Writing Lesson: Naming Your Character Your character's name is one of the most important decisions you have to make when writing a story. There are tons of resources for naming your characters (baby name websites being my personal favorite) but there are also many things you should take into consideration. Here are some do's and don'ts in no particular order.
Similar names for twins I read an article on names recently that expressly forbid the use of matching or similar twin names because it was "overdone". While yes, naming your twins Jayden and Kayden can be a bit tacky sounding, the truth is that people do it. A lot. I've personally met a pair of identical twins named Kirsten and Kristen. Do I think their parents are crazy? A little, but when you're choosing names for your twins, it's hard not to look for rhyming or alliteration. For writers, my only suggestion is to make them visually different enough that readers can tell them apart. Jace and Jackson are easy tw
Writing Lesson: Your Character's Parents While I am not a professional by any means, I have been writing for many years and, more recently, beta-reading as well. In all of my experience, I've noticed that a lot of to-be authors follow the easy trends and miss out on some great story telling opportunities. Hopefully this guide will help you improve your story and learn that the easy way out isn't always the best! If you would like more writing guides and tutorials, check out the description below.
For this "Quick Tips" entry, I'm going to focus on an important part of back story: parents.
*Please note! I understand that, unfortunately, not everyone reading this has parents. If your parents have passed away or are otherwise absent, please forgive anything written here that might be considered upsetting. These scenarios are for fictional parents only and when I say "dead", I do not mean it to sound nearly as insensitive as it
Arlyn of the Ocean My childhood summers were filled with the salty air and sea shells of the Gulf, my favorite place to relax and play. I vividly remember the cold ocean water splashing at my ankles and the taste of the popsicles we ate between bouts of play. I collected hundreds of sea shells and made magnificent sand castles, dug holes as deep as I was tall and even caught a few fish. What I remember most of all, though, was Arlyn.
The first summer I spent with my aunt was an entirely new experience; I had never seen the beach or played in salt water before. She coaxed me gently toward the water, armed with an array of floaties and toys. I followed her cautiously, reassured by her claims that I wasn’t meaty enough to interest any of the ocean’s monsters. I figured she had to be right; I weighed next to nothing as a scrawny, awkward ten-yea
Stray I'd say it was love at first sight, but it was that kind of love of which none would ever approve. I was beautiful and classy; he was dirty and probably smelly. I first saw him wandering down the street without much care in the world. He seemed content to just pad down the sidewalk, enjoying the warm summer sun. So maybe he wasn't exactly my type, (he looked like he hadn't bathed in a few days and I was all about the hygiene) but something about the proud way he carried himself took firm hold of my attention. He just seemed so independent, something I had never experienced.
It was two nights later when I saw him again. It was dark and there wasn't a soul on the street save for him and his equally dark shadow. I know I shouldn't break rules, but I couldn't help but sneak out. I hadn't been out this late since I was young, back when I didn't understand the sleep patterns of the two-leggers and thought the
TogetherI've never been a drinker,
so I took the pills with tea.
I crawled into his coffin,
Quiet as can be.
He's cold and stiff and smelly,
Not the same I knew,
But when the pills kick in,
I'll be cold and smelly too.
Alright, so allow me to present you with the following scenario,
She spends the entire first quarter of the story hating him with a bitter passion (much like the whole world except me hates Joffrey Lanister). She gets captured and imprisoned in his castle by some of his soldiers and he's unaware of her presence in the fortress for several hours.
He manages to pull some strings and manipulate the guards to release her from the dungeon. He persuades them to let her take up quarters in the southern tower, near where his sleeping quarters are located, but she's far too enraged to realize that he's doing it to keep her safe (out of the overly aggressive and inquisitive hands of his subordinates).
His job now is to prove to her, over a period of time, that he's not the evil, monstrous tyrant that the local propaganda claims he is.
Don't worry, that's not gonna happen.^_^ It's gonna take a lot more than just one wink. Maybe three… JK, I want it to be an ongoing process that will take patience. I want him to have to make sacrifices in order to win her over. It's actually kind of complex, really. Because of his looks, every girl who meets him struggles to see past what's on the outside. But her hatred is so intense that his charm doesn't even phase her most of the time. The interesting thing is that she's the first and only girl he's ever had any feelings for beyond just physical attraction. So he's willing to do pretty much anything for her.