingdom (Book Two of The Wilderhark Tales)
ISBN: 978-0-9891846-1-8
Genre: Young Adult Fairytale
Length: Novella (179 pages)
Release Date: September 20th, 2013
Future availability: Paperback ( and eBook ( and
About the Author:
Danielle E. Shipley’s first novelettes told the everyday misadventures of wacky kids like herself. …Or so she thought. Unbeknownst to them all, half of her characters were actually closeted elves, dwarves, fairies, or some combination thereof. When it all came to light, Danielle did the sensible thing: Packed up and moved to Fantasy Land, where daily rent is the low, low price of her heart, soul, blood, sweat, tears, firstborn child, sanity, and words; lots of them. She’s also been known to spend short bursts of time in the real-life Chicago area with the parents who home schooled her and the two little sisters who keep her humble. When she’s not living the highs and lows of writing young adult novels, she’s probably blogging about it at

I don't know about the rest of you, but I am so excited and so honored to give you this! I absolutely loved The Swan Prince, and The Stone Kingdom is just gonna be amazing. The cover is so beautiful! Danielle's artist always does such a great job and keeping everything accurate to the smallest detail. Not to mention the colors, and just the fairytale vibe from it.

Ahh, so exciting! Be on the lookout for the release of The Stone Kingdom! Also, check in next week for my review of this lovely gem of literacy! 

Monday, August 5, 2013

Random Monday: Letdowns and Vacations

*Shrugs* C'est la vie.

Vacations aren't good on inborn procrastinators. You know very well with me rambling about my tendency to push things off... I've had two vacations recently, one for my birthday and one for a trip I was supposed to have. Both were soured.

The birthday didn't go as expected, as a lot of people I know forgot (despite it being on their Facebook feeds), as well as a few other reasons. Let's just say my wallet is hurting right now. Also, I was meant to have a writing retreat on my birthday; as I did last year. It was cancelled last minute. ): The trip I was meant to take on the second vacation didn't happen either...

So, yeah. While vacations aren't good on inborn procrastinators, letdown-vacations probably aren't that great either. At the same time, forcing a work ethic on procrastinators isn't that great either. Keeping up on blog posts during the school year (seventeen days...) isn't something I'm good at, so while I promise to keep up; don't believe it.

Procrastinators also break promises when they don't want or mean to. :/

This sort of seems like a depressing post, but I'm not really depressed. The only reason I've really got to depressed is the fact I ate an entire bag of chips on my own yesterday for no reason.

I need something to make this happier... Here, have a sleeping lion.

By the way, there's going to be an INTERVIEW SATURDAY this weekend!!

Wednesday, July 17, 2013

3W: All Writers Are Insecure

Yeah, it's true.

Published, unpublished, untried, tried, experienced, inexperienced, pros, beginners.


One of my best friends told me the other day, "I'm in that stage where I feel like no one is going to like my writing," when she's one of the best I know! Another told me, "I'm thinking about self-publishing a novella, because I want to introduce the world of my novel before I actually release it." For another, "I world-build too much; and I don't have the writing to compensate for it."

We all have our fair share of problems. The thing is, we CANNOT let this insecurity overtake us. It's for this reason Alex J. Cavanaugh started the Insecure Writers' Support Group (that I really wish I could re-join), and it's one of the most effective methods I've seen of helping insecure writers.

In my opinion, it's okay to be irrational if you're feeling insecure. Take a moment to imagine your book becoming a movie one day. Imagine the great reviews you're going to get. Get into a mindset that a majority of people are going to love your work (but don't let this become a permanent thought). Do what you need to do to get out of your rut, but don't let it go to your head. Confide in a friend. (Join the IWSG!)

Sometimes I think all writers, and other people who have similar work, need a reminder: you're not the only one feeling this way. There are others out there just like you, and you can go find them and encourage each other. Not only will it help them, but you'll feel better about yourself.

So I say this to you now: We are insecure. I'm insecure. So when you're feeling that way, seek someone out. You're sure to find someone with an open ear or a shoulder to lean on!

Monday, July 15, 2013

Random Monday: What If...?

I've been watching a LOT of Gordon Ramsay stuff lately. Here's the thing. It's Kitchen Nightmares, and he goes around to these restaurants that are currently failing. He figures out the problem and screams and curses at them helps them get back on their feet.

