Saturday, July 30, 2011

Charlie's Ramblings (11) Brisbane Writers Festival



Hi All!

You may not have heard, but the Brisbane Writer's Festival is creeping up on us.  It runs from 7th - 11th of September and features some really cool Authors including James Phelan, Maggie Stiefvater, Emily Rodda and Marianne de Pierres and that's just name dropping a few of the many authors who will be attending.  

I've actually bit the bullet finally and bought a ticket in one of the workshops - From Harry Potter to Tim Winton: How To Write for Young Adults.  This will be my very first writing workshop and I must say yes! I'm  freaking out just a tiny bit.  As soon as I bought the ticket I'm like... maybe I'm not a writer.  Maybe I've just enrolled myself in something I could absolutely suck at under pressure.  I mean three hours is really long when you're trying not to make a fool out of yourself.  lol.  Yes all these thoughts ran through my head.  But at the end of it all I thought 'Well, I'm serious about writing.  So what? I'll be in the room with 19 other people who will probably be totally awesome Writers compared to my mediocre self but that's okay.  I can deal.'  And now I'm convinced I'm going and everything will be fine. Until the day lol.

But yes, sorry for the rambling.  I feel much lighter.  So, are you going?  Will you be attending any of the sessions?  

I'm hoping to get a ticket to see Maggie Stiefvater in action in one of the other workshops but it all comes down to finances and lets face it... I'm not exactly rolling in the dough lately.  Thank you Centrelink and Queensland Police.  Both probably my own fault entirely but let's not ruin a good night with my whinging ;) 

Send us a line if you intend on going!  I may even see you there.  

Wednesday, July 27, 2011

NaNoWriMo Update: Epic Fail


If you've been following my little word count meter you will have noticed that it hasn't moved for over a week.   That's right, I've done no writing in about a week on Violet's story or anything else for that matter and I must admit I think I might slowly be going mad.  I've got a backlog of story ideas and possible plots for Violet but they just aren't making it onto paper.

So yes, I've stopped writing about Violet, and maybe I've failed NaNoWriMo this month, it's not going to stop me from having another attempt next month.  I'll hang on to those 8000 words of Violet's story, and see if I can pull 50,000 words out of a hat for August.  Wish me luck.
Until then, here's a little more of Violet's story.  Beware this is rough and unedited and the story will change I guarantee it!!


