Thursday, October 19, 2017

Announcing the Posting of a Novel - Feat. Part One of The Pain of a Memory!

Bongiorno (Or buona notte, depending on what time you read this post)! ;) I am announcing the entry of one of my novels onto this blog, that novel being The Pain of a Memory (which was my April Camp NaNo WIP). I know everyone's getting ready for real NaNo, but I'm not doing it this year (let's just say things were not ideal last year). In fact, posting this novel is kind-of my way of defying NaNo and glorifying Camp NaNo while every body else is doing the opposite. ;) But, anyhow, passing up on the matter of intensely-stressing writing-months, I give you the first chapter of The Pain of a Memory. Feel free to just skim read; eat it up; critique; not read it at all and still comment, haha; anything you want. ;) I love critiques, am ecstatic about you even reading the first few sentences, and am eager for you to love reading as much as more than I enjoyed writing it (with hopefully less nervous sweating and laborious thought of editing). ;D Anyways, without further ado, here it is (and I do realize it's incredibly messy, yes). :P


***

Anwynne glanced out the window of her carriage. Only a vast ocean of trees and mountains could be seen through that gap to the outside world. Perhaps another day she would have thought this sight splendid. But this day, she had no wonder to spare for such frivolities or simple beauties.

The scarlet leaves, slowly fading away from the silver-barked trees, were nothing. The silver mountain in the distance, glinting with ice in the lowering autumn sun, was nothing. They were nothing to her this day. They only served as a reminder of exactly why they were nothing to her. The leaves fell like the last days of her journey. The silver, ever-approaching winter, and that distant palace of stone, was like the faraway throne she would soon ascend to.


Anwynne was going to Nistria, a country far from her own Ingrecia. She would be there in but five days. There, as arranged by her own country, she would marry the king-to-be, Angelo I, and take up queenship there. A foreign queen in a cold land, drifting away from her own country with the last traces of autumn. This was why all that she now saw - every tree in that dying forest - was nothing to  her. Soon enough, it would all be gone, passing away like her own nothingness, only to be crowned in cold grandeur, as she would soon also be.
 
Anwynne knew it was her duty to her country to marry the prince. Thus, she was indifferent to it. If it must be, and it would bring greater peace for her country, then so be it. Anwynne had resigned herself to it.
 


And it wasn't as though she was being set up for unhappiness. Her mother had taken every measure to make sure Anwynne was happy. The Nistrian prince was not far from Anwynne's own age, and was known only for his qualities. So Anwynne had decided she would try to love him, and proceed with the alliance. And if she could not love him, then she would merely be queen as she could. It was no matter of any distress to her, and she almost found herself looking forward to the queenship, if nothing else. 

Anwynne glanced away from the window after a moment spent in thought. Her lady-in-waiting, Elystra - one of the only friends she had brought with her from Ingrecia - was sitting opposite her, embroidering some small thing. Maid Elystra had been slightly less unperturbed by the journey. She had been concerned for Anwynne. When told of the alliance, Elystra had tried to speak to Anwynne, and ask her to consider the choice in more depth. Anwynne had told Elystra that nothing would be wrong, and so Elystra had abandoned the subject. She was still sad to leave Ingrecia, no doubt, but she kept silent and went with Anwynne willingly.

Anwynne and Elystra had been friends for many a long year, despite their slight  differences in social rank. Though Anwynne could have chosen many companions for this journey, she only chose Elystra. Elystra was one of the only friends Anwynne had. And Anwynne only desired a little company, so Elystra had been perfect. Elystra had been willing to leave her home, and her inherited nobility, just to come with Anwynne. But this was the sort of character Elystra had, which was exactly why Anwynne loved her so.

 Anwynne's guard, like her attendance, was light. There had been trouble in Belestine - the country they had to pass through to get to Nistria - and so they had chosen to be secretive and stealthy in the mission. Her guard was only composed of about a dozen men, captained by Anwynne's only other friend, Elystra's twin brother, Errius. Other than that, the only guards were two sentries riding ahead to scout for danger.

Anwynne's thoughts were then interrupted by the voice of Elystra. "Your Grace...?"

Anwynne looked over at Elystra. "What is it, Elystra?"
 
Elystra looked down. "I have an odd feeling, Your Highness... that something is wrong, and I cannot brush it away"

Anwynne raised a brow. "I sense that this is not the first time you've had these doubts, Elystra"

Elystra blushed slightly, and took her focus off her embroidery. "I don't know, Princess. Somehow... I've had a foreboding feeling since this journey was proposed..." Elystra shook herself and tried to smile at Anwynne. "But I'm sure it's fine..."


Anwynne shook her head resignedly. Elystra was such a fearful little lamb...

Suddenly, the carriage stopped, and the sounds of the rest of the host ceased.

Elystra stopped embroidering and her eyes widened a bit. "What...?"
 
"I don't know", replied Anwynne instinctively, though Elystra had not finished the query.

Anwynne, in a small burst of courage looked slowly out the window. The guards were standing a little ways off, looking at the front of the carriage, where the Captain was riding. Then some voices sounded from in front of the carriage. Voices she didn't recognize. Then the guards moved closer to the carriage. Wait a moment. Those men were not guards. They were dressed in shabby clothes, and had knives at their belts rather than swords. Robbers. Anwynne quickly pulled the drapes over the window.

Then from the front of the carriage came a sword-like clanging, and the voices getting much louder, and the neighing of frightened horses. Anwynne's heart was beating at an insane swiftness, unable to be calmed by her self-assurances that Errius could handle the threat. She looked over at Elystra. Elystra's huge, silvery eyes were wide with worry, and her skin was even paler than usual, changed to an almost white tone. Her face was no longer so rosy, but ghost-like, and a rogue strand of her straight black hair was hanging over her face.
Gradually the swords stopped, and Anwynne listened as hard as she could for some sign that Errius' soldiers had triumphed. Then the carriage door abruptly opened, and a couple of men were revealed. The one that stood in front was extremely tall, with blue eyes glinting through black hair that hung over his face.


They proceeded - wordless - to take a shocked, but weakly struggling Elystra out and bind her. She tried to pull away, but fainted from using all her energy against them. Once they were finished with Elystra, they then pulled Anwynne out almost effortlessly. Once she was out, though, she kicked and she fought as hard as she could. However, despite her endeavor, they still managed to tie her wrists. After this, she stopped struggling, seeing as it was currently pointless, and she was quite out of breath from trying. So Anwynne had to content herself with glaring as they led her into the forest.


All the guards - and all the other bandits, on that account - were mysteriously gone, along with almost everything the carriage had been carrying. The only ones trudging through the forest, oddly enough, were the two men, Anwynne, and Elystra.


They went a good way into the forest, and entered a sort of cave, that one wouldn't have really noticed unless you were looking for it. Once inside, Anwynne fully realized how many bandits there had really been. There were dozens inside the giant, day-lit cave, surrounding the now tied-up guards of the host, including the two scouts. Elystra was lain on the floor, next to the guards, all of whom were tied up, and most of whom were unconscious.