I had an idea pop into my head, of a beautiful, magical fantasy-land.

What if there were a restaurant, or café, for writers?

Imagine: Walking down the street when you catch a glimpse of a sign for a new café on the corner, urging you to bring your own flash drive (but it's okay if you don't!). As soon as you walk inside the doors, small square tables with some sort of elaborate color design are shuffled throughout the area.

But on each a tablet (which is attached to prevent theft). These tablets only have two programs: Scrivener or Microsoft Word. As if that wasn't cool enough, there are USB ports to use to save your progress after you've had your food or drank your coffee. Forget a flash drive? That's okay, they sell them at the counter!

Did I mention, for any writers on the staff, there are a few tablets behind the counter? Working, waiting for a coffee to brew, an idea pops into your head--type it down on the tablet--voila! You don't have to worry about forgetting it.

In the back of the patron's area, the linoleum turns to carpet, and a few armchairs are settled around a bookcase that has a few classics, a few recent releases, and a few books on agents and publishers. (Barcoded to prevent theft.)

Each month, either an agent or an author comes in for questions or a book signing.

Come on, why hasn't this happened yet? Is this not a GREAT idea?! What would you call the restaurant? The only thing that pops into mind for me is to rip the name from AgentQueryConnect, Query Corner, where writers go for critiques on query letters.

Have a great Monday!

Monday, July 8, 2013

Random Monday: In Their Shoes?

Your alarm clock rings. You get up and go through your morning routine, and finally catch a glance in the mirror. not right. You look like you, but at the same time, you don't. What's going on? Next thing you know, everyone is calling you by a different name. Then you realize:

You're being called the name of the MC in your book!

How do you react? How many of you are getting genderbent? (okay, that's not relevant, but.) Also, think about this: You have prior knowledge of the timeline and chain of events.

Knowing what your MC will likely face, how do you react? Would you change the way some things would happen in order to keep yourself from facing their tragedies? What would you do if you woke up one morning as the main character of your story?

Saturday, July 6, 2013

Interview Saturday: With LEAH/SEVEN from MARKED by Z.G. Writer!!

A rather moody-looking male exits out onto the stage. His light brown hair reflects the light to look golden, and highlights his blue-green eyes. He examines the audience for a while, and then breaks into a grin, his moodiness vanishing in an instant.

“Well, here we are. Welcome to the second Interview Saturday. I’m your host, Zade Ramsy, and our next topic of interview is the interesting Leah of Marked, by Z.G.Writer! Please visit her blog via the hyperlink.” He holds a hand out as a girl, considerably shorter than him with brown hair extending down her back, walks out from the opposite end of the stage. “For your convenience, here’s a brief description about where Leah comes from and who she is.”

Leah is a 17-year-old girl who hailed from the proud Hunting Lands…before she was taken away by Dirigeant, the new government of the Southern Hills. Thrown into a life she is forced to live, Leah comes off as a studious and subservient ward of the State after they killed her parents. All children taken in the manner that Leah is taken in receive something called a Mark on their body, which becomes their identification. When they hit 18, they’re forced into a life of servitude to Dirigeant, either to a legal citizen or to some branch of government. However, all is not what it appears. Leah makes a drastic and desperate decision to ignite a rebellion against Dirigeant when her 18th birthday nears. She hopes to take down the tyranny from the bottom up, with her ultimate goal being President David Trent’s death. But there is always a cost to something you want the most.

Leah/Seven is both the leader of the rebellion against Dirigeant, and a Marked. She doesn't remember much about either her parents or the culture of the Hunting Lands. As Leah, she usually puts off a quiet and solitary air to avoid drawing a lot of attention. In her Seven persona, as that is most of her appearances, she's cool, distant, but commands attention. She shows she has a keen and quick intellect as the story progresses.

Zade motions for Leah to sit in one of the chairs sitting on stage as he leans back in his own, arms crossed. “So, let’s get this straight: You’re the leader of a rebellion against a country you hate because of its oppression. That is an insane coincidence, because I am also part of such a rebellion…not the leader, though.” He smirks. “Just a lowly spy.”

Leah follows his lead and sits in the untaken chair, looking him over before offering a smirk of her own. "Yes, that's the basic gist of it. Dirigeant's oppression is far reaching and no one does anything to stop it. That's one of the reasons I stepped in."