I’m jolted awake and scramble out of my bed for #652 and panic when I can’t find it to begin with.  My head is full of scenes that are going to happen that I’m not even clicking to begin with that I’m home.  I find it burrowed in my messenger bag and write furiously.  I’m glad for the lack of the awful tightening feeling but am so wrapped up in getting what I see down that I don’t realise that I’m not alone in my room.Movement in the corner brings me out of my daze.  Ellie sits perched upon the arm chair waiting impatiently.“You’re so lucky I smuggled your behind into the room earlier.  If anyone… namely Mum and Dad… had seen you they would have flipped their lid and gone all protective.  I mean you in the arms of a very hot guy.  And completely out of it, hello!”  My memory is pretty hazy but at least I now know how I got home.
   “Well at least you remembered the milk.  I told Mum you weren’t feeling good so your covered.  Now spill.” Her foot starts tapping.  It’s an annoying habit if you’re under interrogation.“Uh, nothing to tell.  I don’t remember what happened.  I just kind of blacked out is all.”  I shrug, uncomfortable with the blank spot in my memory.  Ellie looks at me incredulously but shrugs.  She gets up and throws the pillow at me.“You’re right to come out.  Mum and Dad have gone to bed.  Oh and before I forget.”  She pulls out a small square of paper and puts it on my desk before closing the door behind her.
   I wait a bit to make sure she’s gone to her room before I get up and see what she left.The paper sends warm tingles up my arm and I’m greeted with the image of flowers.  Hundreds of them.  Bright, yellows, reds, pinks, blues… before the images fades and the tingles disappear.  I hold up the note:Blaise 0645 546 456 – sorry.Sorry?  What has he got to be sorry for?  I’m the one who feels like an idiot for having some complete stranger carry me home.  I’m tempted to message and ask what he’s sorry for but I immediately squash that idea.   I don’t need the trouble, the possibility of explanations if things get awkward, nothing like that.  I put the note back on my desk and go back to #652.
   This time there’s only a small paragraph of my writing one sketch.    I’m surprised at how good it is considering this is the latest in the curse department.  That and feeling things through paper.  Weird.  Even though the sketch is coloured in smoky grays it’s unmistakable for what it is.  It’s of the poorly lit street, headlights flashing, rain pouring, and a boy stepping in front of the headlights.  It’s enough to make me feel sick and I slam the book closed.  I feel nauseous.  I can feel the phantom pain of my bones breaking in my legs and hear the squeal of the tyres as if it’s just happening now.  And if things couldn’t get any worse, I could smell the blood.  I get up and head to my en suite just in time to see my lunch go.  Ugh.  Well this is new.  I’d never been caught in a vision as vivid as this so soon.  I look at the clock. 11:59pm on Friday night.  Great.  At least that vision was written down and done with for now.  I don’t think I could handle the frequency of that one popping up in my dreams, revealing more and more until the day it happens.
   That used to happen a lot before I was aware that writing was my only consolation to this dreaded curse.  On top of not being able to speak to anyone about this I’d get the reoccurring visions or premonitions.  They would intensify to a point where I thought it was actually happening to me.  Well until I was jolted awake by my sister, or Mum because they’d awoken from the banging or something.  Never Dad though.  He could sleep through a damn tornado and wake up none the wiser.
Violet © Melissa 'Charlie' Freeman 2011
Hopefully you all enjoyed this.  Stay tuned

Monday, July 25, 2011

Daily Dose Monday (8)



Daily Dose Monday was created and hosted by Good Golly Miss Holly!

Daily Dose Monday is a weekly meme where you get to share inspiring and awesome images with others!  If you'd like to join in all you have to do is make a post on Monday and include images that you find inspiring and magical etc. that you would like to share with your readers. 
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Source: We Heart It


Things I've felt at one point or another, magic that I wish existed in my life and pretty pictures.  Hope you all enjoy!

Friday, July 22, 2011

Charlie's Ramblings (10) Songs from back in the days.


I spent most of last night looking for a song that had been stuck in my head all day yesterday.  I only remembered one part of it, and the songs that were released around the same time so I was really clutching at straws.  Once I'd figured it out I realised one thing.  Out of all the years in the Nineties, I remember 1993 vividly in terms of music videos.  I was in Year 4 at the time and that would have made me 9 so I have no idea whether there is anything significant in that or what, but here are my favourite songs from that year.  Do not judge! (I may have included one or two from other years as I got a bit carried away with favourites lol)

For starters I will put up the song I had trouble remembering first:



These next few are ones that I absolutely LOVE:












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Others that make the list:
Alannah Myles - Black Velvet
Cranberries - Linger
Third Eye Blind - Semi Charmed Life
Def Leopard - Pour Some Sugar on Me
The Heights - How Do You Talk To an Angel

I take no responsibility in the flashbacks that may or may not occur after watching these and I'm in no way responsible for the dagginess of some of these clips.  I never said I liked the music videos LOL, just the music!

So I throw it out to you.  What songs have stuck with you from long ago and why do you think that is?

Monday, July 18, 2011

Daily Dose Monday (7)

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Daily Dose Monday was created and hosted by Good Golly Miss Holly!

Daily Dose Monday is a weekly meme where you get to share inspiring and awesome images with others!  If you'd like to join in all you have to do is make a post on Monday and include images that you find inspiring and magical etc. that you would like to share with your readers. (oh don't forget to mention Good Golly Miss Holly )














Source: Vi.sualize.us and WeHeartIt


Here are a collection of images I've come across that are either eerie yet beautiful or just plain awesome!  Hope you enjoy

Friday, July 15, 2011

Charlie's Ramblings (9) Randomness and writing.


