I wish I had more time for this post, but I really don't, and so I'll have to make due. I'm about to leave for the weekend and experience Covenant College's Campus Preview Weekend. This will be my first time every being at Covenant (or in Georgia, for that matter). I'm pretty excited.
In other news, I wrote a bunch of poems, worked on my Solomon Wise idea, drew said character in manga style, chatted with Danielle about where Avaria goes from here, watched Paths of Glory, got super-cool sandals, started reading Frankenstein for Brit Lit class, and have been sneezing my head off because of allergy season. It's been fun [except the sneezing part].
Anyway--keep me in your prayers, and I apologize for the lack of anything mildly interesting on my blog. It's going to change someday, I promise =3
Oh, and if anyone's willing to babysit my characters while I'm gone, that'd be awesome. Right now they're kind of making war on my brain because they know I have a few days free to write. Joy.
~Elisabeth
"Every novel is an attempt to capture time, to weave something solid out of air. The author knows it is an impossible task--that is why he keeps on trying." ~David Beaty
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Wednesday, March 28, 2012
Wednesday, March 7, 2012
And there it was.
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You know how people always ask you "that question" on your birthday? You know the one. "How do you feel now that you're *insert any number from 3-25*?" I've always been mildly annoyed by those questions. It doesn't feel any different. It's just another day in the life. Turning 17 isn't what makes you feel 17; all the awesome and not-so-awesome things you experience when you're 17 are what make you feel a year older. And by the time you feel that way, you're 18, and the cycle starts over again.
I got asked a similar question recently. I was sitting there, holding it in my hands, staring down at page 32 with a slightly dazed expression on my face and a pure cloud of golden joy fogging up my vision. "So," my dad asked. "How does it feel to be published?"
The answer?
Not that much different. It feels great, don't get me wrong. I don't think I'll ever forget the feeling I felt when I tore away that envelope and saw the magazine hiding inside, or the feeling I felt when I saw my story printed on a crisp white page, one of those shiny expensive magazine pages and not the flimsy computer paper pages my stories have lived on for so long. I couldn't stop smiling. But I didn't feel all that different. I have a theory. Getting published the kind of experience that totally exhausts you and makes you terribly happy and is often followed by a burst of applause from friends and family. Then when it's all over, you sit back, read your story a few times, and tap your fingers on the table.
That was fun, you think. Now let's do it again.
And I'm already planning to.
Ps. Getting published could also be just like doing a gigantic face-smash into a delicious chocolate cake. I haven't quite decided yet.
Thursday, March 1, 2012
February Favorite: Scrivener
Hi guys! I just wanted to share with you a cool little writing tool I found via the interwebz this past week. It's called Scrivener.
When it comes to writing, I'm a very organized person [Unfortunately, my organizational skills don't extend into the real world, much to my mother's chagrin]. I love to have little folders on my laptop for each book, then subfolders for each character, then sub-sub-folders for every quirk my character has. In short, I love to organize my ideas, my characters, their personalities, their favorite foods, places they've been... I'm a veritable maniac when it comes to character analysis.
That said, I use Microsoft Word for my books. It's great--it has all the tools I need to get a story down on paper. The problem comes when I'm trying to file away characters, scenes, information about my worlds, etc. I can never find the folder I need, the character I'm seeking, the specific picture of a tree I've stashed away. And just as a note: NEVER put all your characters into one Word document. The results aren't pretty.
I've often wanted a better way to keep my characters filed, but I didn't know that way actually existed until I found Scrivener.
Scrivener is a computer program specifically for writers; it's geared towards better organizing your stories, your characters, even your scenes, places and creatures. The opportunities are endless... once you get the hang of the program. But that doesn't take long. After you've explored, it's time to stash. Scrivener has a unique corkboard background, on which you can place an infinite number of virtual 3 x 5 cards. Each card serves as a snippet of the massive document it represents--you can make long character pages without taking up pages and pages of space in a Word Document, and when you're done, all you see on the main page is a little card with your character's name. Same for cards representing scenes, places, interesting facts, etc. It's COOL. I'm having so much fun.
Now, you might be wondering why I'm telling you this. You guessed right if you thought Scrivener is expensive--it costs $40. I'm still debating on whether or not to buy it.