“So what is it about Dirigeant? Do they just pick random families to massacre and take their kids from?” He shakes his head. “That’s really kind of sick. Almost worse than my country, whatever it is they do. Rosaria doesn’t kidnap kids. …At least, not that I know of.”

Leah sighed heavily. "No, it's not so much that as they want dominance and a work force. Anyone above the age of 13 is either killed when they resist or left alive but are forced out." She pauses, seeming to think about it. "I don't think I should say more, I have a feeling I'd get in some trouble if I did."

“Creators and their secrets, huh?” Zade grins. “I’m curious. Why the name ‘Seven’?”

Leah smiles then, one that is more genuine than her smirk before. "It's kind of a childish reason, really, but a close one to me nonetheless. I took that as a moniker when I started because I was seven years old when I was taken. That day changed a lot of lives, not just my own. When people first heard it, they didn't also really know what to make of it. The sense of mystery was kind of a nice bonus."

“Well, it’s much cooler than my nickname.” He rolls his eyes, then shifts in his seat. “Hunting Lands? Southern Hills? Give us some background.” He inclines his head, just barely, as though trying to observe her from a different angle. “Where are such places? And how did Dirigeant come into power?”

Leah brushes back some hair that had fallen into her face and adjusts her position in the chair, as if trying to counteract him. "The Hunting Lands, as was already explained, are the lands I was born, but they aren't really from your world, as I imagine. You've never heard of it, as I've never heard of Rosaria." She smiles again. "They've acted as the main source of food for the other three nations, which is likely one of the main reasons Dirigeant expanded so far there in the first place. They've almost completely taken over, save for a few villages..." She adjusts herself again and fixes her gaze on Zade, trying to get a read for him now. "The Southern Hills, as the name would imply, lays to the South and is Dirigeant's place of origin. The Southern Hills are rich with minerals and raw materials like stone, some different ores, and oil. There are two other nations, but I won't press more into the matter."

She purses her lips then, looking thoughtful. She shifts yet another time. "I have my theories of how Dirigeant was conceived, but the truth behind its formation has never been publicly released to Marked, and I doubt that it's been released to Dirigeant citizens. I do know, though, that it was formed before my time, as I grew up with a vague knowledge of it before I was kidnapped."

“Damn. At least we know, for the most part, why Rosaria is around.” He shakes his head. “Are there other groups out there besides yours? You’re pretty young…how did you gather such a following to create a full-scale rebellion?” A glimmer of respect shines in his eyes. “I doubt I could’ve done that if I tried.”

Leah nods and smiles once again, though it's a mixture of both pride and slight amusement. "There is at least one, yes, but their...activities are less pronounced than what we've been able to do. I don't have a lot of members under my command, but I wouldn't trade them for the world, I also wouldn't be where I am without them." She smirks. "Of course, I had some hard work to do to get them."

He nods. “So, tell me…do you specialize in any of the work, or do the people who work with you do most of it? My superior doesn’t do shi—” At a whack on the head from his creator, who magically appears and disappears off stage, Zade clears his throat and amends. “Doesn’t do crap. We do all the work for him.”

Leah blinks as Zade's creator appears and disappears in a flurry and laughs softly. "I do almost all the work; I am of the opinion that I should take responsibility of my cause. It's my crusade, and I don't want to force that burden onto others. If they wish of their own free will to do so, I allow it. As for specializations..." She sighed. "I'm not too proud of it, but I act as the infiltrator and main assassin. I am prepared to do so, so that others don't need to bloody their hands as I have. I am also willing to die for my cause if need be."

More than Chaos, at least, Zade thinks. “Tell me a little more about the Marked. Other than being slaves to Dirigeant, are they allowed certain things such as love, work, um…vacations? What is it that makes being a Marked so bad?”

Leah frowns then, looking a little saddened by the question. She takes a deep sigh. "Marked are basically brainwashed from whatever age they're taken in to believe that Dirigeant has saved them all from horrible lives. While there are some who believe as I do, they're either too afraid or unwilling to do something about it. Marked are only allowed work through Dirigeant, and only what Dirigeant chooses for them. They are allowed little time off, but nothing along the lines of a 'vacation'. As for love... A Marked and a citizen of Dirigeant are forbidden to have any sort of relationship other than a work-related one. Marked are allowed to have a relationship, but any child brought about is automatically made a Marked themselves upon birth and the cycle starts all over again. We have little freedom to begin with and even less when we start 'working.'"

