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.


The Heart Of A Cheater

I can’t believe what I’ve done. After all we’ve been through, after our years of marriage, our three children, our dedication to each other, I cheated on you. I hurt you, and I’ve ruined all that we are, all the we could have been. I was selfish, and now our lives are ruined. I can’t be trusted anymore. I can’t be seen the same way again.

I’m sorry. I’ll go. I don’t want to hurt you again. I can’t possibly understand how you feel right now, the pain, the suffering that you must be going through right now. Are you hurting still? I’m sorry. Why can’t I just get out of your head? You still love me even though I did this to you? No. I’m not worth your love, but I can’t leave you. I’m sure to do it again, but I’ll do all I can to avoid it.

Don’t ask. I’ve been going through a lot lately. My mind’s been going so back and forth on things and this is where it ended up. Obviously, this isn’t about me, since I’m not married, I don’t have any kids, and I really don’t have it in me to do something like this. If I did, I’d have gone insane shortly after doing it and everyone would know about it. This is where my mind went…I don’t know why, and right now all I really want to do is hold the one I love and kiss her until I feel like myself again.

Winds Of Change

A few people have asked me what Winds Of Change is about, what inspired me to do a story about the relationship between a Dari slave and her new human master. Well, in all honestly, I’ve done lots of roleplays about slavery with my closest and dearest friend. She was the first person to get me into doing stories around topics that aren’t really talked about in reality. Her and I have talked and roleplayed about slavery, politics, religion, and many other topics that quite a few people would rather force down your throat or avoid completely.

She forced me to think outside of the box, to do things that I was taught to never think up, and guess what. They made me think even more. I owe EVERYTHING to her, and to be honest, I doubt I’d be where I am today without the support that I’ve gotten from her.

Back on topic, man I get sidetracked a lot. Anyway, Winds Of Change has no real grounding on my real life. It’s not a satirical look at my past of my decisions. Rahi isn’t me in any way, shape, or form. Him and I are bound to agree on things, but he is not my platform. Neither is Vridna. Her name is simply the Dari form of Veronica. It was also influenced by Minda from The Legend of Zelda Twilight Princess. Yes, I’m a geek, and I love it.

The personalities of the characters are based around aspects of the characters from the RPs that my friend and I have done over the years. I haven’t decided if I want to actually put anyone who’s exactly like any of those characters, but I got sidetracked again for a moment.

Winds Of Change is my dedication to my friend. That being said, the first of each book that is ever produced goes to her. It will be signed by me. I’d say that it’d be signed by the artist as well, but that would mean making her wait for it to ship from her to Estonia and back, and I don’t really want her to wait for each book while other people are getting them before the artist even has her book. Winds Of Change is one of my biggest projects, and it brings together over three years of stories on top of being the deepest story I’ve ever thought of.

Also, for anyone who likes symbolism, this entry was completed a few days ago. I thought I’d have it go up at the same time I started my job. ^^ Anyway, I’ll leave you all with this. Always remember those you’ve talked to, those who’ve made an impact on you the most, and those who’ve truly cared about you. They’re your greatest asset as writers and as people.

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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Zomft Darika 2

A new installment of Zomft Darika. It’s the second one, and there’s not a lot going on right now. I’m simply introducing characters that have made their mark in Edge. I’m not completely sure how things are going to work out with this, but that’s okay. It’s not a big deal to me, and I’m doing it just for fun. Anyway, here’s what you’ve been waiting for. As always, I’m always up for some Q&A.

Jay followed behind Roshetta as Dawn jumped down and smiled at the newcomer. Jay never felt so horrible in his life. He had created all that she was, yet he knew about her other story, her true story. Dawn was born to die, to be the reason that Rain even exists, but Jay wasn’t about to explain that to the little girl. She was so young, so full of ambition. Besides, that Dawn wasn’t here. This was the Dawn that was made for the same club that the older Roshetta was in.

Dawn started walking backwards as she just looked at Jay. ~I don’t remember her being able to do that~ Jay shook his head and leaned forward to pick Dawn up, who happily complied with his wish. “You nice,” she said.

“You don’t know that,” Jay responded. “For all you know, I could be an evil man looking for little girls to be my evil minions.”

