Day 4

Day 4 Prompt: Thinking back to the motivation(s) you defined yesterday, what is your character’s goal (or goals) and what conflict(s) prevents them from getting to that? In short: Define the GMC for your characters. G – Goal

M – Motivation

C – Conflict

Lol I guess I already touched on goals, to find the truth behind their powers and where did these abilities originate. The conflict that prevents them from uncovering the truth emerges in layers. The girls aren’t the only witches in the woods and many of them are definitely not friendly, not towards the Elementals, anyway. What happens when you’re the hero of your own story but the villain in another’s? That’s what the girls find out the hard way. Perspective is everything, and one of my favorite things is to blur the lines between right and wrong, good and even. Because it’s all about who you ask. Everyone is the hero of their own story, even when they are anything but heroic. 

GMC. Goal: Whitney and the other girl’s goal is to uncover the history of their magic and find if others like them exist. Motivation: Thinking they were the only ones with powers for most of their lives, living in fear of being discovered. What would their families think? Their friends? Their lovers? Conflict: Not only are there others out there working tirelessly to bury the truth, but they are just as adamant of burying Whitney and the other girls six feet under. I love when characters hate each other for very valid reasons, when the reader can look at both sides and be sympathetic, conflicted on who is right and who deserves their support. Obviously, you want to root for the protagonists, for they are the heroes of the story right? What happens when the heroes have just as much blood on their hands? It’s not so black and white, but all shades of grey. 

Day 3

Day 3 Prompt: What’s your character’s motivation? What motivates them to act like they do?

Going back to Elements, my main character’s motivation is to figure out who the hell they are. My two main characters are a pair of adopted sisters with very little knowledge of their past. This only fuels their need to find out where the source of their powers came from. It’s the one piece of themselves they feel is obtainable, like if they are able to know the truth about their magical abilities, it’ll make up for not knowing their biological parents or the history behind the families they were born into. It’ll make the sting of their parents giving them up hurt a little less. 

This drive to learn their truth is what motivates them to behave kinda recklessly. They don’t think about how things could go wrong, or who could get hurt on their conquest. It’s not until their lives as they know it blows up in their faces that they take a step back and promise to be more careful, to be more mindful of their actions. This of course is when they finally discover they aren’t the only ones with elemental powers hiding in plain sight. My main character, Whitney, is convinced this is all she’ll ever have in this world. She has a sole purpose given to her through this magic, and it’s her duty to uncover the truth, no matter the consequences. It’s not until she realizes the truth is more complicated than she could have ever imagined that she wonders if she and the other girls have gone too far. 

Day 2

Day 2 prompt: For your current WIP: (do you have many WIPs? I have so many WIPs. So I mean current as of right this moment, the project you’re thinking about right now.) What motivates you to write this specific story? What makes this story special for you? Is there a special twist/trope/setting you want to explore? What got you started on this particular story?

My current WIP (work in progress) is my modern fantasy, Elements. It’s the series I’ve been working on for about ten years now. I know that sounds like a long time but there’s five books that I’ve been plotting out. The first one written, the second one about a third written and the rest I have pretty much pieced together. It’s evolved a lot over the years and it’s something I’m tremendously proud of. 

What motivates me to write this specific story is obviously my personal attachment to it. After a decade, it’s very much my baby. I started writing it because I was swimming one day and I jumped in the pool, staying under for as long as I could before returning to the surface for air and it made me wonder, how cool would it be to be able to manipulate water? Witchcraft is something that has always thrilled me, something I was instantly drawn to. From that, mixed with my own personal experiences with magic during my high school years, when is really when I started dabbling with the craft, came this idea of elemental witches. A coven of sisterhood. What makes this story so special to me is how personal it is. So many of the characters are inspired by my people, my close inner circle of found family. So many of the themes are struggles I have faced myself, things I have gone through with my friends, the dynamics of all our relationships and the struggles of growing up and figuring out who we are on top of the added drama of fiction. 

As far as special twists/tropes/settings for this particular WIP, I could go on for literal pages. My personal favorite twists are the ones cunningly hidden in plain view, but you’re so preoccupied with other plot elements that you don’t notice it. And when it is finally revealed, you look back and think, “Holy shit it’s been there all along.” As for settings, I love nature. I love how nature can reflect emotion. You’re scared? Here’s a graveyard in the middle of the night, twisted trees barren of leaves in the winter cold hanging above your head. You’re happy? Here’s a meadow full of wildflowers, birds chirping back and forth to one another. The warm sun beating down on your skin. You’re sad? Here’s a rain storm in the middle of the night as you wait at an uncovered bus stop, wondering when your life will begin. 

100 Days of Writing Challenge- Day 1

So, hi everyone, long time no see.

For those of you that don’t know, I’ve been spending a lot of time on Tumblr because I’m a fan girl and that’s the place you go when you want to shamelessly obsess over nerdy things. Some of the other writers I follow over there have been doing this 100 Days of Writing challenge by the WIP Project. I’d been enjoying reading their posts so much and seeing their different writing styles, I decided to go ahead and join in. Their main page can be found here:

Day 1 Prompt: Write about what your motivation is to write at all. What got you started? What keeps you going?

My motivation is honestly pretty self indulgent. Of course, all writers write for other people. If we didn’t plan on having readers at some point, we’d never put pen to paper. Or fingers to keyboards. For me, I write what I want to read. I write about characters who inspire me, plot that moves me, issues that matter to me. I constantly have these ideas, speeches, emotions buzzing around in my head, and I write to release them. To get things off my chest, to tap into things I keep buried beneath the surface. I create these people and these worlds and after a while of letting them linger in the back of my mind, I get attached. I care about whether they get what they want or if they have to struggle. I care about them finding their own versions of happiness. 

What got me started was a dream actually. I was in the third grade and I had a dream about this orphanage with vines growing from the ceiling and these girls who escaped from it. The next day, I wrote out a little story and even drew some pictures. I have no idea if it still exists but I remember taking it to school and showing my teacher. I remember her being impressed and telling me to write more, so I did, and I never stopped. I’ve been writing ever since. 

I keep going because it’s part of my soul now. I can’t imagine ever not writing. I can’t imagine not creating characters or weaving stories together. Turning dreams into semi-coherent plots. I genuinely don’t know what my brain would even look like if I never started writing. It’s become so much more than a hobby, but a huge aspect of my existence. Even when I write things that I’m certain no one else will read. I’ve seen a lot of writers talk about how they write for their readers, and while a big part of me wonders how people will like what I produce and if anyone will connect the dots I lay out, I have to selfishly admit that I write for myself. As a mother and a wife and all the other components of who I am to other people, writing is the only thing I have that is purely mine.