Suddenly a noise sounded from on top of the rock in front of Anwynne. She looked up. There was a somewhat tall man, with bronze-ish colored hair, and brown eyes that were almost cat-like, perched on a rock in a comfortable, feline position, who when he saw Anwynne, jumped down agilely like a tiger, and moved quickly towards  her.   


"Hello, Highness!", he said in a careless, almost amused tone. "I am most glad to see you here. Captain Orlando Rogan, the Belestinian thief", he continued, bowing. "And welcome to the den of the Silver Forest Bandits"

***
Anyways, that's the first scene. Unfortunately, because this story started out completely improvised (and kept being written that way for looooong time), it isn't separated into chapters, so I'm just going to post it scene by scene instead (or two scenes at a time, depending on how long they are). I hope you enjoyed it! :) What did you think? Hopefully it didn't ruin anybody for reading any of my writing ever again, haha... :P Don't worry, it gets better - at least a little bit. :)

Thursday, October 12, 2017

A Few Musings On Celeise

[Content Warning: Medium to high spoilers content within]
For the past couple weeks, I've been doing posts on a particular character for character interviewing. This, of course, is completely normal - just their bio and then their interview. But somehow, this one, Princess Celeise, is different. Maybe it's just because I don't think about her as much as other characters. Maybe it's because of all this posting on her. Maybe it's because my lovely audience has finally awaken me to several factors about her. But, whatever the reason, Celeise has been catching my thoughts lately. Maybe it's conceited to write a whole post just off of one of my own ink-and-paper people. But, I don't intend this post as a boast - just as a mere sharing of my thoughts as of late. Hopefully it won't bore anyone. :)  A few factors in particular I keep thinking about in accordance with Celeise.
How much she was unwittingly like me... A lot of her factors are. Her father, King Edarian, is her best friend, and she can't imagine anybody better - she even dreams that her future spouse will be like her father. Maybe it's because of my own love of my father - I truly cannot think of any better man, even in my wildest dreams. If I could just manage to fall in love with someone half as good as my dad, I'll be happy forever. Maybe it's a bit cleche to say that I can't imagine life without him, but it's true. And really, even though - unlike Celeise - I do have very close friends besides him, my dad has always been one of my first best friends, and still is one of my foremost. Maybe that's why I always liked King Edarian so much too - while he wasn't very much like my father, I could see through Celeise's eyes the same admiration for him; wanting more than anything to be like him, to measure up to him, never wanting to disappoint. The thought of any reader ever misunderstanding Edarian and disliking him always made me mad, perhaps also for this reason. I wanted everyone to love him as much as Celeise and I did - writing Edarian almost was a way for me to make the world love my dad too, I think. But in Celeise, I hoped to communicate that aridity of spirit, a sheer depression and loneliness - it could make someone fall into despair, but if they strove on, they could overcome it. I still have problems with it a lot. Celeise struggled with it without even knowing it existed before Percy came, but then afterwards she knew it and fought it - and she was better. Maybe Celeise's struggle and eventual victory over it was my way of giving all with that state hope.
*super spoilers* Another thing that I always seem to come back is the fact of Celeise's betrothal, and the contrast between the two sides of the said arrangement. Prince Lothaire - when his brother, king Lucellus, arranged it - was resentful of it. He even grew to despise his brother for it. How could a choice like that - a choice for his life - be made by someone else, even whole kingdoms? And he hated the idea, and vowed he would avenge himself -make himself superior somehow to his brother, who had thought himself powerful enough to direct Lothaire's life. Little did he know, though, that his bride faced the same fate. And what did Celeise do? She didn't resent her father for it. She didn't even resent the arrangement. She humbly submitted herself to it - even when her own heart raged against it, she chose to say, "No - not my will be done, but thine." This perhaps is the difference between Lothaire and Celeise - between the villain and the heroine. One chose to fight, the other chose to give in. And anyone who reads the story can see very well where each separate one ends up. The flip-side of the coin was all Lothaire needed to look at - maybe it would have changed him. And in their sheer contrast, perhaps this is why one ends with his resentment still nursed as well as if he were Achilles, and the other - in her plain humility - has forgiven everything done to her.  How they treat their fellow also makes them so different. Celeise loves her father more than anyone else in the world, and Lothaire never so much as said "I love you" to his brother, even before he resented him. *super spoilers end*
Maybe with all Celeise's grandeur, one might think her vain. But maybe I - like Percy - always saw through that, even from the beginning. When I described her as being beautiful, I never intended just to give all good traits to her, nor to bow to the flooding obsession with beauty. I never meant for her to have mile-long lashes and perfect bow-shaped lips that are always smeared with paint. I only meant for true beauty in her. One might note that I also describe Mina as beautiful. Perhaps a reader might think that it is too much for both heroine so be acclaimed as lovely. But, to my own mind, I think all women should be beautiful. Not in the sense I noted above - not in the flawless made-up look that is little short of a clown - but in a true sense. Women just are beautiful. Men are not beautiful by definition - there are a few that maybe women would call such, but no man would ever agree. Women are just meant to be beautiful, and even other women say so.
Perhaps I just overthink some things. But, whatever it is, somehow Celeise has caught my mind. I hope she catches yours too. :)
What do you think? Have you any characters who you ponder often? Have you anything to add? Tell me your thoughts, if you will. :)