Zade stares at her, entranced, and shakes his head sadly. He chooses not to comment, and instead asks, “Could you describe a little about this David Trent? Do you think he alone initiates all of the ill activity of Dirigeant, or if there are other people working with him directly?” 

"It's a little of both, to be honest," Leah sighs. "David has the ability, but I believe that his father's place as the first President of Dirigeant helped him in winning his election. He does have people under him though, and interacts with them to set things in motion. As for things like personal bodyguards or thugs or the like... I have yet to see such a thing."

“Breaking the fourth wall a little here.” Zade winks in general direction to the creators and audience. “Yeah, we’re much more aware than you think. You should throw us all in a chatroom sometime and let us have at it.” He clears his throat. “Anyway. Marked seems to be in a dystopian or science fiction setting. What year is it? Is this an alternate universe, or in the future? Advanced technology, or no?”

Leah chuckles a bit at the reactions from the crowd and grins. "Well, it is a bit of both, though I would lean more towards fiction as well. The year is almost 3100, it's 3094; though Marked does start at the end of the year, so it will actually progress though 3095. It is in the future, by your standards," she shoots a glance to the audience and creators," but it's more of an alternate timeline. Still Earth, still relatable type of things, but not Earth as you would recognize it. As for advanced technology, no, not so much other than the Marks and what goes along with that." She grins even more. "Sadly, no flying cars or space bars."

“Damn!” he says in disappointment. “Oh well. Fourth wall now repaired.” Zade hammers an imaginary square in front of himself. “Right. So, in the general Cantora—my rebellion—style, I’ll ask you a few lame interview questions.” He puts on a false official-looking demeanor, folding his hands together and crossing his legs. “Leah, how do you think you could help any other rebellions?” He very noticeably ignores the glare from his creator offstage. “Just…theoretically.”

Leah smirks to Zade again and offers her own attempt at being more official-looking by straightening her back and tipping her chin up. She also very noticeably ignores a very pitiable and sad look from her creator. "I tend to do a lot of...'public-speaking' in my Seven persona. I like to give what some would call 'public service announcements' to the general public and to even Dirigeant themselves, to incite their minds, as it were. In other ways, I am able to go in without being noticed and go for my kill and slip away. When and if I am discovered... I'm not so good in big fights; though I can almost usually always escape."

“I see.” He looks thoughtful, no doubt considering the fact his rebellion hasn’t made a public announcement in a while. “What are your strengths and your weaknesses? Anything from cute puppy dogs to be able to knit,” Zade adds in a tease, curious to see how she’ll react.

Leah laughs a bit, smirking in amusement. She toughens her face a bit. "My strengths, as you've likely picked up already, is that I tend to be methodical and careful about things. I don't like leaving room for error, as error in my line of work typically leads to death... or worse." She purses her lips. "I am also fast, agile, and I can usually think through what my opponent is going to do before he does it." She lets out a little sigh. "You probably want to know non-job related skills too, yes?" She smirks then. "I enjoy reading, drinking coffee, observing people and things, and I also enjoy learning in general. I enjoy knowing things, not just for what... benefit it may have for me, but also to just know and understand the world around me better."

She clears her throat. "As for weaknesses... I am not strong. If I were pitted against a male of your size and stature, I could kill him and/or be able to escape. Against a larger group though, say of soldiers, I would have to flee." She glances off stage. "A minor break in the Fourth Wall again, I would say I'm rather immature when I start my little campaign but that I am forced to mature as the story goes. Being a leader of something like this can do that to a person." She hammers an invisible square, repeating what Zade had done, and smiles back to him. "I am also not much of a people person, to be honest. I can get rather paranoid, though not to extremes, I am risk-taking, which can backfire on me, and I tend to hold a lot of grudges." She brushes some hair behind her ear. "As for... in general weaknesses, I hate really tight spaces, I've been scared of fire since I was a little girl, I hate pears, and I'm also afraid of rabbits..." She frowns and says seriously, "They're evil."

“B-bunnies?” Zade manages, covering his mouth to quash the inevitable snickers building up. “S-sure. Oh. Um.” He coughs, trying to bring himself back to professionalism. Deep breath. Calmly. “Being the leader of a rebellion is bound to be stressful. Is there any way you just take time to wind back and relax?”

