For a few days ive caught myself several times waiting for justin to sign on. This was weird in my mind becausde i couldnt find anything to do unless he was online to talk to... So i started thinking what exactly did i do before justin and i started going out. because i didnt have my laptop i hadnt spent much time on the computer. so i finally figured it out. I used to read. THATS why i read 600 pages a day. thats why i started writing. because i spent so much free time doing it. and i used to fall in love with the stories. that again is a reason i started writing. i always used to love how the stories would unfold with the pages. I could spend hours reading these amazing stories like they were my own life. I loved that feeling like i could do anything. And i appreciated every word the authors wrote, every word tied together in sentences that create this story. It was amazing and i always wanted to do that. I wanted to be the one to make that. i wanted to create those stories with my OWN words. to have my name on my own story. i loved the story. I found that again. and im reading again! and writing and im finidn myself again and even though that means i talk to justin less and i miss him more when we DO get to see each other its just us two the rest of the world just drops away and its an amazing feeling. lol that sounds like something in a book :) my writing self just coming alive. i love that feeling too. my thoughts writen coming together and then poof actual flow and story :)
J.
Saturday, November 7, 2009
New goals
Dear readers,
I'm proud to say that i now am back on track. For a few months now, i haven't been able to write, i've been stuck and uninsperated, and most of all un willing. But no more. With the few simple words of one of our olympic athletes i have reset my goals to finish my book on time WITH a few extra weeks to review. For a while i was contemplating moving my due date forwards. Now i realize how much a mistake that would've been. had i changed the date i would never finish my book, it would just continue to be put off, until one day i would realize that high school was almost over and i was still not done. Then with Nanowrimo* startingi remembered why i loved to write so much, why i wanted this goal so bad. I got my motive back! During the month of november while others are writing books i will be writing a chapter by chapter outline of my book. Yes that is right! the only reason i havent really been able to write much is because once i get into the mood, into the part, i can never figure out whats going to happen next. once i know that writing is easy you just describe and write. but once the figuring out part is done... well easy peasy. So while others are writing 100 000 words i will be writing a simple outline... i think that fair don't you? so there it is. After that all i'll need to do is write a chapter a week after that which again should not be that hard, once i have the outline that is. Following that set i should be dont somewhere in the month of february or march. not exact yet because i dont have the outline so no set amount of chapters. There you all go.... hmm i wonder if anyone actually reads this anymore. No matter it is out there for the futur when im all famous and i will still know who my first followers were. :P By the way my book wednesdays ** well now it will be moved to saturday because that is the end on my weeks thus the end of my weekly goal. i can then update you on how that is going and making sure that you all stay updated on whats going on.
30 sum outlines
30 days.
and 30 sum chapters
and a 6 months.
J.
*Nanowrimo is the writers month. Basically writers all over the world use this month to try to write 100,000 word books. ALL OVER THE WORLD! some people prepare all year for this.
** ya remember like oh..... 7 months ago i decided to make book writting wednesdays and blog about my book every wednesday... and then i totally didnt follow it. yea that one
I'm proud to say that i now am back on track. For a few months now, i haven't been able to write, i've been stuck and uninsperated, and most of all un willing. But no more. With the few simple words of one of our olympic athletes i have reset my goals to finish my book on time WITH a few extra weeks to review. For a while i was contemplating moving my due date forwards. Now i realize how much a mistake that would've been. had i changed the date i would never finish my book, it would just continue to be put off, until one day i would realize that high school was almost over and i was still not done. Then with Nanowrimo* startingi remembered why i loved to write so much, why i wanted this goal so bad. I got my motive back! During the month of november while others are writing books i will be writing a chapter by chapter outline of my book. Yes that is right! the only reason i havent really been able to write much is because once i get into the mood, into the part, i can never figure out whats going to happen next. once i know that writing is easy you just describe and write. but once the figuring out part is done... well easy peasy. So while others are writing 100 000 words i will be writing a simple outline... i think that fair don't you? so there it is. After that all i'll need to do is write a chapter a week after that which again should not be that hard, once i have the outline that is. Following that set i should be dont somewhere in the month of february or march. not exact yet because i dont have the outline so no set amount of chapters. There you all go.... hmm i wonder if anyone actually reads this anymore. No matter it is out there for the futur when im all famous and i will still know who my first followers were. :P By the way my book wednesdays ** well now it will be moved to saturday because that is the end on my weeks thus the end of my weekly goal. i can then update you on how that is going and making sure that you all stay updated on whats going on.
