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Interview with a made-up character - NO it's not as insane as it sounds (IT'S EVEN WORSE, RUN WHILE YOU STILL CAN)

Hey there, guys! Today I've got a very special post for you: I'm going to be interviewing one of my characters! Yep, I'm going to interview -

*purple-eyed, red-headed girl of about eighteen, wearing extremely colourful clothes and a very wide white hat with a purple feather, stalks in* Hey, what's up.

Me: Hey - wait, what?! What are you doing here, Trinity?

Trinity: Well, duh. I'm here for the interview, of course.

Me: What - no - you're not meant to be here! I'm meant to be interviewing Harley, the main character in the novella I intend to start writing soon!

Trinity: You mean, the one you're too lazy to start writing?

Me: Shut up. But yes, that's the one.  Why isn't she here?

Trinity: Couldn't make it, so I came instead. She's probably in a corner somewhere, contemplating how terrible her story is and how bad a character she is.

Me: You do realise that if you insult my ability to create characters, the joke's on you, right?


Of Rising Authors Tag (FINALLY OMG)

...Okay, confession time. BIG CONFESSION TIME.

I got tagged with this about a hundred years ago. But... look, I forgot, okay?? I admit it. I thought "ooh I'll do this later!" And later never happened. It just completely left my mind. But I finally remembered. So here it is. My first tag! I feel proud of myself.

Another reason I put this off is that I didn't really have a WIP at the time. I still sort of don't, but I'm playing around with a few ideas, and I'm using one of those ideas to answer the questions in this tag. It's about... well, you'll probably get an idea of what it's about from my answers.

Thanks to Ral @ The Art of Life for tagging me! Sorry this took so long!! *cringes*

Le rules:
-No tagging back
-Tag four people
-Thank the person who tagged you
Anyway, bring it on! 

1. What genre of books is your favourite (To read or to write)?

Umm… ooh, that’s a hard one! Basically I like all books?? But I guess my favourite genres are science-f…

Indigo's Monthly Writing Challenge: October

Hey there, guys, and welcome to the October edition of Indigo's Monthly Writing Challenge! (Or  IMWC. Because everything sounds cooler when you say it in initials, somehow?? Idk.)

As you probably remember, this is something I started up last month. The general idea: at the start of every month, I come up with a theme, such as "music", "friendship", "pets", "summer". And whoever wants to participate has until the end of the month to write a short story on the theme I've chosen.

Last month's theme was "school", and I only got two entries, but to be honest I wasn't expecting any more than that - this is something new after all, there hasn't been much of a chance for word to get around of this, plus I know a lot of people have been busy this month. I myself posted two stories on this theme, "Hiding" and "Favourite Haunts", part one and part two - check them out if you haven't already! The other e…

The Five Stages of Starting to Write a Story ( + Hey, I'm BACKK)

Stage One:
"OMG I just had the most amazing idea for a story EVER! It's so original and amazing and the characters are so vivid in my mind, it's like nothing I've ever thought up before, it's so AWESOME!! Everyone's going to love this book when I write it! It'll be the new bestseller!! I think I might be an actual genius?? I want to start writing right NOW!"

Stage Two:
"Urghh. Did I actually think this was a good story idea? Well, it's not. None of it even makes proper sense, plus it's all super cliche. How exactly did I think this was good?? What was I thinking?? It's terrible, no-one's going to want to read it, I can come up with stories that are SO much better than this,what's the point of writing it?" (Most of the time, I don't get past this stage.)

Stage Three:
"No, you know what? It's NOT a terrible idea after all! Yes, there are some bits that need work, some details that need to be ironed out, but the m…

"Favourite Haunts", Part Two // Short story

“So where exactly are we travelling at warp speed towards?”

Danny clung on grimly to his seatbelt, and focused on keeping his lunch where it belonged.

“New Road Secondary School,” replied Lorelei absent-mindedly, turning a corner so sharply that Danny was almost sent straight through the windscreen.

“And why are we travelling at warp speed towards New Road Secondary School?” Lorelei wouldn’t exactly be considered the World’s Safest Driver on a regular basis, but today she was really pulling out all the stops. They’d been driving for roughly ten minutes and they’d already nearly run over two old ladies and three cats. Lorelei was eighteen, so old enough to legally drive, but Danny sometimes wondered how on earth she’d ever managed to get her license.