Roshetta laughed softly and shook his head as he kept walking. “If you were an evil overlord, you wouldn’t have said so to a small child, even if you were looking for minions.”

Jay chuckled and smiled as Dawn climbed onto his shoulders, ready to help out however she could. “Yes, mastah. I be best ebil one ebah!” Dawn said in an adorable attempt at sounding like an evil minion.

“Yes you will, Dawn, now be good, or he’ll never respect you as a minion,” Roshetta advised as he turned back to make sure Jay was paying attention to where he was going. “Hey. Rotric. What brought you here to the Zomft?”

Jay stopped the moment he saw Roshetta turn. Dawn giggled while still holding onto Jay’s shoulders. “Well, Rain basically just told me to stay here. I didn’t have much choice, but it’s probably for the best.”

Roshetta chuckled and sighed deeply. “Okay. So you know Rain. That means, you can be trusted. Anyway, this is the dining area. Everything in the Zomft is taken care of. It’s original purpose was to be used as a diplomatic lounge, but on its first use, people couldn’t remember what happened while they were inside, so now it’s here for anyone who can enter.”

“So how do people live here?” Jay wanted to know how everything worked, since none of it made sense to him. It didn’t make sense at all, but then again, he knew how confusing Edge could be.

“When people move in, they leave something important to them behind. If they don’t, then there’s nothing to come back to. Just like a few minutes ago. If Kumar had left with Dawn, he wouldn’t have any reason to return. To him, she’s still here, so even if she leaves, he’ll come back. I keep telling him to leave something else behind, but that’s his choice.” Roshetta acted so casually about it all, that Jay couldn’t help but think that there’s something else. He had no reason to, but it still made him feel paranoid about it.

Dawn let go of Jay and slowly slid off his back to run over to a little girl with pitch black hair who also held onto a small plush doll. She slowly looked up to Dawn and let a gentle smile cross her face. “Dawn…You comed back.”

Dawn nodded and happily hugged the little girl who yelped softly. “Ob course I comed back. I said I pwomised did I, Wose?”

Rose nodded gently as her smile became even wider. She then looked up to Roshetta and Jay then smiled at the larger man, scared since she didn’t know Jay. She whimpered softly and held her doll closer. “T-Tachie no know the guy with two hairs.”

~Rose~ Jayik laughed at the girl’s mention of his bleached bangs then gently ran his fingers through his hair. ~Shoot. Nobody on Edge has hair like this…This is bad. Very very bad! They don’t have bleach…I can’t keep my hair the way I like it.~ “I’m a friend of Rain’s. My name is Rotric.” Jay felt like a robot at that time. He had written all of Edge, yet he couldn’t even have a colorful way of telling a little girl what he just said. He felt so foolish, even if nobody was judging him. They didn’t know what he did, or even who he really was. They didn’t know that their entire lives were all thanks to him, and he was going to keep it that way.

Rose whimpered again and shoved her doll forward, as if the piece of cloth could protect her from harm. “Y-you no mean?” she asked as she started to shake, completely terrified by Jay’s somewhat odd appearance.

“I’d never be mean to anyone. You’re as safe with me as you are with Tachie.” Rose slowly pulled Tachie back, barely looking above the doll to Jay.

“Rotwic…nice…Okie.” Jay sighed in relief when Rose said those words. It was one of the oddest sensations Jay had ever known. He was happy that someone who wasn’t supposed to exist thought he was nice. He felt as though it was a good thing, yet it wasn’t important in the long run.

Dawn smiled and slowly stretched her arms out as she let out a gentle yawn. “Tired?” Roshetta asked as he picked up the young girl, who instantly curled into his arms. “Lets get you down for a nap, little one. I’m sure Rose could use some rest as well. I’ll be back in a little while Rotric. For now, just explore. Maybe even find something to eat in dining area.”

Jay nodded as he watched Roshetta walked off, Rose walking right behind the man as he went to put the girls down for a nap. “Wow. Today’s turning out to be a pretty odd day, yet I guess it’s alright. I’ve always wanted to have an experience like this. Maybe it’s just a really good dream. I really hope so.”

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.”

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,