30 sum outlines
30 days.
and 30 sum chapters
and a 6 months.
J.
*Nanowrimo is the writers month. Basically writers all over the world use this month to try to write 100,000 word books. ALL OVER THE WORLD! some people prepare all year for this.
** ya remember like oh..... 7 months ago i decided to make book writting wednesdays and blog about my book every wednesday... and then i totally didnt follow it. yea that one
Friday, August 28, 2009
prophecy!
Now as for big news concerning my book. I can now proudly say that the prophecy is completed... i mean not fufilled as of yet, but writen. would anyone like to hear???? well you're going to read it ANYWAYS! :P
Once the halves of the two halves come together to complete a whole,
The partial horned whole shall be released,
Then the world shall be doomed in eternal fire,
Lest the Blind Half see what has never been accepted.
DUN DUND DUHNDD!!!
J.
Once the halves of the two halves come together to complete a whole,
The partial horned whole shall be released,
Then the world shall be doomed in eternal fire,
Lest the Blind Half see what has never been accepted.
DUN DUND DUHNDD!!!
J.
Thursday, July 16, 2009
styks high
The styks high symbol / title. that is a picture i took of my binder, it is also on 3 other books that involve styks high. for example character charts and whatnot.
Copyright JMKempster
J.
book wednesdays!!! ( on thursday morning [wrote it yesturday] )
Now because it is WEDNESDAY and i seem to have the time, its time that you get an update on STYKS HIGH!!! lol. okay well yesturday alone i wrote like 5 pages and introduced a new character and wrote down like 3 mojor big ideas. I am now on chapter four, and In the past week i invented the logo! Also i did some re writing at some points where i forgot to mention something. So my new ideas are 1. Claire locks sybil in a dark room called the room of tears. and as the whole school is looking for her Sybil becomes the most popular girl there. and james is of course the one to find her and thats when he realizes he loves her, and so he kisses her in front of everyone. i know queue the AWW. :P Most peoples go crazy in that room if they aren't an oracle or a necromancer ( most necromancers are crazy anyways and they're used to hearing voices all the time) but she didnt. she then writes an article about it
2. Paul ( shadow demon) see's the article so he discusses it with Sybil, because he wants her to know that it isnt evil, or scary even, it can be beautiful and amazing if you look at it the rightway. So he shifts into shadow ( to prove a point) but Sybil was listening for him so she got pulled into the shadow aswell, and soon she learns she can do it on her own, so she and Paul hang out a lot and become friends and watch from the shadows where no one an see them so they can hear what peoples really want to say, when peoples arent around.
3. ( not sure if im going to use this one) James thinks that Sybil is cheating on him with Paul because she's been spending so much time with him and they'd disapear for hours only to come back all smiling. So sybil laughs and explains to him darkness, and then shows him. So he puts all his suspitions together, and with a grim realization figures out that Sybil is a half demon. because no human should be able to do that + the tropical fruit + insane hearing its just too much to be a coincidence, so he tells her. and she flips.
SO THERES MY THREE IDEAS!! again this is ALL copyright to me!!
characters
sybil Bryingwood-main caracter
Liz-best friend (listener)
Cloe Sabath- (shapeshifter)
Claire- bitch of styks high (oracle/immortal)
Mr thompson- principal of styks high (horned god)
Darcy- assistant
Becky - friend ( vampire)
Sandra - friend (faerie)
Micheal - friend ( fallen angel)
Soul- friend (necromancer)
Tommy - friend (human)
Parus - bitch of st mary's (human)
Gerry - appartement manager (human)
Paul - friend (shadow demon)
Oizya ( misery ) - claire's bitch ( greek goddess -daughter of Nyx)
Lyssa ( madness ) - " ~~ "
James- boyfriend ( half fire demon)
Copyright JMKempster
J.