Leah laughs warily. "Oh, you have no idea." She grins and says a little sarcastically, "I don't remember the last time I relaxed..." She puts a finger to her lips in mock thought. "There is a lake, within walking distance of city limits, that Marked are actually allowed to go to, when permitted of course. I've been a couple of times with my class and it is actually a rather nice place." She smiles though, very fondly. "I also like to spend time with Nathan. He's actually my right-hand in the rebellion, and my lover or whatever you'd like to call it. He's helped me through so much, I would be lost without him. Any time we get alone anymore is precious to me."

Zade nods in complete understanding. “Last question, following my last interviewer’s lead…where do you see yourself in five years?”

Leah sighs and runs a hand through her hair. "Five years is quite a bit of time..." She smirks at what she's about to say. "Hoping that all goes according to plan, excuse the cheesiness of the line, I will be successful in overthrowing Dirigeant, and will have retired to the Hunting Lands with Nathan. I would install the prior government, with changes to how they were structured to ensure Dirigeant couldn't happen again, and I would leave. It sounds harsh and cruel, but it would not be my place to just take control like that, nor do I want the glory of overthrowing the tyrants."

“And that’s the best ruler anyone could hope for.” He smiled. “That’s all we have for today.” Zade walks over to Leah and extends his hand to her. They stand, and he kisses her knuckles before waving to the audience. “Thanks so much for your time, Leah. Or Seven. I’m sure we all here wish you luck in your rebellion—I know I do. Hey, maybe when you’re done, you can help us out.” He smirks. “Just something to think about. As a request from our creators, I’m supposed to take you to get some coffee.”

Leah offers a wave to the crowd and a smile to him. "And I yours. I'd be more than happy to come and offer whatever help I could." She raises and eyebrow and grins. "Coffee sounds good right now. Besides, I'd like to get to know your side of your rebellion."

“Thank you again, Leah. And see everyone again on the next Interview Saturday!” Waving once more, Zade walks offstage with Leah. Curtains…close.

Wednesday, July 3, 2013

3W: Progress for the Sake of Progress

Ever had one of those WIPs that you're extremely excited about? You love its concept and where the plot is going, and you know how the story will conclude...but you don't want to actually sit and write it? I'm having one of those times right now.

Every time a friend asks me to participate in a 1k1hr, I force myself to work on this so I can get to the parts I really want to write. I don't know what it is about this one. There are a lot of different aspects to look at, but it seems as though I can only focus on a few particular ones.

I've gotten quite a bit of work done on this WIP, but I've noticed from the word count and my word count expectation that I need to be wrapping it up in the next 20,000 words. It seems like a lot of space, but I still have quite a few chapters to work through.

I'm sure it'll right itself in the end. Most of my WIPs are very nice to me and usually do. We'll see! I plan to have this first draft done by the end of July.


Monday, July 1, 2013

Random Monday: It Might Be the Sound of Motivation

*Listening off into the distance*

It might be the sound of all my writer buddies making me participate in 1k1hrs... Honestly, if you've never done a 1k1hr, you've never wrote like you will during one. Do it!

I hope all of you liked last week's interview Saturday. I enjoyed talking to Danielle about it and letting Ashley and Sula have at it. Their responses were so fun and, yes, Ashley and Sula still have both arms. No need to worry.

I'm actually keeping on top of the blog posts. Let's hope it stays that way. Happy Monday, everyone! Tune in this Saturday for the second-ever Interview Saturday!

Saturday, June 29, 2013

Interview Saturday: The First! With SULA from THE SWAN PRINCE

“Welcome, welcome! Welcome to the first ever… Interview Saturday!”


A brown-haired girl bounces out from behind a blue curtain onto a stage, facing the curious readers who await the first-ever character to be interviewed. Ashley holds her arms out, expecting applause, and frowns when there is none. Or maybe there is. Either way, she turns back to the curtains.

“Come on!” She spins around. “Will everyone please welcome Sula from The Swan Prince, a newly-released novella by Danielle E. Shipley! Below is the summary of The Swan Prince, and a little bit about Sula herself.”

Catching her leg in a bear trap proves the least of Sula’s worries. Haunted by an enchanted monster from a past she dare not reveal, and hounded by the perilously perceptive young village doctor, Villem Deere, the headstrong girl of the woods gambles with fate by binding hers to that of Sigmund, the captivating orphan boy with mysterious nightly business of his own.