I'll let you wonder how I can have it without buying it for a moment :3
Okay, ready? This program is availible for a free, non-consecutive 30 day trial. It's super easy to download, and if you decide you don't want to make the investment when the 30 days are up, you can export all your information so you don't lose anything. I'm having a blast with those little 3 x 5 cards. I think you will, too.
So go check it out! You can find more information about the program and the opportunity to start your own 30 day trial at:
http://www.literatureandlatte.com/scrivener.php
I highly recommend this program. Now does anyone have an extra forty bucks I can borrow to have it forever? 8D
Friday, January 6, 2012
NEWS.
Like, really big news!
Well, first off, I didn't get that big scholarship I'd wanted. I came home from skiing yesterday, exhausted yet excited because I knew that I'd soon find out whether or not I'd be invited to go down to Georgia for scholarship weekend. The phone call wouldn't have let me know that I GOT the scholarship, but it would bring me one step closer to being able to attend the college I'm being pulled towards right now. Anyway, I got a call from my Admissions Rep. She was so sweet, apologizing that I hand't gotten invited even though it wasn't her fault. That made the news easier, somehow.
But today, I was really feeling the weight of not being awarded all that money. College is EXPENSIVE, people. If you don't have a job, get one and start saving, because all that hard-earned money is going to go a long way if you save wisely. I'm looking into other scholarships outside of the school, but they require more work and time that I don't have. So I was stressing out.
Tonight, I came home a little depressed. I sit down at my computer and what do I see (besides my amazing War Horse Background)?
An email.
No, not from Fozzy (although I always loooove to hear from her). Not from the college, telling me there's been a horrible mistake and would I please come and accept a wad of cash (though that would be nice, too).
It was an email from a Christian writers' magazine that I'd mentioned a while back, right after the writer's conference 2011.
They want my short story.
As in, to publish.
On paper.
Maybe with an illustration.
In only a couple months.
God is so amazing in His timing! I was feeling so let down, and yet here's something to pick me back up--something I've been working towards and praying for and dreaming about for... well, years.
[potential, but it looks like it really is happening] PUBLICATION.
I just had to share that with you. I'm so grateful, scared, and beside myself with excitement. Please pray that I don't send the publishers a really hyper email, singing something about rainbows and unicorns bursting from the clouds, and scare them out of wanting to publish me. That would be bad.
Thanking God [and putting my editing cap on!]~
Elisabeth
Well, first off, I didn't get that big scholarship I'd wanted. I came home from skiing yesterday, exhausted yet excited because I knew that I'd soon find out whether or not I'd be invited to go down to Georgia for scholarship weekend. The phone call wouldn't have let me know that I GOT the scholarship, but it would bring me one step closer to being able to attend the college I'm being pulled towards right now. Anyway, I got a call from my Admissions Rep. She was so sweet, apologizing that I hand't gotten invited even though it wasn't her fault. That made the news easier, somehow.
But today, I was really feeling the weight of not being awarded all that money. College is EXPENSIVE, people. If you don't have a job, get one and start saving, because all that hard-earned money is going to go a long way if you save wisely. I'm looking into other scholarships outside of the school, but they require more work and time that I don't have. So I was stressing out.
Tonight, I came home a little depressed. I sit down at my computer and what do I see (besides my amazing War Horse Background)?
An email.
No, not from Fozzy (although I always loooove to hear from her). Not from the college, telling me there's been a horrible mistake and would I please come and accept a wad of cash (though that would be nice, too).
It was an email from a Christian writers' magazine that I'd mentioned a while back, right after the writer's conference 2011.
They want my short story.
As in, to publish.
On paper.
Maybe with an illustration.
In only a couple months.
God is so amazing in His timing! I was feeling so let down, and yet here's something to pick me back up--something I've been working towards and praying for and dreaming about for... well, years.
[potential, but it looks like it really is happening] PUBLICATION.
I just had to share that with you. I'm so grateful, scared, and beside myself with excitement. Please pray that I don't send the publishers a really hyper email, singing something about rainbows and unicorns bursting from the clouds, and scare them out of wanting to publish me. That would be bad.
Thanking God [and putting my editing cap on!]~
Elisabeth
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