Saturday, October 7, 2017

Meet The Books! - In Greater Hands

Bongiorno to my lovely crowd, to whom I bequeath on this day    well, you'll see soon enough. :) I am introducing my one and only, ever, of-all-time NaNoWriMo project, from NaNoWriMo 2016, an unusual story for me. And please, feel free to participate in this! All you have to do is take questions and answer them for your own project (and you're welcome to take the picture as well if you so wish). Only rule is to link it back here so I can see! :)
What is the genre?
Well, when I first talked about it on this blog, I was told by a commenter that it seemed to be a genre called Sci-Fi Contemporary. I personally have no idea what that is, but apparently I am writing it. :P
What is the title? Time period?
The title (of the first book) is In Greater Hands, named because originally (and it still might be, I don't know) it was intended as an allegory for Divine Providence. And the time period is the near future (originally I set it at about the year 1121 or so).
How is it written (point of view, MC, etc.)?
It's in my favorite POV to write in, third person (limited), except it only has one MC directing the POVs - that MC is Leta Arsteva, a young Russian cadet in a global secret service.
Who are the characters?
Cadet Leta Pyotrovna Arsteva, the MC, is a young (very young!) cadet training in a global secret service, training to be a special force active service (kind-of like a secret agent mixed with a Navy SEAL). She has been training since the age of twelve, and is at the time of the story (the main part of the story, that is) still only nineteen. Her country, Russia, was in political and cultural turmoil for years due to the government's instability when she was small, and due to the incapability of the country to deal with all the random outbursts, Leta's mother was shot in a random attack. Because of this, Leta's father, Dr. Pyotr Arsteva, devoted himself to trying to alleviate the turmoil, helping one political side to gain an edge. However, shortly after Leta turned twelve, the opposite political side gained ground for a little while and found out of Dr. Arsteva's opposition to them and aid to their enemies. Because of this, Dr. Arsteva was arrested and shot (if anyone's wondering, this political side is much like a neo-communism government - at this point it had infiltrated many nations, including Russia and the USA). Leta wandered, alone, for days in the chaos while the fight against this government continued (eventually the side her father was with won out, but this did not happen until later). She found a secret recruiting station and tried to enlist, to help the cause her father had died for, but she was too young. However, a council member of the global welfare secret service, Lady Lecta, was at the recruiting station and took a fancy to Leta. She took Leta in as her ward, and Leta has been training there ever since, up to the beginning of the story.
Lord and Lady Lecta are a couple; Lady Lecta the English council member of the global secret service, and Lord Lecta the president of its head base in Bath, England (if you have not guessed, the Lectas are British. The name 'Lecta' is not their natural name, but was changed to protect any existing family). And... as to their characters... well, they are about as boring as shortbread cookies and even more so in that they don't even go well with coffee. So much for those two. :P
Training-Sergeant Travers is a minor British character who is only being mentioned here because he is the first character you really meet after Leta, as he is her physical trainer, and an old friend of
Major Bertie Fleming, one of the three members of the numero uno top special force team for the secret service. In fact, he is the head member. One wouldn't expect from talking to this jokey Aussie guy that he is one of the world's top special force members. He is originally from Australia, and his team members, Captain Lewis Drew and Major Kate Ayura, are Australian and Indian. Bertie is one of the two main sunspots in the book, being exceeding cheerful and optimistic. He befriends Leta almost immediately when he is encamped at the main base where she is training, even though - despite being unconscious of it himself - he has met her before...
Vic Vance or Lt. Vicinius Vance in full, as he later becomes, is an unusual sort. It seems as though everything unpredictable and completely dependable was somehow mixed into one person. It's hard to predict a single thing he does or says, but somehow whatever he does do or say always seems to turn out alright, no matter how crazy it was. Initially, Leta and Vance's meeting is a bit rocky, but they soon get to be very best friends. Vance is an unusually intelligent (for being just out of college) young newspaper man (he is only a newspaper man insofar as what he does is for a news company; he programs computers and other complex technic devices). He has an enormous great dane named Rolf (who I wanted to name 'Scooby', but I vaguely remember another great dane already having that name... ;). Vance is an extremely tall American from Texas (with NO cowboy accent!), being almost six foot seven, and has dark, messily swept-back hair and lime-green eyes.
Vance (my image).
Professor Tsonja Ivanovna Ristoff is a reclusive Russian professor of engineering (she does not teach or anything; the reason I call her a professor is because she has extensive degrees. I suppose, technically, she would be called a doctor, though). She has worked in the past as a satellite tracker for both the Russian government and a little bit for the global secret service, and devotes her time to decoding cryptic messages she finds enfolded in transmissions. Because of her extensive knowledge in the realm of coding, her experience, and her being the daughter of Prof. Ivan Ristoff (who was the most proficient scientist in the global secret service once upon a time), the secret service sends Leta to gain Tsonja's services.
Captain Sam Bastikka is the Mr. Sunshine of the book besides Bertie, of course. He is a widowed Jamaican pilot - Lord Lecta's private pilot for a while, in fact - who is hired to be the special force team's pilot after a certain disaster occurs. He is one of my favorite characters, being so profoundly joyful and supportive, telling all his lovely little tales of home, and having that oh-so warm and endearing South-African accent (which I just ADORE listening to ever since I listened to our old parish priest, who had a very thick one). Ahhh. I love, love, love that accent. I wish I could replicate it in writing. Sam has a young son named Felix who is very relevant in a later part of the book, but not for the present.
Captain Ciaran Dunborough is a minor character until a later part in the book, but I had to mention him because he is an awesome Scottish guy, and this is my book where I get to go crazy patronizing all the super awesome real-life countries that I love the idea of, including Scotland (and Russia, and Australia, and Africa... which is actually technically not just one country). :P
Anyways, that about sums the characters up... finally, haha. ;)
What does the plot consist of?
It consist of the political scourge that is sweeping two major nations, Russia and America, trying to overthrow the governments (Russia has already overpowered it once - as relayed above - and replaced it with a just, reformed tsardom, but it is slowly coming back despite precautions). I named it - temporarily - ULF, the United Liberic Fraternity, which is somewhat a terroristic mix of extremist liberal and communist ideals (remember that since this was originally a analogous rather than face-valued plot, I intended merely to have an antagonistic force that could be clearly interpreted as evil). It sort-of has a rather Egalitarian set of ideals, which - don't accuse me of laying out my opinions on politics because I assure you that wasn't my intent in this book at all - I called Libericism, rooted obviously from the word 'liberty', a concept they erroneously make to uphold. Anyways, though, when it starts threatening the Russian tsardom, even to the point of attempting a kidnapping of the Tsar himself, the global secret service goes on a campaign to stop it, using its very best special force team (mentioned above). But, as the battle continues, more and more people are pulled into the fight for true freedom, including Leta, and it is wondered, are any hands great enough to fight this? (Yes, I fully realize it is haphazard. But you must pardon it in the light that a) it was written for NaNoWriMo, and b) it was intended as analogous of a larger thing, not face-valued). The analogy thing, though, I must give credit to a friend for, because I was inspired to make it so by Miss Lucy Agnes, who once upon a time also used an unusual sci-fi setting to tell an enormously analogous story (with great skill and genius too, I might add).