“Didn’t anyone brief you before we left HQ?” she asked, as they turned onto the motorway. At least this was a stretch of straight road, Danny thought in relief. Perhaps he’d stop feeling sick.

“No,” he said. “I just got told that there wa…

"Favourite Haunts", Part One // Short story

Note: for those of you who don't live in the UK, Year 11 is the last year of secondary school, the year you're in when you're 15-16. Year 7 is the first year of secondary, when you're 11-12. Just thought I'd explain so no one gets confused.

Kara folded her arms and leaned back in her chair, satisfied. “Okay, I think we’re finished,” she announced. “It’s perfect. At least, as perfect as it can be.”

Her friends, Amy and Lynne, cheered half-heartedly. Kara knew that they were both as exhausted as she was. It was five p.m. on a Friday night; a time any self-respecting teenager was at home, playing video games or texting their friends, looking forward to a long, lazy weekend. Not Kara and her two classmates. They had a science presentation due on Monday, and had had no choice but to stay at school until late to finish it.

“Man, Year Eleven sucks,” complained Lynne, as they packed their bags, ready to leave the classroom. “All this homework. I feel like I no longer have …

Announcements + a story idea + I dyed my hair??

Heyy... time for a "life update" post, plus I've got a few announcements and stuff I want share with you guys, so let's go!

First, I mean you've all obviously noticed this by now, but I've changed my blog name and design. I just felt like it was time for a change, y'know? I've had pretty much the same blog theme since I first started off this blog back in 1856. (Okay it was like December last year but I honestly can't remember a life without this blog?? Feels like I've been blogging for several lifetimes.) Also, I sort of had to change the title, because in a few months I won't be a "Girl, 15" anymore, i.e. it's my birthday in January. (I'm going to be sixteen, HELPP.) I mean, there's still a while to go until that but I just thought I'd change it now because I felt like it, okay. And I really like my new blog look. It's... dark. LIKE ME.

Okay, another announcement is that I'm going away to visit family in…

A snippet of (dark) poetry

Last night I was in a really dark mood for some reason, and I came up with this little piece of poetry. It's not quite long enough to be an actual poem, but hey, it's a poetry snippet. Maybe I'll make it longer if I have more ideas. But I thought I'd share it here anyway, even if it's not quite finished.

I’m the one with the tattered heart and the tattered soul and the tattered skin I’m the one with the broken fingers from trying to dig out the grave I’m in
Desperately trying to fight away the demons that want to come barging in But how can I even try to protect myself from something as dark as what comes from within?

Yeah, I was in a really crappy state of mind last night, I don't know what was up with me. But hey, if feeling bad inspires me to write, it can't be all bad can it?
Don't have anything more to say, really, so I'll just leave it at that.

Reasons why I'm a walking paradox - WARNING: Contains Deep Inner Feelings (yes I have those believe it or not)

I love being by myself, I can't bear it when people interrupt me when I'm working on something, but I really, really hate being home alone.

I hate traditions and I really want the world to change for the better, but I'm terrified of changes in my own life. I know change is good, so why am I terrified of it?

Part of me loves being adventurous and trying new things, but another part just wants everything to be the way it always is.

I hate anything girly or feminine, but I really love to dance - something that's typically a "girl thing".

I love coming up with dark, creepy, disturbing stuff, but I won't watch any movie that has anything even mildly inappropriate because it makes me really uncomfortable, even though crap like that goes on in my head all the time.

Sometimes I'm cold and unemotional as heck, I can't get worked up over anything, it's almost scary, but sometimes I create these total dramas in my head out of tiny little things.
Certain …

"Hiding" // Short story

Here's my entry for the Monthly Writing Challenge I'm hosting! (If you don't know what I'm on about, check out this post. I encourage you to take part in it!) Actually, this is one of two stories I'm going to be sharing on September's subject, which is "school". I know, I know. I'm such an over-achiever. Anyway, the reason I'm going to be sharing two stories is that I didn't actually write this one this month, I wrote it back in June as a writing exercise while preparing for my English GCSE, and all I did now was polish it a little bit. It's also quite short. But since it's on the subject of school, I thought I'd share it. Though I want to write something new, too. (If anyone else who's taking part in the challenge would like to write more than one story, you're perfectly welcome to!)

Anyway, enough waffle, here's the story.

