Nick and Norah’s Infinite Playlist: Review

So, the first book written by David Levithan and Rachel Cohn is my last one to read. Was it worth it? I have no clue. It’s definitely not my favorite of the three, but it’s a great book that shouldn’t be overlooked.

Nick’s desperately trying not to look desperate, and Norah starts off not wanting to lose her drunken friend. There’s a lot to be said on just that alone. The entire story is based around the night they meet, but what a night. It’s filled with everything that can go wrong from Nick’s ex finding them to them getting caught half naked by and elderly couple.

The story isn’t only about them though. It’s a lot deeper than just that. The story’s truly about finding that one person who doesn’t just drive you into a lustful fit, but the one who makes you feel truly and completely loved. No spoilers though. Just go read the book yourself to see how it all works out. I promise that it’s something worth looking into.

Naomi and Ely’s No Kiss List: Review

This book really had me. It got into all of my emotions, especially anger. There were times where I wanted to kill Ely…a lot…with a very blunt weapon in a very angry way. My own opinion changed a lot throughout the book, but until it started getting close to the end, I hated Ely with a passion.

The book is mainly about this huge fight between Naomi and Ely. Naomi is deeply in love with Ely, but there’s one problem with that…He’s gay and doesn’t love his best friend the way she loves him. It’s a story that really draws you in and you feel very strongly for each character. It’s impossible to not want the best for them all…even if you think a certain one should be killed in horrible ways.

Love, friendship, betrayal, and trust are all huge topics in this story. It goes between a large set of characters, which is something that I’ve never seen. It’s very interesting though. To see how each character takes things in during their chapter(s) is something that more authors should do. Either way though, it’s a great story that really makes you think on things and each character has a strong role at one point or another. It’s definitely worth a read for anyone who hasn’t do so already.

Next on the list is David and Rachel’s first book together, Nick and Norah’s Infinite Playlist. I’ll get back the day I finish it.

Speak: Review

Speak by Laurie Halse Anderson is a very hard book to wrap myself around for a review. It’s a story that draws you in, making you feel Melinda, it’s main character.

The story showcases not only how your typical high school feels, but also some of the more taboo topics that writers have to choose from. Friendship, betrayal, sexuality, and so much more comes out, yet it’s put in a way that anyone can associate themselves with.

This story isn’t too vivid, yet I couldn’t help but feel each painful moment that Melinda went through. I was starting to worry that she’d end up going completely downhill as a self-hating recluse, but then her moment came.

This is the kind of story that sticks with you for years, and I honesty have to see the movie now. I want to see how someone can take something so suited in the novel format and put it out as a movie.

I know that I’m late to the punch on this book and many of the others that I have and will review, but I review as I read. I take note of all that I feel, and that’s what matters. This is a great story, and if you, like me, have yet to read it, I do suggest that you pick it up as soon as possible. It’s too great of a story to miss out on.

The next few books I plan on reading are Naomi and Ely’s No Kiss List, Nick and Nora’s Infinate Playlist, Suite Scarlett , Sister’s in Sanity, Tithe, and Wintergils.

Dramatic Writing

There are times as a writer that you will undoubtedly be wrapped up in your writing that you forget about it being just a story you’re creating, instead of something that’s actually happening. It’s hard to go through and keep on working when you feel all those emotions bearing down on you.

That’s part of what I’ve been going through lately. It’s more than just that though. I’ve been dealing with my own stuff as well. Hard home life, no job for almost two months, and bills to worry about coming through. The ONLY thing I’ve been able to rely on for the most part is my love life.

That being said, it’s getting harder and harder to just think up what to write on my books. I thought I was just going to take a short break, but if I can’t get past all of this, I’m not sure how long it’s actually going to take for me to dedicate myself to an actual story. I have a long way to go before I’m able to get past this. I’m very thankful for those who understand that I’m going through a bit of stress. No. I’m not the most stressed out person in the world. I do know people who have it worse than I do. I’m very close with one of them. What I’m saying is that I’m not going to force myself to do more than I can handle.

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Finding When It’s Needed

For many writers, the biggest problem faced would have to be figuring out when to take a step back from writing for a while. What’s that big deal with other people who need our attention? Don’t they know what we’re doing is more important than anything they’re doing or trying to do? That’s a good way to spend the rest of your life alone. You have plenty of time for writing, so take some extra time for other people. You want to keep on writing even though other people are with you? Then just go ahead and kill your career. Yeah. Things like that are important as a writer. People will help you out while you’re writing, but you have to show them that they are important enough to sacrifice your time. It’s not very hard to simply set your work aside. It’ll be there for you when you’re ready.