16-year-old Sula claims to hail from Rohrburing Town, kingdom of Tipsilvren. She says her parents died before she was old enough to know them, leaving her in the care of various foster homes until her recent appearance in Wilderhark Forest. She expresses the hope that further questions steer clear of her backstory, because she’s tired of making up lies.

Sula walks onstage (with a valiant lack of limp, considering her recent encounter with the bear trap), waving like the focal point of a parade. “Hello, everyone. If you’re applauding, keep it up a little longer… yes, that will do; thank you.”

Ashley smiles and beckons Sula to a seat sitting off to the side, and grabs a chair, turning it so she leans forward against the back of the chair. “It’s nice to meet you, Sula. How’s it going?”

“My pleasure to be here, Ashley. And as far as I know, it’s going well enough.” She shrugs an unruly lock of chestnut hair off her shoulder. “I don’t pay much attention to the business side of things, once the story’s typed up. I just live it; and, well, live beyond it, of course. ‘The End’ is nothing like the end, you know.”

“Definitely not,” Ashley agrees. “So how in the world did you get caught in a bear trap? And by the by, who’s this Sigmund?”

“You know how grownups tell you not to run around with a sharp stick?” Sula says. “They should throw in a warning about running around in dark forests where people leave steel traps lying about, as well. Or they should post signs, or something. Honestly, is a big, red ‘BEWARE’ and a little picture of spring-powered metal teeth too much to ask? I doubt most bears would know the difference, and it might have spared me a world of pain! As for Sigmund…” Her eyes slide away evasively. “Oh, what to say about him? He’s a boy I met and stalked for a bit and happened to be able to relate to on… certain levels. We were traveling companions, for a good portion of the book. Anything more than that, I don’t think my publicist would be terribly happy about me discussing in detail. …Well, I suppose I can say he’s strangely beautiful. That’s allowed, right, author?” she calls offstage.

With a mischievous grin, Ashley responds, “Companions, sure. At least you’re admitting to call him beautiful.” She snickers, then nods. “This story is kind of like a fairy tale, judging by the blurb of the series itself and by the words of your author. Do you see it as a fairy tale…or nightmare? Why?”

Sula lifts an ironic eyebrow. “Who says the two need be mutually exclusive? Some old tales of the genre read like a surreal pageant of horrors. My story’s not as bad as all that, thank goodness; no murdered people’s body parts singing at me, or any such nonsense. Still, to read, it’s an obvious fairy tale. And to live... yes, I would say ‘nightmare’ sometimes applies. Dealing with a magical curse is not all sunshine and roses; more like moonshadow and thorns.”

“I’ve never heard of moonshadow, but it doesn’t sound pleasant. Nor does singing body parts…” She shies back uncomfortably at the mental image. “If you could tell or do something to your creator, what would it be? Please keep it rated G! Though if you wish you could punch her in the face, I totally sympathize. Just don’t punch me. No violence permitted on this stage!”

“Oh, I can tell her anything I want. She lives for verbal abuse from characters.” Her lips’ corners tug upward. “All right, perhaps that’s a slight exaggeration. But anything I want to tell her, she’s heard. Now, if I could do anything to her… I think I’d write her into a book or three, and see how she likes going through ‘adventures’ for the entertainment of others. Maybe I’d give her a happy ending, maybe I wouldn’t. No guarantees, the story does what it will, blah-blah-authorial-blah.”

“Well, that’d be the scary part for her,” Ashley says with a hint of sympathy. “Having no idea what sort of ending you’ll get.” After a moment, she inquires, “So, this Villem Deere guy… What’s with him? He helped you out of the trap, I’m guessing. What’s with the animosity?” Ashley grins. “Is he cute?”

“Unfortunately, yes.” Sula grimaces. “Yes, he is. And yes, he treated my injury. All of which would be all well and good, if he weren’t so sky-blasted nosey. Not all of us have the luxury of honesty, you know. Some of us have secrets to protect, which becomes far more problematic when you’ve got people like Doctor Deere trying to dissect your soul at every turn with that scalpel-sharp gaze of his.”

Ashley laughs, then says, “The story you’re in just recently released. If you could say something to the readers, what would that be?” Ashley taps her chin. “I’ve never thought about that myself… I guess I might tell them to not be jealous over my awesome power and…” She blinks at a probably glowering Sula. “Right. Sorry. Speak! Speak to your readers.” She gestures audience-ward.