2. Paul ( shadow demon) see's the article so he discusses it with Sybil, because he wants her to know that it isnt evil, or scary even, it can be beautiful and amazing if you look at it the rightway. So he shifts into shadow ( to prove a point) but Sybil was listening for him so she got pulled into the shadow aswell, and soon she learns she can do it on her own, so she and Paul hang out a lot and become friends and watch from the shadows where no one an see them so they can hear what peoples really want to say, when peoples arent around.
3. ( not sure if im going to use this one) James thinks that Sybil is cheating on him with Paul because she's been spending so much time with him and they'd disapear for hours only to come back all smiling. So sybil laughs and explains to him darkness, and then shows him. So he puts all his suspitions together, and with a grim realization figures out that Sybil is a half demon. because no human should be able to do that + the tropical fruit + insane hearing its just too much to be a coincidence, so he tells her. and she flips.
SO THERES MY THREE IDEAS!! again this is ALL copyright to me!!
characters
sybil Bryingwood-main caracter
Liz-best friend (listener)
Cloe Sabath- (shapeshifter)
Claire- bitch of styks high (oracle/immortal)
Mr thompson- principal of styks high (horned god)
Darcy- assistant
Becky - friend ( vampire)
Sandra - friend (faerie)
Micheal - friend ( fallen angel)
Soul- friend (necromancer)
Tommy - friend (human)
Parus - bitch of st mary's (human)
Gerry - appartement manager (human)
Paul - friend (shadow demon)
Oizya ( misery ) - claire's bitch ( greek goddess -daughter of Nyx)
Lyssa ( madness ) - " ~~ "
James- boyfriend ( half fire demon)
Copyright JMKempster
J.
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
"The Voice"
I just got e-mailed back from a bunch of publisher's and the peoplez from free the children and they all like my "Voice" article!!!!! The guy from free the children's name is kiranen and he wants me to spread it around because he really thinks it really showed the message they wanted peoples to hear so today i'm posting my story
. . .
The Voice
"Hello, my name is Ryan Withershaw, and I'm here to talk to you about something a lot of people don't have; a Voice..." I wasn't always a public speaker; I used to be an average teenage boy. As I stood on stage talking to a large group of peoples, telling them my story, I thought of the beginning. And that's what I'm sharing with you.
It was almost lunch. God, I couldn't wait to get out of my stuffy history classroom. My teacher, Mr.Shelaski, was talking about poverty in Africa, and frankly I didn't care. So what? They live all the way around the world, how is that my problem? Whatever. I rather be outside playing soccer with my friends. I turned my head to gaze out the window, I was so bored.
Slowly I could feel my eyelids getting heavy and my head drooping. The last thing I heard was my teacher droning on.
When I opened my eyes I was sitting on the ground, somewhere sandy and dry. Africa. There was a tree nearby, if you could call it that, and I saw someone hiding behind it. I got up abruptly and yelled "Whose there? Show yourself!" A little girl no taller than my shoulder came scurrying out, nearly tripping over her own feet to do so. Then she dropped to her hands and knees in front of me. I calmed down and then asked "What are you doing?"
She looked up at me like I was daft, then it turned to fright. "You told me come, no?" She had trouble speaking English.
"But why are you on your knees?" She gave me a look once again. She had dark skin, big brown eyes that hid behind long matted hair. She was so frail and thin underneath the rag of a dress she wore it was sick.
"Do I do wrong, Master?"
I sat down next to her, startling her a bit. "Sorry," I muttered and she stuck her nose to the ground again. "Oh, come on! Stop that! What's your name?"
"Banjuki Master."
"Stop all that Master nonsense, my name is Ryan. I'm dreaming right now, but still slightly confused."
"Why? Mast-Ryan."
"Well I fell asleep in class, I suppose. Why do you act like a slave?"