What is the setting?
The setting is a military secret service's bases in the year 1121, in a world that has
1. Russia with a reinstated and reformed tsardom, after a bloody and harsh Counter-Revolution.
2. America now split into two different  countries, the original USA, and a ULF-governed denomination.
3. A secret service for true global welfare unknown to all but the highest in each country, based in England (England was in a different sort of crisis from America and Russia, but it was also in need of addressing, which is why the service originally existed).
4. A sect of said secret service having discovered possible ways to bridge civilization into other galaxies (shhh about this last one - it's being saved for the sequels!).
Who are the favorite characters?
Well... um... actually, nobody but me has read more than snippets of it. However, from popular opinion of snippet-readers, I would say that Bertie and Vance are the favorites. Vance is the favorite of my writing confidante and me, and Bertie is the favorite of my only other prospective reader and the blog audience originally introduced to this book.
What is the favorite scene?
Um, so far, the scene where Leta first encounters Vance. However, that could be due to the fact that this is one of the only scenes that is in common reading circulation at present. :P
Any themes of music for this work?
Well, um... kind-of...? Once, for a writing challenge, I wrote a scene with Bertie and Leta off of the song If Ever I Would Leave You from the musical Camelot. And I Had The Craziest Dream and Too Marvelous For Words (the former by Nat King Cole, the latter by Frank Sinatra) have both been used as unofficial themes for Bertie and Tsonja before (who, both from popular demand and because they just belong together, are now officially a couple again! Yay!). Um... I really want a theme for Vance, but I cannot find the right one currently.
Any drawings?
Um, I drew a very amateur picture of Leta, but it is rather too amateur for me to want it to see the light of day, if you know what I mean. :P
Any snippets?
Definitely.
***
The figure of an aircraft sped closer overhead, as though it was trying to land. It was so close, the wind-force of it licked a wheaty bush of Leta's hair into her face. Its shadow zoomed over again - even closer - and Leta instinctively ducked and rolled for cover. Her hand flew to one of her holsters. The plane landed on the runway crudely, a loud skidding noise echoing from it. Almost as soon as it was steady, the hatch-door opened, and a man in a blue pilot suit rushed out. He immediately ran to the back of the flier.
"Get some fire extinguisher!", he yelled to come nearby workmen on the runway. "Tail's caught fire!"
***
Leta's heart raced. She rolled behind the corner of a building. She put her hand to her holster and held her breath. She peeked ever-so-slightly from the corner of the building. A shadow leapt across the path a little ways back. Leta drew her gun quickly, but not quickly enough. A bullet sped right in front of her face and banged into the building wall.
***
Travers signaled to the control man to let loose the latch for the plane's hatch-door. Then he turned back to Leta. "You remember how to land properly? The safe landing ground is to your right slightly. Follow the wind just long enough to get in position before you pull your cord. And remember", he added. "If you don't land correctly, you could cause countless injuries to yourself or others, from a twisted ankle to a twisted spine"
Leta nodded to show she understood. Thank you for giving me so much pressure...
***
"Why should a council member's arrival cause such a fuss?", Leta queried.


The woman looked hesitant. "Only one of the two expected Italian council members was present, M'am"
"What? Why was there only one of them?"


"Well, M'am...", she began pausingly. "The Italian council member - he's been assassinated!"
***
Leta almost walked headlong into a few people coming down another corridor of the hallway, two men and a woman. She stopped, embarrassed, and saluted to them in respect. They each returned the salute, but the two men saluted rather unusually, with their hand cocked.


One man, smiling, to Leta's great surprise, stepped forward and held out his hand. "Major Bertie Fleming, M'am, at your service" He spoke with a slight but distinct Australian accent, and bore no name on his uniform... neither did either of the other two, oddly enough...
***
There was Travers... but he was not alone. A very small flier, charred and wrecked was heaped on the runway behind him. But, almost worse-looking than the plane, there was a man with Travers. His leg was bleeding openly through a tear in his uniform and it looked twisted. He leaned on Travers partially, as though his leg indeed was twisted. His caramel-ish hair was rumpled, and even singed in one place, and his uniform, while mostly intact - excluding an enormous gash down the left leg - but was entirely filthy; whether with blood or with dirt was illegible.
Leta couldn't quite see his face... Who was he? Suddenly he turned a weathered face up. It was Bertie.
***
Leta happened to glance across the counter. There was that sweep-haired weirdo   whoever he was     still looking over at her from the other counter. Leta looked away. Creep.
***
"Well, that's the easy solution", the man answered nonchalantly. "Most guys would have done that in such a case"
"Why didn't you?", Leta queried dryly.
He shrugged again. "Me, I like to keep things interesting - surprise people. Didn't I make it so much more interesting this way?"
***
After what seemed a very long moment, the door of the house opened. A tall, light-blond woman with icy eyes and a keen gaze opened the door. She was far younger that Leta imagined if she was Ristoff, being probably only in her twenties.


She looked at them both scrutinizingly and then spoke. "Who are you? What is your business?" She spoke her Russian with the thick tone that went  with it, speaking easily and indicating clearly her nativity in it.
***
Leta watched the scene, careful to keep back in the crowds with Vance. Tsonja had been right - the tsar was getting away from the rest of the crowd with a ULF. Two nearby men had cases that could conceal guns. This was apparently going to be interesting...
***


Vance shook his head. "It's our job - if we don't do it, lives get lost. I'm afraid time can't be wasted, kid. Tell Sam to have an emergency take-off and escort the imperial family back to Moscow. We need to follow and see if we can find out more. We can't protest - that's an order from the captain"
Leta bit her lip anxiously. "... Affirmative, Sir"
Vance smiled at her firmly. "Just remember what I said about trusting me, Miss Leta. I won't misuse the gift"
"Just make sure to come back!", Leta shouted to him as he ran on.
Vance nodded brightly. "Always!", he called over his shoulder as he drew his gun and went after Bertie, disappearing from sight.
***
Vance's last word still sounded in Leta's mind. It had been a promise... a promise to return. She told him to come back, and he'd given her his word - to take hope that he would. Always. Leta bit her lip and looked down. What made her think she could trust him?


He'd given her a promise. A promise to return. Vance was a man of his word, and he had promised her. He promised he wouldn't misuse her trust. And so he wouldn't.
***
And that's about it for now, because those were selective snippets from only about 30k worth of the almost 50k story (which - fun fact - I have not worked on even to edit since last NaNoWriMo. Can you tell from the snippets? ;)

Strong point in story?
Well, the action is pretty constantly kept up, but I'm not sure that I would view this as a strong point. I believe I would label the characters (who are a sheer joy to write, truly) as the strong point.
Weak point in story?
Um, probably the prose. See, because it was a NaNoWriMo project, it is exceedingly messy of writing and has little beauty or poeticism to speak of. I would be surprised if - when I finally go through it - more than half of the writing is salvaged.
What are your plans for it?
Well, I'm going to write a trilogy (as once upon a time, Miss Lucy did) after the vague styles of C.S. Lewis, H.G. Wells, and some modern-ish writer who writes a lot of military fiction. The first book is In Greater Hands, the second will be Against The World, and the last will be Beyond The Stars. The first two (and part of the last one) will cover the fight against ULF and the recovery from it, and the last two books (mainly the last one) will cover a first stretch out to the stars in hope of recovering the culture so damaged in these struggles (for anyone who's wondering, I also intended the basic timeline in this book to be the preceding history to a friend's space world - we collaborated briefly upon the matter to ourselves - so if you ever read a book that has similar past events and similar country names and backgrounds to this here, then you'll know it's either a plagiarizer or my writing confidante). ;)
Any particular writing habits for it?
Yes, definitely! For instance, I wrote the WHOLE thing with scratch pens (my name for hotel pens, because they scratch the paper a lot more than other pens do). And it is also the only one of my stories which I did not write the majority of listening to music. In fact, only a few select separate scenes that aren't connected to the whole were written using any form of music. It was mostly a melody-less work (perhaps this is a factor in its rather sub-par writing quality...?).
If it were made into a movie, what would be your ideal cast?
Hmmm, I think I would take Lily James as Leta (only because Leta is loosely self-based, and somebody told me that Lily James looked like me, only much prettier, sooo... it works). I would have Grace Kelly play Tsonja Ristoff, Nelson Eddy play Bertie, and a young, darker-haired Robert Taylor play Vance. I don't know for Sam, but I would take Chris Evans as Ciaran. And I believe that sums up anyone of particular importance.
Well, that's wraps it up. What did you think? Would you read it? Who would be your favorite character? Are you - like me - still puzzling over what the heck a 'Sci-fi Contemporary' is? Is anybody else fancying some Il Divo music right now...? ;)