“Well, if they’ve bought the book – or even just nagged their local librarians into stocking the book to be borrowed (hint, hint, audience: These are good things to do) – I would like to extend my thanks. Most of the readers have probably never been fictional characters, and so they may not know, but having your story out for sale is a big, legitimizing deal. Having total strangers in another world reading about your misfortunes makes living it more worthwhile; like, oh, good, somebody’s getting something out of this fiasco; cheers. And triumphs are made to be shared, so I like readers knowing about the good parts, too. I also like letters. It would be nice to receive some fan letters.” She peers narrowly out into the darkness beyond the stage. “I do have fans, don’t I? I’d better. I mean, I don’t know that I would necessarily get along with myself, but I would certainly be Team Sula!” Decisive nod.

I think I’m on Team Deere, Ashley decides. “Alrighty, then. Something a little in my realm. If you had a superpower, what superpower would you want? It can go as far as flying to being able to make your bed with a snap of your fingers!” Ashley snickers. “Other than the one I have, that last one would be awesome.” She catches herself before running off on another tangent.
Her eyes gleam greener. “Any superpower? The one that flies to mind is invisibility. My life would have been drastically easier if nobody saw me when I didn’t want them to! But then, it wouldn’t have solved everything. What would have?” She presses her lips tight and squints into the distance, considering her options, then thrusts a finger in the air. “Aha! An anti-enchantment power! No magic-worker’s power would work upon me – no, sir, it would backfire right onto them! – and any curse I came in contact with would automatically unravel.” She crosses her arms, expression smugly victorious. “That would set my story to rights by Chapter Two!”

Ashley starts laughing. “But then what would the point be of releasing your story?” she asks. “What if you could just decide which curses would be lifted? Some curses have good reasons…” She trails off. “Hmm, hmm… Okay, here’s one. If you had a library, what books would someone expect to find in it? Aside from yours, of course!”

“Mm, the exciting kind. People doing things, not just a lot of talk and philosophizing and rubbish. Something with attractive men being daring, and clever girls being daring… I’m all for those who dare. Not terribly thick books, I expect; I like stories to get to the point. And I expect high-quality binding; a good book, like a good dinner, should be a feast for the eyes as well as your innermost parts. That’s what my father liked to sa— would have liked to say,” Sula says abruptly, her face gone tight and hot. “Or so I like to imagine; as those who’ve never known their parents are known to do.” 

“I agree!” Ashley states passionately, but seems a little confused at the double-take. “So, judging by the fact he seems to be the other half of the equation of this story, aside from this Villem Deere… How does Sigmund perceive you? How do you perceive yourself?”

“Oh, he started off thinking I’m pigheaded and full of myself with an inflated sense of entitlement,” she says dismissively. “I won’t say I’m not those things, to a certain, wholly justified degree. But I’m also adaptable; I know how to play nice, when it’s necessary – which it was with Sigmund, a wearying amount of the time. So I sucked it up, soldiered through, and got him to change his tune about me pretty quick, thank you very much.”

Ashley tilts her head to the side, just a bit. “Um, okay.” She hesitates. “You know, you’re kind of…uptight. You might try to relax a little. On that topic, how do you alleviate stress? I dance, myself.”

“Alone time. I swear up and down by it. No people, no playacting, just me and a few hours to kill wandering around. It helps me clear my head, settle my blood, get my masks back in order and ready for wear. Sula Time: It saves lives.” 

“Seems effective…and sounds like a friend of mine. Okay, so since we’re all human, we’re bound to have downfalls. Or at least I hope we are. Or there’s something wrong with me. Help me out…name one or two of your downfalls.”

“When I fail to think twice before I speak.” Her mouth twists downward. “That’s caused problems. Being clever only works when you remember to involve your brain. Blind impulse will only take you so far. Not that my impulses are blind to everything; just the things to either side of the straight line between me and my goal. I get single-minded about going after what I want, and everything else gets blurred out. It’s all too easy to miss important things, that way.”

“I actually sympathize there,” Ashley murmurs. “Alrighty, I think I’ll call just one more question. Hm, let’s make this a good one.” Ashley stands up and turns in a circle, looking around, hmming in search of a question. “Ooh, I know!” She turns back to Sula. “In the traditional interview manner…” She tips her chin up to give the best impression of an official-businesswoman look she can. “Where do you see yourself in five years?”