Another week has gone by and I'm ready for a hectic weekend.  Why?  Because I have an assignment due on Tuesday that I've only done 20% done.  I've got review books coming out my ears.. since I haven't been reading as much as I should.. and I have Violet's story for Camp NaNoWriMo which I am dreadfully behind on.  Like 18000 words behind.  But hey, at least I'm writing.  So I guess I need a little something short of a miracle in the hopes to get Possibly Violet written.  (Well I think that's the title, until I change my mind )

I guess the other reason for posting is to throw the question out there about writing, and here it is:


How do you feel about when others read your work? 

As a writer (or a wannabe writer lol) I've spent alot of time, and late nights trying to finish various stories, poems, novels etc and there is nothing more awesome than handing over a finished piece to someone and have them really like what you have spent time working on and give good feedback.  Let's face it, we write to be read. 
 But there are those times where I've been taken by surprise by someone who has stumbled onto my work and made comment.  I'm slowly.. so slowly beginning to get over the whole stage fright of being a 'Closet Writer' and managed to get some cards printed up for this website to share with others.  Obviously there are a few people I'd rather die than tell that I'm a writer and I think it has to do with the fear of being judged on it.

Which leads me to my next two questions.

Do you share your non fiction pieces with other people?  Do you feel comfortable writing purely non fiction pieces?

It's no secret that we are inspired by everything around us, experiences, feelings, people, you name it and there is bound to be things you've written that has been your feelings about a particular situation/event/person/moment!  Absolutely raw emotions bleeding onto the page.  Do you feel comfortable sharing this with other people?  Or do you fictionalize it up a little, dramatize certain spots, change complete scenes... but still portray the same emotions/feelings in your piece of work?  Yes I do.  I don't feel entirely comfortable being brutally honest about my feelings in my writing.  It's okay if it's fiction for me but I worry that the wrong person will read my non fiction and take it the wrong way or think that I'm a weird or too sensitive or blowing things way out of proportion (because 9 times out of 10 most of my fiction/nonfiction is lol)...  Or the biggest thing is, it will hurt the person you are writing about.

And if you're not a writer... How would you feel if you found out you were the inspiration of a piece of work or a piece is about you?  Would you be weirded out or flattered?

So at the end of the day, what are your answers to these questions.  Please share!

Monday, July 11, 2011

Daily Dose Monday (6)



Daily Dose Monday was created and hosted by Good Golly Miss Holly!

Daily Dose Monday is a weekly meme where you get to share inspiring and awesome images with others!  If you'd like to join in all you have to do is make a post on Monday and include images that you find inspiring and magical etc. that you would like to share with your readers. (oh don't forget to mention Good Golly Miss Holly )




















Source for all photos: Visualize.us
 
Hope you enjoy these..  A great collection of beautiful, inspiring and cute pictures I've come across.

Sunday, July 10, 2011

Writing Workshop: A Moment Gone By


I've been reading some really great entries from Susan K Mann who has been participating in the Sleep is For the Weak's Writing Workshop and thought it's about time I start getting some creative writing happening.  I can't say this stuff of mine will be brilliant or anything but I'm willing to give it a good crack.

A Moment Gone By 

The whisper of his lips against my ear.
Silent promises made walking by 
The brush of his hand against mine
The twinkle of mischief in his eyes
A smile so sweet and devilish at the same time.

Saving a spot at lunch just for me.
A flower so red, so lush waiting in the empty spot
His arm wrapped around my shoulders pulling me in.
Breathing me in, sending thrills and chills up my spine.
A hidden agenda behind that sparkling smile.

Walking me to my lift home.
Pushing me against the car and leaning in.
Ever so soft lips brushing mine, the slight stubble tickling my chin.
Roaming hands creeping up and down my back.
A sigh, I think I know where this is going.

Your place or mine? Yours
Wanna beer? No. Of course, your driving.
Come here.  What for?  Just because.
Dance with me.  Your crazy.  Only for you.