Tuesday, October 3, 2017

Interview Of Princess Celeise I Of Tresinta

Bongiorno! Today I'm here with Princess Celeise I of Tresinta, from Alomina. And without further ado, here is her interview. :)
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Belle. Hello, Celeise - er - Your Highness! Would you please answer some questions for me today?
Celeise. Like the question you just asked?
Belle. Eh... yes... *smiles sheepishly* Alright, so these questions are all from my audience, a bunch of people I tell about you and Montefore and all the other people in this story.
Celeise. *raises eyebrow* Who's Montefore?
Belle. Oops... uh, you won't find out for a while. Don't mind him. In fact, forget that because you don't even meet him until chapter thirty or so. Anyways... uh, what was I doing...?
Celeise. You had certain queries you wished me to answer.
Belle. *nods* Yes, that's right. So, the first ones are from Hope, who is one of my lovely Inkling readers of your story. What is your favorite thing about being a princess?
Celeise. *smiles a little* Being able to learn. To read and to memorize whatever beautiful thing strikes me or whatever I have trouble wrapping my mind around - that is the thing I love best about being a princess. The ability to learn and the means to do so is really all I need to happily occupy myself.
Belle. What is your least favorite thing about being a princess?
Celeise. *frowns slightly* Politics. I get wind of this and that ever and always, every single day. Lord Something did this - Peasant Someone did that - and it's all so ridiculous. What a lot of half-witted pigeons the kingdom is composed of. My father tires of it often as well, and I try to ease his mind of it when I can.
Belle. Speaking of King Edarian, what do you admire most about your father?
Celeise. *gazes off distantly for a moment* I don't know... there are so many things... I only hope that one day I can be as great a leader - and as great a friend - as he is. Maybe what I admire most is that I never even needed - much less desired - a friend as a child because he was everything to me. I never thought I would need anybody else, and I never have even now. He's so good, and he loves me so. There's nobody like him in the world. If... *blushes slightly* If my future husband has even half of what my father has - if he is even like my father in the least; as good, as loving, or as gentle - then I shall be content forever with him.
Belle. *snickers*
Celeise. *snaps back into reality and glances quizzically at Belle* What is it? Do you think this wish comical?
Belle. *shakes head, holding back a laugh* Nope, I just... nothing. *clears throat* Anyways, Do you spend time with your younger siblings? What do you typically do together?
Celeise. *smiles almost gently* Oh, yes, I do very often. Generally I'm found in the evenings lulling Alfonso to sleep myself instead of letting the nurses do it. I know it's perhaps a bit silly, but it gives me a sense that I really am doing something for him.
Not quite the right ages for Celeise's siblings, but they look enough like them.
Belle. *nods* I know how it is. If you find yourself with free time, what is the first thing you want to do?
Celeise. *cocks head thoughtfully* Go and read poetry. Or maybe even memorize some verse. I love doing it. Right now I'm working on memorizing The Ballad of Ellian.
Belle. *snickers and then raises eyebrow quizzically* Wait, you really are?
Celeise. *looks puzzled* Why is that poem of particular import?
Belle. *shakes head and shrugs* Oh, nothing. Nevermind. Anyways, next question! How do you personally feel about the betrothal?
Celeise. *gazes off distantly* I don't know... I suppose I really don't mind it, and I even helped arrange it to some extent. Maybe I was afraid for so long that I would never have someone that I rushed into saying yes... But, it doesn't matter now. And the matter really doesn't disturb me in the least. Although... *smiles a bit sadly* Sometimes I am a bit silly, and I daydream to myself about what he's like. I don't care if he's good-looking or anything like most other girls, but I want him to be a good man - just like my father, if he can be.
Belle. *nods* I can understand that. You know, I feel the exact same way. Just wish there was someone out there that was good enough.
Celeise. *smiles* Well, I suppose I'd better stop daydreaming, though, if I'm ever to get anywhere. It is absolutely ridiculous - but it's not bad to be ridiculous every so often - just so long as I can keep to myself usually.
Belle. *laughs* Well, I'm ridiculous all the time, so I can't really sympathize with that statement. If your life had been different and you weren't a princess, what would you want to be instead?
Celeise. *expression turns unreadable* I - I don't know... If I weren't a princess...? I'm not sure...
Belle. Not at all?
Celeise. *furrows brow* Well, maybe a knight's daughter. Then I could still have the opportunity of learning much and having good company without being exactly like a princess. In my kingdom, to be a knight's daughter is like the bridge between being a commoner and a noblewoman. You're still a lady, and you are in the same society as though you were a titled woman, but no scandal would arrive were you to marry someone below your rank, and no one would fret if you lived in the village instead of the city or such things.
Belle. *writing it down* Hmm... I see... very interesting! *looks back up at Celeise* Okay, what would happen if, say, you fell in love with a stranger before your betrothal was fulfilled?
Celeise. *raises brow rather cynically* I don't believe that will happen.
Belle. *swallows hard to keep from laughing* But what if it does?
Celeise. A heart is a thing that may not be controlled, Miss Belle. If it is already cold, it will remain cold. I shall never fall in love except when I am ready to. I already - in my heart - feel that I could never fall in love, therefore I will not.
Belle. That's rather flawed logic...
Celeise. *inclines head slightly* Perhaps so. But, I won't let any such thing happen. *takes breath* Any man that even tries to win my favor shall be met only with civility and no more.
Belle. But what if you fall in love with him?
Celeise. I shall take care to do no such thing. But... if it were to happen, I should merely leave it, and pretend it never happened. I don't believe that I could fall in love frankly. My own mind is far too set to ever be changed.
Belle. *shrugs* Quizas, Quizas, Quizas.
Celeise. What?
Belle. *laughs* It means 'perhaps'. Anyways, the next set of questions are from Miss Lucy Agnes. Firstly, how do you feel about animals?
Celeise. *inclines head slightly* I like them well enough. I have a fawn which roams around the palace grounds that is tame, and I sometimes go out to it. It's a sweet enough creature. I never really was a person for many animals, but I don't mind them.
Belle. Do you enjoy reading?
Celeise. *raises brow* My Lady Belle, I don't believe you have listened very well. But I shall repeat myself nonetheless. No pastime gives me greater pleasure or fulfillment than reading, especially that of poetry and verse reading.
Belle. What's your education like?
Celeise. *looks out thoughtfully* Well, until I was about four years old, my mother and father taught me by themselves, and then I had a tutor until I was sixteen, and for the past two years my father and my own interest have been the initiators of my learning.
Belle. I see. Next question: what kind of dreams do you usually tend to have? Good, bad, scary, realistic, weird, instantly fading?
Celeise. Usually fairly unmemorable, and generally concerning whatever I was thinking about when I fell asleep, I suppose. Often they fade come daybreak, but I sometimes remember them.
Belle. How would you describe your personality?
Celeise. Cold, haughty, imperious, and words of the like would be my own description. I am not known for particular sentiment or tenderness in the court.
Belle. *under breath* Yes, quite the contrary...
Celeise. What is that?
Belle. Oh, nothing. *clears throat* Alright, last question. Who did you play with growing up, and how is your relationship with him/her/them now?
Celeise. Well, when I was littler, my father and mother, and then when I was a bit older, my siblings. I would say my relationship hasn't changed much with any of those parties, except that I don't hide behind tapestries for my father to act like a bear and find me anymore.
Belle. *laughs* That's a funny mental image. *nods to Celeise* Well, that's all, Celeise. Thank you very much for cooperating!... it's more than Montefore does...
Celeise. Montefore again?
Belle. *winces* Um, like I said, Celeise, just forget anything about Montefore. You're not even supposed to know he exists yet. *waves* Bye!
Celeise. Wait, who -?
Belle. *leaves*
End Interview.
What did you think of Celeise? Did you enjoy her interview? Perhaps you are so bored that you have fallen asleep and are not even reading this question...?
I am now setting forth for vote amongst commenters the next candidates for a character interview on this blog:
Alagna Arleine, the heroine of my book, Alagna, and an independent (and rather nosy) socialite noblewoman of the royal court who seems determined not to mind her own business, even unto accidentally hearing word of a conspiracy in the court.
Jim Stevens, a rather grouchy and brooding member of  The Top-Hat Gang in the 1950's who is very rarely cooperative with anyone (...especially not me).
Captain Owain Lontrey, a knight of the realm of Elliar (from The Second Brother) who wishes to be left alone but all the same reluctantly does the right thing - even when it involves chasing over hill and dale his troublesome half-brother, Feotheire.
Sir "Echo" Torriven from The Pain of a Memory, a dutiful but sometimes child-like lesser knight who enjoys nothing more than the simplest, most commonplace delights of life, but has memories that are not so joyful or simple.
Ultimately, whichever story's character is chosen is the story I'll be steering character interviews into for a little while. The links in the characters' short descriptions are links to their stories' introductions and - in Echo's case - Beautiful People posts on them, in case you want more info before deciding. Put your vote in the comments and soon enough I will post a bio of whoever is chosen! :)