“Oh, I know exactly where I’ll be in five years,” says Sula, her smile both keeping and flaunting a secret. “I’ve seen my story’s sequel, which I’m afraid you won’t be able to do until the fall. I can give you a few hints about the five-year mark, though. One, I’m happily married to my true love. Two, I use the term ‘happily’ loosely; my husband and I shall actually be privately distressed about something. Three, that distressing something will be resolved by the second page of Book Two’s first chapter, and I won’t have a care in the world. …until about a page-and-a-half later. Read all about it upon the upcoming release of ‘The Stone Kingdom (Book Two of The Wilderhark Tales)’.”

“Whoo! Looking forward to it! Thank you so much, Sula.” Ashley runs over to her and pulls her out of her seat, dancing in a little circle. “For being part of the very first Interview Saturday! Here’s to hoping your book gets lots and lots of sales. It was awesome getting to know you more.” She holds her hand out to Sula to shake. Then she turns to the audience. “Wave!” And so she waves, probably waving Sula’s arm out of her socket as well.

Sula glares offstage like, So help me, if this little goose doesn’t unhand me in the next half-a-second… In the shadows, her author can be seen making gestures like, Just grin and bear it, you’re nearly through!

“With that, we’ll see you next week! C’mon, let’s grab lunch. It’s on me!” With that, Ashley drags Sula offstage, probably off to ask her brother for money for said lunch. Then she leans back on stage. “Thanks for reading, audience!”

And…curtains close.

Thursday, June 27, 2013

BRT: World War Z by Max Brooks

World War Z: An Oral History of the Zombie War
Title: World War Z
Author: Max Brooks
Number of Pages: 342
Date Published: September 12, 2006
Rating: 1.5/5
The Zombie War came unthinkably close to eradicating humanity. Max Brooks, driven by the urgency of preserving the acid-etched first-hand experiences of the survivors from those apocalyptic years, traveled across the United States of America and throughout the world, from decimated cities that once teemed with upwards of thirty million souls to the most remote and inhospitable areas of the planet. He recorded the testimony of men, women, and sometimes children who came face-to-face with the living, or at least the undead, hell of that dreadful time. World War Z is the result. Never before have we had access to a document that so powerfully conveys the depth of fear and horror, and also the ineradicable spirit of resistance, that gripped human society through the plague years.
Just like the summary itself (which is actually, what? Seven paragraphs?), this book is far too long. Much too long for us to give focus to over fifty characters! What I can give points to is the fact it's called a documentary, for indeed it is: it is long and boring.
Granted, I don't read much zombie lore. But when I do, I expect it to be a lot scarier than this. I didn't expect to be reading through political motivations, tactical planning, war measures, business opportunities, and especially not from over fifty different perspectives. That's just too much. In the prologue, the narrator tells you he wishes to include the human element of all these events; and take out his own. In my opinion, he took out all of it. The book felt too mechanic, like a machine in which he was fitting the cogs: the people we were reading about.
Sure, there were parts where I said, "Ooh, wow! So what happens next?" Thing is, whenever that happened, that was when the perspective changed and I was starting from scratch. Again.
The few encounters I've had with zombie lore stick to a certain set of people. I think that's the thing that most irritated me about World War Z. You didn't have one person to worry about and stick to. You never found out the real conclusion for these people other than the fact the narrator is interviewing them. I want to know how they recovered! How they got out of the horrible situations they were in. How they felt when the zombies were gone.
I didn't feel any emotional attachment to any of the characters. That's the worst part, I think. Emotional attachment is what makes someone want to keep reading. I kept reading because I promised someone I knew that I'd finish it. Not because I loved the book.
I liked the book. I didn't love it. It's a decent book, but it's not good or great. Did it scare me? Occasionally, a shudder went down my spine at the descriptors and the behaviors of the living dead. But was I traumatized or worried at the outbreak of a zombie war? Not really.
There's not much to say about World War Z. I have a feeling the movie will be more coherent and impressive than the novel. I'm trying to get into the zombie craze, but this didn't help encourage me in doing so. Read it if you wish; there are thousands upon millions of others who loved it. I just wasn't one of them. It wasn't my cup of tea...or hunk of flesh...