What you really need to do if find when it’s needed to write and when it’s needed to take a break. Sometimes it’s easy, like when you’re really burned out from writing. You know you can’t writer well, so you take a break and go back to it when you’ve been refreshed. Other times, it’s much harder, like when you’ve been spending too much time on your writing and other people feel left out from your life. How can you tell what they’re thinking? A good idea is to limit your writing, but even then, it doesn’t always work. People are very important. They help inspire you and make you feel important. We’re writers, we make ourselves feel emotional when needed, and it helps to have people close to us to help us when we feel depressed. Even when real depression kicks in, they’ll be there when we need them, but we have to treat them with the same respect that they’ve treated us with. It’s a hard and long process to simply write a book, so keep people close and find when it’s needed to pick up or set down your pencil/computer/typewriter.

On that note, I’m going to be taking a hiatus from my computer for a about a month and a half. I’ll be posting on my blogs a few times a week, but other than that, I’m going to be offline. I’ll still post my blog links on twitter, so other than that, I’ll be off spending time with my fiance and just enjoying my time off from writing. My return to work will be in early to mid February. I plan on working on a few flash fictions to start off then I’ll get back into my Edgeworks again. Anyway, I’ll see you all later.

Zomft Darika 1

Zomft Darika is my first attempt at fun writing in years. The idea behind it was, “What would happen if I was put into my fantasy world?” Now it’s still in the works, but since it’s just for fun, I thought I’d share it on here. I’m in love with the idea of it, and I want to see how things go. I’ll put a little information about it with each post, and I’ll also answer any questions on it with anyone who asks. Anyway, here’s Zomft Darika

It had been a very odd day for Jay Hawshkins. He had woken up in a world of his own creation, chased around by a creature only he could have explained, stalked a character he made up, and somehow ended up in an apartment room that was connected to every time and character that Jay had thought up for the planet.

The boy sighed and rubbed his cheek after being slapped by Rain, his favourite Alter Chao. “Look YOU! I know you made all this. That’s why nothing can happen to you. Without you, You’re not allowed to leave here, understand?!” Jay looked to the side and grumbled under his breath. “Fine, but I’ll do everything I can to at least explore everything that goes on in here.”

Here was, of course Zomft Darika, the only place in all of Edge that existed in a paradoxical realm. It was more than just Edge. It contained all that Jay had created, yet there was so much more. Jay looked around the room. It was the best room he had ever been in; big, but not too big, and the walls were light green with blots of blue that made it look like someone had just tossed paint from the bucket right into the wall. The bed was the exact same way, perfect for his tastes. Everything about that place was perfect for Jay. The only problem was he couldn’t be Jay Hawshkins.

Rain sighed and twirled some chaos in her hand until a small card formed on her other hand. It looked exactly like Jay, yet it wasn’t like the mug shots that he was used to seeing on ID cards. “You’re going to be Rotric Torivrim. DON’T use your real name.” Jay sighed and looked over the card. It was as detailed as the cards he was used to seeing, yet it wasn’t from Earth. He knew that. “Troarvic…That’s the country…Wait…I’m in the biggest trade city in Edge?”

Rain shrugged gently. It was obvious that she wasn’t interested in the trivial facts of Edge, yet she was worried about Jay. “How…how did you know that I was the creator of Edge?” Rain tossed Jay’s driver’s license over to him along with an emblem drawn on a folded piece of paper. “Who else would have made this? You’re not from this world, yet you know about our symbols, our history. This apartment complex exists in everything…except your world, apparently. When people leave here, they forget about what’s all gone on. They’re back where they belong. I come back…because I made sure I wouldn’t forget. I wrote down my room number and I said to come back whenever I could.”

Jay wasn’t sure why Rain was telling him this, but he wasn’t going to simply put it off like it didn’t matter. He smiled and slowly shook his head. “Don’t worry, Rain. I’ll be sure I’m safe and I don’t leave this complex. I promise.”

With that, Rain nodded and left Jay. He looked down then back around his room. “This is…nice,” was all he could think to say about things. It was a whole new world to him, yet he knew everything about it…or he thought he did.

Just then, Jay heard clashing metal, and was instantly filled with glee. He quickly ran out of his room and followed the noise into the courtyard where he saw one of the first person he made for Edge fighting against himself of all people. “Roshetta?”

Both men looked over to Jay, their swords still pushing against one another. One Roshetta looked older, most likely in his mid-twenties, and his muscles actually existed while the other Roshetta was, at most, nineteen. Also, the older Roshetta’s sword didn’t have any chains. “Wait…” It was then that it hit him. This apartment wasn’t just for those who existed in Edge. It was for every one of Jay’s worlds, or at least his original characters. “How many other people’s characters lived here too?” Jay thought aloud.

The Roshetta’s went back to their spar, going clash for clash, swing for swing, against one another, the older simply a version he reformed for a role playing club that was based around a video game world that Jay loved. “So Hyrule characters are here too, but that means…”

Jay quickly turned around to see a small child with pure black hair and Jade green eyes. She wore a red and orange sun dress, and she was followed by a man with very curly curly hair. “Dawn…Kumar. Wow…This is…just wow.”