Friday, September 29, 2017

A Writers' Call To Arms - Bring Back Real Men!

 Today, I'm here to protest. No wishy-washy protesting today, no sir. However, I will nonetheless try to be as fair as possible. I have a problem - so do you - so does everyone in this world! The US especially has partaken in this horrid trend. What is it? Making men into monsters. The only reason so many horrific immoralities take place nowadays is because men aren't men. Women can do a lot, yes, but what about when we too have become debased? And even if we weren't, we're still only half the battle.
When jokingly speaking with my friend, Lucy Agnes, we got into a kind-of agreeing debate. She remarked that women had no high standards, but really ought to. And I said in agreement this: if Juliet has no balcony for Romeo to climb, then how does she know he loves her enough to climb it if she did? And at the time, I didn't think much about it. But now, as I ponder the subject more, I think how terribly true it is. We don't have any balconies. We don't even have any garden steps. Some of us have even sunk so low as to not even have a door in the way. And it's so sad. See, really, my protest here is about men, but I have to begin with someone else. The ones allowing it to happen - women. Everywhere I look in the world, women are debasing themselves for no reason. What happened to the days where a romance wen like this:
Lady is high above gentleman. He loves her and wants to make her know. So he tries. And fails. And tries again. And again. And again. And again. He does everything in his power to make her come down to him. But then he realizes that he must not let her stoop down - he must come up. So he climbs, and climbs, and climbs - up to her. And finally, he is admitted.
Now, some may think this sounds stuffy, but it's a whole lot better than this:

Lady is high above gentleman. He just says "Hey, get down here, I don't deserve having to climb all that way, and you don't deserve being up there". She comes down to him... only for him to then run away to a different girl's balcony.  
It's very sad. I hope in this comparison I have made my case concerning the part of women. Now to tackle the main subject.
Writers, ask yourself this: have I ever described men n a debasing way in my stories? Made a supposed to be sympathetic male character with no backbone, or who is effeminate? Made my leading man whiny, unintelligent, angry, or unsteady, while my villain was masculine and clever? Have I ever made my leading lady throw herself away in the hope of getting said leading man without ever regretting it? Have I viewed or described a childish leading man in my story as a good or ideal man?
If you answer yes to any of these questions without good reason, then I'm afraid you too may have fallen to the trend. What is it with us writers, then? Why is it that in the movies and books we get heroes like Harry Potter, Captain Jack Sparrow, and Iron Man? People who could care less about anyone other than themselves, even though they (with the exception of Captain Sparrow) make pretense of being heroic? They care about nothing  but their own acclaimed heroism, glory, and good name (and sometimes not even that). If somebody despises them, they don't just get over it. They despise the person back; insulting them and tricking them in whatever way possible (examples: Harry Potter always making fun of his unpleasant cousin Dudley; Captain Jack trying to double-cross Barbossa, Will, and Elizabeth constantly; Iron Man making crude jokes about whatever villain he's facing, not to mention Cap as well).
And not only that, but if they ever 'reform', it's only half way. And the writer sticks with them. Rowling often supports Harry in his poking fun at Dudley by agreeing that Dudley is fat, not so good-looking, and not incredibly clever. And what do we see in Jack's friends but people who not only deserve to be tricked, but also would backstab Jack as well on the turn of a dime. And how many Marvel fans and even Marvel makers out there are saying that Cap just needs to 'loosen up' about Iron Man. Loosen up on what? Loosen up on being a hero, on being a real man? The type that would give his life for even the random, villainous henchman who most heroes would say doesn't deserve to live? The type that would put his all into even the smallest acts, and never let go of what he believed if he knew it was good, true, or beautiful? The type that never disrespected boundaries that other people set unless said boundaries endangered someone? The type that could possibly want to remain true to the same girl for 70 years, and even afterwards, when she's dead, take her over anyone else were she still there? And then there's Iron Man. The only heroism in him is the instinct to take glory and save lives because it makes him look like a hero. The only manhood in him is the cold definition of manhood - simply being an adult male. Iron Man doesn't even make pretense of giving up his life for people who have hurt him. he would be the one saying that the villain doesn't deserve to live. Iron Man even fights to save the world haphazardly, without plan and on whatever impulse or clever notion he thinks he has. And Iron Man only sticks to his beliefs (what beliefs he has) when they involve his oh-so precious ego. Not even to mention his habits of being a terribly unfaithful jerk.
So what is it with writers then? Why do we write these things? Well, it's a simple answer. It's because that's how things really are in real life. So we write what we see. It's another symptom of modern times - that realisticism in writing that is obsessed with making things out right down to the speck of dust realistic. No goodness, no beauty, just the singled-out dirtiest and most horrific facts. No art to writing anymore is there because of this. However, while I do have quite the bone to pick with realisticist writers (and I know 'realisticist' is not a real word, ironically enough), I shall deal with them another day. But they have helped cause this problem. The problem in society is caused by the fact that we don't want it to change. Obviously we don't, because we just write about what we see and think that's totally okay. We write these anti-heroes who never really change, these playboys who never really reform, and these male feminist wimps we would like to call men. We need to write not as things are - for that is a terrible, mottled thing in these days - but as things should be. A problem will never be solved if we are willing to just live with it.
So today, I have a challenge - a call to arms for all courageous writers out there. Today, just write one hero - a real hero. A man who knows himself, and - even despite struggles - can win over his dark side. A man who is true, good, and beautiful in the truest sense of the word. A man who is willing to climb those balconies and mount those obstacles. A man who is willing to stand strong like a mountain in the midst of a raging blizzard. A man who protects those he loves, and even those who don't love him, without credit or reward or glory. A man who does not give way to women in strength. A man who doesn't speak words of poison. A man who doesn't pitch temper-tantrums or whine or brood. A man who is not some macho braggart either. A man who takes full responsibility, uncomplaining, for all his actions, even when he knows he was wrong. A man who is just doing the right thing. Don't write the Duke of Mantua. Don't write Iron Man. Write instead Nemerino, or Captain America. A hero. Today, writers, write a man who is really a man.
What do you think? Will you respond to my call to arms? Please, take up your pen and respond to this call, much needed in these times! Every hero, no matter how small, will help in this quest. Just remember that, in artfully writing virtue - though the world is against you - you are never alone. Stand with me, writers.