“Why are you hiding under there?”

A pair of enormous, luminous blue eyes stared at me curiousl…

Day out in London + life update

Hey guys, time for a life update post, a.k.a a post where I bore my readers senseless by rambling on about myself and my thoroughly uninteresting life.

Last weekend I went on a day out to central London with my parents, here are a few photos I took (sorry my photography is terrible):

I swear to god that slightly curved building wasn't there the last time I visited?? The rate at which buildings are built in London, jeez. It's incredible.
The London Eye! And if you've got super-good eyesight you can just about make out the Big Ben in the distance.

The reason we went into central London was to buy me a pair of pointe shoes, because I'm going to start using pointe shoes in ballet!! I swear I've wanted to use pointe shoes since I was about seven?? But I was always too young, and actually they didn't even have a pointe class at my dance school, until now. 
My pointe shoes, or as my dad calls them, pointy shoes. (My dad is weird.)
I look so awesome in them oh my gosh. I d…

Indigo's Monthly Writing Challenge: September

This is actually going to be a thing I'm so excited!!!

Hey, remember the idea I wrote about yesterday in this post? Well, a few people said they were interested so I've decided to make it into something official. Welcome to Indigo's Monthly Writing Challenge! (I'll probably give it a snappier title later on...)

The idea: at the start of every month, I come up with a theme, such as "music", "friendship", "pets", "summer". And whoever wants to participate has until the end of the month to write a short story on the theme I've chosen.

Here are the rules!


- Anyone can participate!

- There aren't really any rules about what you can write, so long as it has something to do with the theme (that's the whole point of this challenge, after all). I only ask that you keep it clean (i.e. no bad swearing or any content that's unsuitable for kids, you get the idea).

- You can write as much or as little as you like; the…

I've had an idea...

No, no, no, don't run away!! Not just yet! It's not a dangerous idea, I promise!!

So I've had this idea to start a sort of... I don't know what to call it; a tag, maybe? Something that anyone can get involved in?

Basically, the idea is that at the start of every month, I come up with a theme, for example: "music", "friendship", "pets", "summer". And whoever wants to participate has until the end of the month to write a short story on the theme I've chosen. You then post in on your blog/site and leave me a link to it, so I can check it out! It wouldn't be a competition or anything, it would just be a bit of fun.

I originally thought this up as something to do by myself, so I would be motivated to write at least one short story every month, but then I thought, why not see if others want to get involved?

Would you be interested in taking part in this?? Do you know anyone else who might be? I'd really, really, really appr…

"Nightmares": The first chapter of a book that doesn't exist yet

Darkness. Darkness all around.

She sat up sharply, fast enough to make her head feel like it was spinning. She looked around, or rather, she tried to; she was surrounded by a thick, impenetrable darkness, not a sliver of light to be seen.

She felt her pulse speed up in fear, but she forced herself to stay calm. Had she gone blind? No, there simply wasn’t any light. She waved a hand in front of her face, but the darkness was so intense she couldn’t even see that far. How had she gotten here? There had to be a logical explanation for it, she knew. She should move, try and find answers.

She began to crawl forwards on her hands and knees, keeping her eyes wide open for any sign of anything. Her hands kept brushing against soft objects on the floor, but she didn’t have a clue what they were; possibly pieces of fabric? Her heart was hammering in her chest, her throat was completely dry, and she felt the claustrophobia begin to creep up on her; she hated being in complete darkness, always had, …

"The Adventure of a Lifetime", part two: Poptropica fanfiction

I was going to wait a couple of days before posting part two of this, but then I thought, why bother. So here's the second part of my Poptropica fanfiction.

I walk quickly through the forest, assuming that the main street is on the other side. I’ve been on Home Island for about five minutes and it doesn’t seem very exciting so far – all I’ve seen is trees and grass.

I’m tired from my long journey, and I sigh as I trudge along. I’m getting so tired of this, going from island to island – I wonder how long it’ll be until I finally find my home.

The trees start getting thinner, and soon I get to the edge of the forest. The sight in front of me makes me forget my weariness.

I’m standing at the edge of a busy main street. Shops line the road, and people go in and out of them, shopping bags overflowing. Everyone looks so cheerful, chatting and laughing with their friends. In most of the islands I’ve visited there was always a problem, something wrong, but everything here seems…