Friday, January 28, 2005

Young Authors Cramming (Day 1 of 15)
I have approximately fifteen days (including today) to create a make-shift ending to "Revival" and send it in for Young Authors. What rally sucks about my school's YA is that it isn't apart of the Scholastic one, so the chance of getting published is gone.
Now, many of you are probably wondering why the hell I'm doing this. My answer? "How the hell should I know?"
Right after sixth grade, it seems rather childish to do something like this, but last year, I met the poetry winner, who was also an anime fan and had some awesome pictures in her book. ^_^ There really is no point in entering this contest; however, wining makes ya feel speical. XD
On a related note, my friend Lorenza (aka, Tani) and I have teamed up and are going to create a website featuring our stories.
TRANSLATION: I make the coding, I teach her where and how to update, I update more because I have more time to write, etc.
The two of us are healthy competition for each other. What's strange is that I say her writing is better while she says my writing is better.

KAT'S STRONG POINTS: Huge bouts of dialouge, strongly interacting characters
TANI'S STRONG POINTS: Incredibly detailed descriptions, professional-quality material

It's almost rather obvious about how and why I think her writing is better. For example, here are the beginnings to both of our stories, mine being "Revival" and hers being "Keepers of the Thirteen Seals" (Kotts for short. XD)

Keepers of the Thirteen Seals:
Sitting with legs crossed, hands folded in lap, and shoulders parallel to the floor, I, Ciara Ayame’Liluye was forced to suppress a large yawn of boredom. The yawn was an effort due to the fact that the bodice I was wearing underneath the dress was restricting my air. My hand momentarily twitched on the pale lavender skirts of the lacey dress, but I forced myself not to fiddle. I was sitting at one of the walls of a large ballroom, watching as the adults danced and talked, waiting until that time when a suitor would come to ask my hand to dance, and I would be forced to oblige out of proper conduct.

Revival:
I flipped up the board with my right foot, catching it nimbly in my left. The claw-like fingernails scratched against the sandpaper grip.
“Hey Kat,” said a familiar voice, and my ears twitched as Eowyn, my friend, appeared behind me in a soft glow of lavender light.
“Yo,” I replied, turning around with a smile on my face. Seeing Eowyn there, being her normal, cheerful self, always made me feel good. “Is there a reason you wanted to see me?”
“Yeah, like always.” She searched her pockets; her hands looking like mice were scrambling around in there, and finally pulled out a stone fragment.
“No…no way…” I managed to say on a breath. Pinched between Eowyn’s thumb and forefinger was the most valuable object between us at the moment – a fragment from the Stone of Sages.

So you can, again, see why her writing is a lot better than mine. -___-
My goal is to update this place everday until the day of finally submitting "Revival" to YA. Then, I'll never post again.
...Sorry. I lied.
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