"I am slave. I am Children of African." I think she meant child.
"Oh." I still wasn't sure of this dream, it was fairly odd.
"You funny," she stopped herself and covered her mouth with her hands. "Sorry!"
"Why are you sorry?"
"Master! I speak out of turn! I no speak. Forbidden. Shamed. I go" She got up to leave but I grabbed her hand and she sat again. "But, I go. Punished."
"None of that now. I'm just Ryan, no Master, or sir. Just me! I want you to tell me everything." And I did. I really did, and only the lord knows why.
"Tell?"
"Yes, you know speak..." She really had no clue.
"Come, tell me your story." I stopped and just waited. And sure enough she started to tell me her story, however timidly and quiet.
"Me, sister, brother alone. Mother died, father in military. We hungry... hmm. Each day we work and work as slaves. Then come home and cook and walk long time for water...." And it went on. It seemed like hours passed by. This girl spoke telling me the story of famine, hardship, slavery, beatings, and much more. So I sat and for once I just listened. And finally she finished. She had been beaten and fallen sick, and still she rode on. Her sister had died. Her brother shot and her left for dead. The horrors this one girl has seen, and she had told no one! There was no one to tell it to! No one had listened.
It was quiet. She was done and she just sat staring at the ground. I didn't know what to say. What do you say? This girl was around nine years of age and she had gone through more in one day of her life than I had done through all of mine. A single tear welled up in my eye, and slid down my cheek. I watched it fall and hit the ground. I knew what to say. "I hear you!"
She looked up at me and a smile spread across her face, she laughed and cryed at the same time. Exasperated, she sighed out one word that seemed to echo for a million voices. "Finally" I leaned over and hugged this beautiful girl, and suring that moment I knew that it was child of African it truly was Children. She represented them all. Soon she started glowing, white light seeming to pour out of everywhere, and it continued to grow brighter until she was so bright I had to turn away. When the light faded from behind my closed eyelids, I opened them and turned around to a young woman. She was full of wisdom, and sorrow.
"Dear boy, you have heard us, the Children of Africa, now you know the cage we are caught in. The pain we feel. You feel as we feel. But there is something that you have that we, do not."
"What is that?" she smiled and seemed to chime the words,
"A Voice! We have a life of hardship. We cannot speak out of turn, say what's on our mind. We are powerless. Even as one we cannot stand up or make a difference but you can! It's your time, speak, show the world and know that we are all behind you..."
Slowly the image shifted. Everything getting fainter and farther. The last image I could make out was of Banjuki smiling and waving at me.
Then I was in class again. I jumped out of my seat knocking over my chair and interrupting the teacher. Everyone's eyes were on me.
"Sir, can I speak in front of the class please?" Eyes wide he nodded, I never did things such as this. Never. As I turned towards the class I almost sat back down again. But then I closed my eyes and for a moment I saw Banjuki nod reassuringly. I had a voice, and it was my time to speak.
So that's how it happened. I told my class, then my school, then several schools and now I'm telling National television. Each time they listened and I felt even better. I looked at the camera closed my eyes and saw Banjuki, like I always do. I don't know if what I saw was real or not but it didn't matter. I was here right now and I had a voice!
"Hello, my name is Ryan Withershaw, and I'm here to talk to you about something a lot of people don't have; a Voice..." I wasn't always a public speaker; I used to be an average teenage boy. As I stood on stage talking to a large group of peoples, telling them my story, I thought of the beginning. And that's what I'm sharing with you.
It was almost lunch. God, I couldn't wait to get out of my stuffy history classroom. My teacher, Mr.Shelaski, was talking about poverty in Africa, and frankly I didn't care. So what? They live all the way around the world, how is that my problem? Whatever. I rather be outside playing soccer with my friends. I turned my head to gaze out the window, I was so bored.
Slowly I could feel my eyelids getting heavy and my head drooping. The last thing I heard was my teacher droning on.