The girl simply smiled and waved to Jay then ran up to the older Roshetta and gave him a great big hug, knocking him over as the younger Roshetta laughed and shook his head. “Looks like it’s time for Daddy to take care of the little one.”

Dawn stuck out her tongue then nuzzled into Roshetta’s chest, happy to be with him, though in all honesty, she had probably only been away from him for an hour or two. “Mommy said that he had to go and get a few things.” Kumar nodded gently and smiled, walking away without having to say anything. He let Dawn do his talking. He acted…differently that Jay expected, but Jay wasn’t going to push any questions until the right time. Kumar was busy anyway. Jay let the man walk away, wondering how he was going to come back, since Rain had made it clear that people never had any memories of this place after they left.

He didn’t have time to think on that though. Dawn walked over to Jay and pulled out a plush from the bag that she carried with her everywhere. “Hello. This is Bomb!” The plush did indeed look like a bomb from the fictional world of Hyrule. Jay didn’t pay attention to the plush though. He was more focused on the bag. It was THE bag; the one Dawn’s mother had made for her. It held so much value to the little girl…but it was raggedy, worn, and it had patches all over it.

Jay slowly knelt down and smiled. “Hello Bomb. My name is J…I mean I’m Rotric. And who are you little girl?” He already knew who she was, what all she had gone through, yet he knew that he couldn’t reveal that. Jay had to live a lie, at least he had to most of the time. “I’m actually new around here though.” Dawn nodded and took Jay’s hand, pulling him over to the older Roshetta, the younger one already gone for the moment. “This is Wotwic…Wait…Rotric. Yeah. This is Rotric, and he’s just moved here, Daddy.” Roshetta nodded and gently handed Jay his broadsword. The moment it was in the boy’s hand, Jay and the sword, fell down to the ground, hitting it with a loud thud.

Roshetta laughed softly and gently pulled up the sword. “So you are as weak as you look. Good. I guess that Roshetta is weird even in his own land.” Jay groaned and slowly lifted himself back up then dusted the dirt from his clothes. “You could have just asked.”

Roshetta shrugged and sheathed his sword as Jay sighed, finally happy with how he looked for the time being. “Well,” Roshetta started. “How do you know me…or the other Roshetta?”

Jay was already found out…well sort of anyway. He thought for a moment then shrugged. “Rain told me to find you,” he lied. “She said that you’d be able to show me around here.” Roshetta nodded and picked up Dawn as Jay let out a slow sigh of relief. “This has been a very odd day indeed. I hope it gets at least a little easier from here.”

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And that’s it. You have all of the part of Zomft Darika. The next part should be up later today.

Chatspeak and Writing Pet Peeves

“Your doing great” “It’s a gr8 day” “Hai there. How r u?”

These are all said all the time. Did you notice how they’re incorrect? Now, I will admit that I used to use the last one, but I never once did the first two, and I never will. I know that it’s something that shouldn’t be a big deal, but I see people who say that people want to read their books who have made their books using one or more of these examples in one form or another. This is something that has saddened me over the years. People try to pass off bad spelling and grammar with the idea that a good story will prevail. Most agents and publishers will ignore you completely if you don’t put effort into your book’s grammar and mechanics. It’s not a hard thing to do if you just study up and ask for help when needed. You have to actually take that help though. You can’t just ignore stories that are as bad as My Immortal that are trying to sell themselves off as good literature. I’ve seen it far too many times in the short time I’ve been alive, and it only gets more stressful.

All of this gets even worse when you’re in public chat rooms on any website from deviantART to just about anything with a chatroom as a main part of the site. I know that this feels like I’m ranting, but just follow me on this. “Lok at my buk its liek da best ting evar!” Vs. “Look at my book. It’s, like, the best thing ever!” I don’t suggest ever telling someone, but you get my point now. Grammar and spelling are very crucial to any book, and that takes a lot of work. For those who are used to writing correctly, then doing something like the bad sentence actually takes effort, while the second one is what you’re used to doing, since you do it all the time. For those who do write like my first example, I implore you to rethink what you’re doing. If you really want to get published, then it’s going to take a lot of work and patience for you to get everything the way it’s supposed to be. Now there are writers who can get away with making grammatical errors such as David Levithan. Read Will Grayson, Will Grayson for a good look at what is and isn’t allowed and how to push the limits. David Levithan worked with John Green, and you can easily tell that they have different writing styles, but that is exactly what the book was all about….or at least one of the themes I found in the book. Anyway, that’s all for now. I hope that you’ve gotten some clarity on things other than my distaste on the downfall of the English language.

Have a great day,
Jeremy