Friday, September 22, 2017

The All-Time Best Writing Music Ever

Hi! I'm here today to share a list of my favorite songs to write to. I will warn you, there are very few strictly modern songs on this list, because writing music is generally supposed to inspire thought or emotion, and modern music inspires no thought and little emotion besides anger or irritation (at least In my own case), and I personally just don't like it. I have rare heard a modern song that I liked unless it was of a more classic genre (such as Il Divo!). But, anyways, that being said, I do intend to list ones that not only obscurity-fans like me will enjoy. So here you are, the best writing songs of all time not listed in any particular order (ones with an * are instrumental, and I noted the ones I use as character themes):
1. Once Upon a Time. Best version(s) by: Andy Williams (Echo Torriven from The Pain of a Memory's theme).
2. My Heart Will Go On, also known as Il Mio Cuore Va, or the theme of Titanic. Best version(s) by: Il Divo; Sarah Brightman (if you prefer it wholly in English, Celine Dion's original is not my personal favorite, but it's not bad).
3. I Will Always Love You. Best version(s) by: Il Divo; Katherine Jenkins (and Whitney Houston's isn't bad).
4. Sempre Sempre, translated as Always, Always. Best version(s) by: Il Divo (just so you know, they have the best version of most songs). ;)
5. What Now, My Love?. Best version(s) by: Vic Damone; Andy Williams.
6. My Own True Love, also known as the theme of Gone With The Wind. Best version(s) by: Original movie soundtrack*; Jose Carreras (his is the only good one with lyrics I've heard).
7. The Stag. Best version(s) by: Patrick Doyle*.
8. Adagio, also known as Anytime, Anywhere. Best version(s) by: Il Divo; Sarah Brightman.
9. Wishing You Were Somehow Here Again (from Phantom of the Opera). Best version(s) by: Sarah Brightman.
10. Anthem (from Chess). Best version(s) by: Josh Groban.
11. If I Loved You (from Carousel). Best version(s) by: Josh Groban and Audra Macdonald.
12. Time To Say Goodbye, also known as Con Te Partiro. Best version(s) by: Il Divo; Il Divo and Lea Salonga; David and Sarah Joy Miller; Katherine Jenkins (I personally don't care for the rather overrated original by Andrea Bocelli and Sarah Brightman, but if you like it, then it's plenty good for writing as well. It's just that I don't like Bocelli).
13. Hooked On A Feeling. Best version(s) by: Blue Swede.
14. Remember When It Rained. Best version(s) by: Josh Groban. (Percy and Celeise from Alomina's theme).
15. La Traviata Prelude/Overture. Best version(s): Any version true to the original music is good*.
16. What I Did For Love (from A Chorus Line). Best version(s) by: Josh Groban.
17. An Old-Fashioned Walk. Best version(s) by: Doris Day and Frank Sinatra.
18.A Time For Us, also known as Un Giorno Per Noi, or the theme to Romeo and Juliet. Best version(s) by: Andy Williams; Vic Damone; Josh Groban.
19. If I Can't Love Her (from Beauty and the Beast). Best version(s) by: Thomas Hampson!!!; Josh Groban.
20. Bring Him Home (from Les Miserables). Best version(s) by: David Miller (I regret to say that his version is even better than Il Divo's, actually); Il Divo; Thomas Hampson.
21. Old-Fashioned Wedding (from Annie get Your Gun). Best version(s) by: 1992 Revival Cast; Thomas Hampson and Kathleen Battle; (warning - this song has a high comedy content!). :)
22. Ten Minutes Ago (from Rodgers and Hammerstein's Cinderella). Best version(s) by: Santino Fontana and Laura Osnes.
23. All I Ask of You (from Phantom of the Opera). Best version(s) by: Il Divo and Kristen Chenoweth; Michael Ball and Sarah Brightman.
24. Who Can I Turn To?. Best version(s) by: Il Divo; Andy Williams.
25. Can't Help Falling In Love. Best version(s) by: Il Divo; Chris Isaac; Elvis Presley; Andy Williams.
26. The World Will Know (from Newsies). Best version(s) by: Original movie soundtrack; Original Broadway cast.
27. La Valse L'Amour, translated as The Waltz of Love. Best version(s) by: Patrick Doyle*.
28. She'll Never Know. Best version(s) by: Andy Williams (you're going to see a lot of Andy Williams, because - while Il Divo has the best music of all time - Andy Williams has the best writing music of all time).
29. When I Look In Your Eyes. Best version(s) by: Andy Williams (surprisingly dramatic considering both the cheesy title and the fact that it came from the movie Doctor Doolittle).
30. Solitaire. Best version(s) by: Andy Williams (oh man, I listened to that song like a dozen times a day - actually... I don't think that's an exaggeration, sadly - during Camp NaNoWriMo. Captain Orlando Rogan from The Pain of a Memory's unofficial theme).
31. Just Show Me How To Love You. Best version(s) by: Jose Cura and Sarah Brightman (Charles and Mina from Alomina's theme).
32. The Flower Duet (from the opera Lakme). Best version(s) by: Anybody that can sing it. The only specific version that comes to mind presently is Anna Netrebko's, which is very good (trust me, this song is so good, even a non-opera lover won't be disappointed, and might even still recognize it - it's one of the best known duets in the opera world).
33. I Won't Dance. Best version(s) by: Frank Sinatra; Fred Astaire (make sure it's Fred Astaire alone! - the duet with Ginger Rogers is terrible).
34. When The Band Goes By (from Sweethearts... which you really must check out). Best version(s) by: Nelson Eddy.
35. Sweet Surrender. Best version(s) by: Thomas Hampson.
36. Alone, also known as Solo. Best version(s) by: Il Divo (the still quite enjoyable original is by Heart, but if you don't like 80's music, then that's okay).
37. What a Wonderful World. Best version(s) by: David Miller (ha! I bet you thought I was going to list the Louis Armstrong original, didn't you? Well I threw ya for a loop. I wasn't ever a fan of that song - especially not that version - until I heard Mr. Miller's rendition. Now... I LOVE THAT SONG!).
38. Empty Chairs at Empty Tables (from Les Miserables). Best version(s) by: Michael Ball; Josh Groban; Carlos Marin (just warning you so you won't have a shock attack when you look up Mr. Marin's version; it has some of the best voice inflection and voice-acting I've ever heard in any version, but it is in Spanish, because it's from the Madrid performance).
39. Red Roses For a Blue Lady. Best version(s) by: Andy Williams (I have never heard anyone else sing it, though).
40. Without You. Best version(s) by: Il Divo; Andy Williams.
41. As Time Goes By, also known as the theme of Casablanca. Best version(s) by: Andy Williams.
42. Stranger on the Shore. Best version(s) by: Andy Williams.
43. Roses and Roses. Best version(s) by: Andy Williams.
44. Sway, also known as Quien Sera. Best version(s) by: Il Divo; Rosemary Clooney.
45. Fly By Night. Best version(s) by: Andy Williams.
46. Senza Parole. Best version(s) by: Il Divo.
47. Caruso (a song dedicated to the great tenor, Caruso, but the lyrics would work for a character as well, seeing as they don't mention Caruso by name specifically in it). Best version(s) by: Il Divo; Katherine Jenkins; Josh Groban.
48. More. Best version(s) by: Andy Williams (Blakely from Alagna's official theme).
49. It's Impossible. Best version(s) by: Andy Williams; Vic Damone (Blakely from Alagna's original but unofficial theme, as I love the song but rather disagree with one particular line of lyrics from it).
50. Beautiful Dreamer. Best version(s) by: Thomas Hampson.
51. The Grande Hall. Best version(s) by: Nox Arcana*.
52. Belladonna. Best version(s) by: Nox Arcana*.
53. Music Box. Best version(s) by: Nox Arcana* (these three Nox Arcana songs are good for really sad or scary writing, because they are very haunting and even come from an album of music meant to be a soundtrack to a haunted house).
54. Shenendoah. Best version(s) by: Thomas Hampson.
55. Don't Cry For Me Argentina (from Evita). Best version(s) by: Il Divo; Sarah Brightman.
And that about wraps it up! There were many others I could have mentioned, but I think that fifty-five is quite enough. ;)
What did you think? Are you interested in any of the above songs? Will you check them out? Any questions concerning their genre, where to find them, or how I found them? I would love to chat! :D Also, I am back to blogging now!... hopefully! ;)

