I hate to say it, but NaNoWriMo is just around the corner. Again.
And by 1,000 I mean one. Warning, Harry Potter and the Cursed Child spoilers ahead.
The other day, I watched The Hobbit: Battle of Five Armies. This was the first time I’d watched it since I saw it in theaters, and I watched the extended edition (of course, is there any other way to watch these movies?). I was surprised by how different it was than I remembered.
Music. It makes the world go ‘round, and it helps set a mood for writing. Some people can’t write with any kind of noise or distraction, but I find that if I’m really focused, I’m not even paying attention to the music.
I read a lot of YA even though I am probably 10 years out of the demographic now, but I didn’t read a lot when I actually was “the right age” if there is such a thing. As a child, I read a lot, but I don’t know if most of those books would be considered young adult, at least not in the way it’s considered now.
I don’t know about you, but I always seem to get the same feedback on my writing: your character isn’t likeable. I’ve started to detest that word. Likeable. What is likeable anyway? Someone who has no opinions? Someone who’s nice to everyone? Charming? Suave? Friendly?
I promised myself, back in January when I redid my goals for the year, that I wouldn’t read a book I gave less than three stars to. I’ve officially failed that goal thanks to this book, The Furies by Mark Alpert. I thought I was getting fantasy. What I got was science-fiction.