When I opened my eyes I was sitting on the ground, somewhere sandy and dry. Africa. There was a tree nearby, if you could call it that, and I saw someone hiding behind it. I got up abruptly and yelled "Whose there? Show yourself!" A little girl no taller than my shoulder came scurrying out, nearly tripping over her own feet to do so. Then she dropped to her hands and knees in front of me. I calmed down and then asked "What are you doing?"
She looked up at me like I was daft, then it turned to fright. "You told me come, no?" She had trouble speaking English.
"But why are you on your knees?" She gave me a look once again. She had dark skin, big brown eyes that hid behind long matted hair. She was so frail and thin underneath the rag of a dress she wore it was sick.
"Do I do wrong, Master?"
I sat down next to her, startling her a bit. "Sorry," I muttered and she stuck her nose to the ground again. "Oh, come on! Stop that! What's your name?"
"Banjuki Master."
"Stop all that Master nonsense, my name is Ryan. I'm dreaming right now, but still slightly confused."
"Why? Mast-Ryan."
"Well I fell asleep in class, I suppose. Why do you act like a slave?"
"I am slave. I am Children of African." I think she meant child.
"Oh." I still wasn't sure of this dream, it was fairly odd.
"You funny," she stopped herself and covered her mouth with her hands. "Sorry!"
"Why are you sorry?"
"Master! I speak out of turn! I no speak. Forbidden. Shamed. I go" She got up to leave but I grabbed her hand and she sat again. "But, I go. Punished."
"None of that now. I'm just Ryan, no Master, or sir. Just me! I want you to tell me everything." And I did. I really did, and only the lord knows why.
"Tell?"
"Yes, you know speak..." She really had no clue.
"Come, tell me your story." I stopped and just waited. And sure enough she started to tell me her story, however timidly and quiet.
"Me, sister, brother alone. Mother died, father in military. We hungry... hmm. Each day we work and work as slaves. Then come home and cook and walk long time for water...." And it went on. It seemed like hours passed by. This girl spoke telling me the story of famine, hardship, slavery, beatings, and much more. So I sat and for once I just listened. And finally she finished. She had been beaten and fallen sick, and still she rode on. Her sister had died. Her brother shot and her left for dead. The horrors this one girl has seen, and she had told no one! There was no one to tell it to! No one had listened.
It was quiet. She was done and she just sat staring at the ground. I didn't know what to say. What do you say? This girl was around nine years of age and she had gone through more in one day of her life than I had done through all of mine. A single tear welled up in my eye, and slid down my cheek. I watched it fall and hit the ground. I knew what to say. "I hear you!"
She looked up at me and a smile spread across her face, she laughed and cryed at the same time. Exasperated, she sighed out one word that seemed to echo for a million voices. "Finally" I leaned over and hugged this beautiful girl, and suring that moment I knew that it was child of African it truly was Children. She represented them all. Soon she started glowing, white light seeming to pour out of everywhere, and it continued to grow brighter until she was so bright I had to turn away. When the light faded from behind my closed eyelids, I opened them and turned around to a young woman. She was full of wisdom, and sorrow.
"Dear boy, you have heard us, the Children of Africa, now you know the cage we are caught in. The pain we feel. You feel as we feel. But there is something that you have that we, do not."
"What is that?" she smiled and seemed to chime the words,
"A Voice! We have a life of hardship. We cannot speak out of turn, say what's on our mind. We are powerless. Even as one we cannot stand up or make a difference but you can! It's your time, speak, show the world and know that we are all behind you..."
Slowly the image shifted. Everything getting fainter and farther. The last image I could make out was of Banjuki smiling and waving at me.
Then I was in class again. I jumped out of my seat knocking over my chair and interrupting the teacher. Everyone's eyes were on me.
"Sir, can I speak in front of the class please?" Eyes wide he nodded, I never did things such as this. Never. As I turned towards the class I almost sat back down again. But then I closed my eyes and for a moment I saw Banjuki nod reassuringly. I had a voice, and it was my time to speak.
So that's how it happened. I told my class, then my school, then several schools and now I'm telling National television. Each time they listened and I felt even better. I looked at the camera closed my eyes and saw Banjuki, like I always do. I don't know if what I saw was real or not but it didn't matter. I was here right now and I had a voice!