One Crush, One night, One moment forever burned in my memory.

So hopefully that is okay.  Part fiction part real, lol.  I'm hoping this is okay.  To see the prompts head on over to Sleep is For the Weak.  Here is the link to this particular prompt  




Wednesday, July 6, 2011

Camp NaNoWriMo Update: Oh Dear.. and Violet


So it's the Day 6 of Camp NaNoWriMo and I'm failing miserably.  Where my word count should be at around the 9000 mark I'm sitting just over 1000.  I think I've tried to commit to doing something while doing a million other things and I guess my writing is struggling.  I did pick to go on with Violet's story though.  I haven't included the writing that I've done before Nano but have followed on.  Excuse any mistakes you may notice as I just did a quick skim through before throwing it up here.  There is more but I thought I would just post this for now.

Violet's Story so far...

Instead of going to Art like I originally plan, I veer off to the left around the back of the science building and out the gate.  I am shaken by the intensity of his stare.  His name is still on the tip of my tongue but every time I get close it eludes me.  I duck up the side street and cut through the sports ovals once more and head towards my other home, the library.
I step in quietly and with one quick glance confirm the lack of people in here: perfect.  The far corner of the library is covered with soft cushions and bean bags so I head in that direction and sit down.  Two of the shelves hide majority of where I sit.  I pull out the latest notebook I’m carrying and flick through.  The vision with Mark and Kendra spills over from notebook #651 to this but it is the only one I’ve had in two weeks.
Evanescence’s Everybody’s Fool breaks the silence and I shuffle my stuff around in my bag looking for my phone, almost dropping it as I try to answer.  It’s Ellie.
“Hey, what’s up?”
“Everything okay?  I seen you leaving school.  Umm, and I thought I would give you the heads up that your name’s been mentioned a few times at lunch. “
Though I’m not real surprised, with the whole class change again, I can’t help but wonder who would care enough to bring it up.  As things go I didn’t have to wonder long.
“Okay so if you’re not going to be really chatty like usual I’ll tell you anyway.  Blaise.  That super cute, super tall guy in your year.  Oh yeah and Rhiannon and Amaya are at it again with their bitchiness, and you’re in the firing line.  Oh crap I gotta go.”  And she hangs up, leaving me hanging.  I get up, dump  the book I was reading on the desk and head home, hoping that Mum and Dad are still at work.
**
“Violet, do me a favour honey and duck down to the shops for some milk please?”  Mum yells out to me.  I walk into the kitchen, grab the $20 note she’s holding out and grab my jacket.  I pass Ellie and Jake on my way out and sigh at the overall cuteness of the pair.  I’m amazed at how good of taste in boyfriends my little sister has.  Jake is a gem, pure and simple.  No ulterior motive or anything either as far as I’ve seen.  Thanks to Ellie nagging and nagging me to go read him.  I felt so sick afterwards doing it that I’d made Ellie buy me a tub of icecream just to make up for it.  Which in turn I couldn’t eat since I was so nauseous.  See the thing is, I’ve never been comfortable with this little gift slash curse thing I have.  I’ve never deliberately done anything like that before Ellie had asked me, and I sure haven’t done it since.  Not that I haven’t been curious.
I grab my ipod and slip the buds into my ears.  My street is quiet at four in the afternoon and I enjoy the lonely walk up to the corner shops with Pink blaring in my ears.  As I reach the door I feel that familiar prickle on my neck again.  I turn the ipod down to almost silent and strain to hear over Pink’s soft chorus.  I reach for the door and take a quick glance noticing Blaise on the opposite corner waiting for the light to change so he can cross.
My heart starts to slam in my chest and I pull the door open and propel myself inside before he can see me.  I’m not entirely convinced he hasn’t already.  I grab some milk, toss the twenty at the cashier and tap impatiently for the change.  Todd has been working here for a year now and knows the drill.  He places the money in a neat pile in front of me, moving his hands away so I can pick it up.  It’s almost an unwritten rule between us.   He smiles, and wipes his dirty blonde hair out of his eyes  and winks at me.  It’s harmless his flirting.  I smile not wanting to seem like a bad sport and wish him a good day.
I’m almost out the door when Todd yells out to me asking me what I’m doing for Schoolies.  I shrug, turn back and brush past someone on my way out.  As the door shuts I’m sucking in my first lungful of air fighting the claustrophobic tightening in my chest.  My vision fills with images that flash by so fast that I’m too dizzy to take it in, and before I know it I’m going headfirst into the pathway and everything goes black.
I come to about a minute later to someone calling my name and holding my face with bare hands.  I’m almost overwhelmed by the rush of concerned feelings pouring into me that I don't realise the images that are flying past are all of me.  The overwhelming taste of what could only come close to musk sticks coats my tongue and I’m reminded that these images are of the future not the past.  The images are coming faster now and they flicker in and out of a vision of the future that I can’t quite grasp onto but leaving me speechless all the same.  This vision is worse than others though.  My sight has gone and I can’t talk.  I can’t tell the person who has a hold of me that they are causing it.  That they need to let me go.  The edges of my vision darken and I catch one image.  Something so horrendous it sears itself into my memory before I pass out again.
I have the distant feeling of being carried but I’m so far under I can’t be sure if I’m dreaming or if it is real.
Violet © Melissa 'Charlie' Freeman 2011