Wednesday, September 6, 2017

Bio Of Princess Celeise I Of Tresinta

Hello! Today I am here to continue (finally) the long-abandoned feature that maybe one or two audience members may remember - character interviews. As we stood with the last interview, the vote for this next one fell to Celeise from Alomina. So here is her bio. Put any questions for her in the comments, and I will ask her them in the next character interview post. :)
Name: Crown Princess Celeise Anatria De-Vistrina Ellette I of Tresinta (what a mouthful!). Age: 18. Nationality: Tresintan. Height: Roughly five seven. Hair Color: Goldeny blond. Eye Color: Bright blue. Title(s): Princess; Crown Princess. Family: Her father, King Edarian; her mother, Queen Constantia; four younger siblings.
Bio:
Princess Celeise was born crown heir to Tresinta, being the firstborn to King Edarian. She has been mentored by her father all her life, and is deeply devoted to him and what he's taught her. She has been prepared even more than most royalty, though, because not only will she be queen one day, but has been betrothed to the younger prince of Vellethia, Lothaire, for two years at the beginning of the story. Two years before the story, the older prince of Vellethia, Lucellus, was finally crowned king, and immediately upon gaining the throne expressed a desire to Edarian to have an alliance with Tresinta. Thus, because Lucellus's younger brother, Lothaire, was unmarried and Celeise was similarly so, the alliance was decided to be a marital one.
Celeise has nothing against her training or this arrangement - she has always been so devoted to her father that she never even thought a second time about the decision except to desire that she carried it out as well as her father wished. And Edarian - lest any dumb readers eager to hate mentoring parent characters come along - has never ordered Celeise to do anything. Anything she does on his advice is completely by her own choice - Edarian even asked her when he first made the betrothal arrangement. Really, King Edarian is the only real friend Celeise has ever had - she's never desired any other. She had gained however, before the beginning of the story, a reputation in the court for being cold and haughty, because this was her way of' shooing away' gentlemen who sought her already-taken hand. This is one behavior of hers that her father does not approve of, but he has never said anything very large on the matter to Celeise. So she has gone along treating any man who tries to get close to her this way. Perhaps it is because of this reputation that no one has ever really sought out her friendship to any great degree. So at the beginning of the story, Celeise is just fine being left alone to do her duties, until a ball one night...
Anyways, that about covers Celeise. Her bio isn't incredibly interesting, but her life before the story is really very easily summed up, so that's why this is so short. She's had a very calm, peaceful life (well.. that it, until I came along to take over her life upon paper. Mwahahahaha!). ;) Anyways, though, just leave any and all questions you can think of for her in the comments, and she'll answer every one of them when I post her interview.
What do you think of her? I know she may seem boring, but there's more to her than meets the eye, though she herself doesn't know it. Also, I have a surprise after her interview! :D This time, instead of characters strictly from Alomina in the voting polls for the next interview subject, I am going to put three different characters up for vote in a completely different story, just to shake things up (plus, I don't know about you guys, but I'm terribly bored of the characters in this story taking the spotlight!). :P Anways, though, for now, just ask plenty of questions! I look forward to seeing all the lovely questions you guys always dream up. :) Also, sometimes this month, my regular blogging will return, including the comeback of Catholicism Explained, more regular character interviews, possibly book/movie/show reviews, Beautiful People, and Meet The Books!.