. . .
Hope you guys like it !!!! post any comments please, negative and positive are good, I am going to admit that it has some kinks to work out and there was a part i wanted to add in. Thank you
From a writer's perspective,
J.
Monday, March 23, 2009
first day back, and writting
okay so today was the first day back at school and i thought oh god im going to be swamped and un prepared but surprisingly i fell back into the paturn really quick. it was sooo good to see familiar faces agian. i missed everyone! i don't know how ill be able to stand next year! i guess ill just hang out with isaac. lol i found out he's going to the new school. and we dont have to go outside for reccess so i might just stay in the library and read the whole time. hey then i wont need friends because i can stay in the wonderful world of books. and always get more work done for school. always a plus.... but still im going to miss all the weird comments and the faces. and knowing that whenever something happens i can turn to one of my friends for laughs..... :( grr! well i guess we'll just have to hang out more! anyways. the day was pretty slow. we didn't do much and in french we're reading this story and its soo cool. like really inspirational.
Right now i have so much on my mind and i dont really know how to sort through it all. i want to write it all down but its kind of hard because i have no clue how the hell i plan on sorting through it all. once i know ill tell you promis. ive worked a bit more on my book and its a lot of work. i mean i thought it would be easy you now.... like sit down one weekend and just write it. but seriously thats a lot of work when your 13! i mean you try to but every 5 minutes you get interupted. or youre too busy to find the time! sometimes i wish i didnt have school, or that i could just tell my mom i dont exist for the week. or be able to go somewhere withought interuption. most authors, if you ask them like when they write theyll tell you that they keep weird times because they never really know when inspiration will hit. well thats the same with me but i dont really have the choice, i still have to follow the rules. like sometimes i want to write at like 3 am. or the middle of class, and i can't. that or it takes a while to get started because you have so much else going on around you that its hard to pick up the thought you left off from. the feeling the image you had. its hard. but over the smmer that's what ill do. my mom works still and most of the summer im alone at home or with my sis but we really only talk when we eat. i usually just sit on the room and tan or hang. ill do that but ill write and then ill be able to keep weird times, and write when i feel and eat when i feel like it and stuff. then i think ill get a lot more done than im getting now. i mean im not even at the part where she goes to styks high. right now she still goes to st mary's though she's skipping. and her dads taking her for a ski trip. LIKE RIGTH NOW!!! im writting this and my mom just interupted me to say i have to come set the table for dinner. i better go before she gets mad.
from a writters perspective
J.
Right now i have so much on my mind and i dont really know how to sort through it all. i want to write it all down but its kind of hard because i have no clue how the hell i plan on sorting through it all. once i know ill tell you promis. ive worked a bit more on my book and its a lot of work. i mean i thought it would be easy you now.... like sit down one weekend and just write it. but seriously thats a lot of work when your 13! i mean you try to but every 5 minutes you get interupted. or youre too busy to find the time! sometimes i wish i didnt have school, or that i could just tell my mom i dont exist for the week. or be able to go somewhere withought interuption. most authors, if you ask them like when they write theyll tell you that they keep weird times because they never really know when inspiration will hit. well thats the same with me but i dont really have the choice, i still have to follow the rules. like sometimes i want to write at like 3 am. or the middle of class, and i can't. that or it takes a while to get started because you have so much else going on around you that its hard to pick up the thought you left off from. the feeling the image you had. its hard. but over the smmer that's what ill do. my mom works still and most of the summer im alone at home or with my sis but we really only talk when we eat. i usually just sit on the room and tan or hang. ill do that but ill write and then ill be able to keep weird times, and write when i feel and eat when i feel like it and stuff. then i think ill get a lot more done than im getting now. i mean im not even at the part where she goes to styks high. right now she still goes to st mary's though she's skipping. and her dads taking her for a ski trip. LIKE RIGTH NOW!!! im writting this and my mom just interupted me to say i have to come set the table for dinner. i better go before she gets mad.
from a writters perspective
J.
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