Tuesday, July 5, 2011

We Have a Winner

Thank you for entering to win either a copy of Writing Great Books for Young Adults or $15.00

Using the Random.org I've picked a winner.

Congrats to Janinay!

I'll be emailing you shortly to find out which you would like and your mailing address so I can get that done for you ;)

Monday, July 4, 2011

Daily Dose Monday (5)



Daily Dose Monday was created and hosted by Good Golly Miss Holly!

Daily Dose Monday is a weekly meme where you get to share inspiring and awesome images with others!  If you'd like to join in all you have to do is make a post on Monday and include images that you find inspiring and magical etc. that you would like to share with your readers. (oh don't forget to mention Good Golly Miss Holly )












From Cute, to awesome and mysterious to the very last one which is.. well look at it LOL
Images from both WeHeartIt and  Vi.sualize.us

Friday, July 1, 2011

Random Writing: Things I Hate About You

There were a number of reasons I wrote this.  I've had friends that regret people they've had in their life, as well as myself who has liked people against my own better judgement but couldn't let go even when it hurt.  I hope that makes sense.  I've chosen this piece as fictional as I hadn't really aimed it at anyone in particular but let out all those bitter feelings seep into the writing.  Hope you take something away from it

Things I Hate About You
  I hate the way you smile at me and my heart skips a beat.
  I hate how you always know what to say to rope me back in, when I'm beginning to drift away.
  I hate the way I always look for you when I know you are around.
  I hate the way someone says your name while I'm close by, and my attention is drawn to that person.
  I hate how you are always so hot and cold towards me.  I don't know whether I'm coming or going.
  I hate how one day you will message me and be all chatty and the next day you don't send me a single thing, like I've done something wrong.. even though you are probably just busy or don't want to talk to me that day.
  I hate how you act like you don't care while my insides are twisted up into little knots of confusion.
  I hate how she has you in a way that I never will.
  I hate when I've convinced myself I'm over you..  and then you show up and I forget that I'm supposed to feel nothing.
  I hate how you started all of this.  If it weren't for you I wouldn't be so caught up in the brief moments we share.  I wouldn't have strayed from where I was.  I wouldn't have even considered doing anything like that.  But what's done is done and I have to deal with the after effects of everything while you get to pretend it never happened.
  I hate you, for the things that happened and the feelings you caused me to feel.
  But I hate myself more for letting it all happen.  For dropping my guard and letting you in.  For letting you have a piece of me that you're not willing to give back.  I hate that I still like you, even after all the hurt.
 Things I Hate About You © Melissa ‘Charlie’ Freeman 2011