WARNING: THIS POST MAY (will) CONTAIN INTENSE FANGIRLING. READ ON AT YOUR OWN RISK.
Everybody has at least one fictional person who they are completely and embarrassingly in love with.
Oh my goodness. I don’t even know what to say.
Look at me being all productive and sticking to my word!
Hello! So, this isn’t a ‘few days later’ and this also isn’t a post about Anuska but… Oh well.
I was just in New York City for a week doing a Broadway workshop that culminated in an Off-Broadway showcase which was SO MUCH FUN. My family and I went to see Natasha, Pierre, and the Great Comet of 1812 which is a musical based off of a small chunk of War and Peace. It was absolutely gorgeous, guys, and guess who was Pierre? That’s right. Freakin’ Okieriete Onaodowan─more commonly referred to as simply Oak─the guy who played Hercules Mulligan in the original cast of Hamilton.* IT WAS SO BEAUTIFUL AND I GOT HIS SIGNATURE AND I CRIED.
*Hamilton the musical is one of the best things that has ever happened to me. If you haven’t listened to it, then stop reading this right now and go do it. I could quote that musical til the cows come home.
That’s why I haven’t given you all the promised post about one of my WIP─The Institute of the Touched─characters, but never fear. I am here now, and you are too, and so now you are forced to sit there and read this. MWAHAHAHA.
I asked you all which of the six MCs you would most like to hear from and the overwhelming consensus seemed to be Bazil Farrin. So today I’m going to ask Bazil a series of questions and he will answer them to the best of his abilities. I’ll be in bold like this and Bazil will be in italics, like this. Ya’ll ready? Here we go!
Hello, Bazil! Thanks for coming.
Good afternoon, Eden.
Could you tell us a bit about yourself?
Oh. Um. Yes. I’m eighteen years old. I live a few blocks away from where I work in Akkerdam, Chaxholm─I work at Farrin Books. My uncle Marcus owns it. Um…
Do you live alone, or with anyone?
Oh, I live alone. *laughs self-consciously* My parents… died… so… but. I’m engaged.
Engaged? Well, how… how exciting. Aren’t you a bit young for all that, though?
Sophie says no. Sophie Markham. She’s my fiance, you see, and she’s the most beautiful woman in the world and also always right. That’s what she tells me, anyway.
I see… moving on, Bazil. Do you like your job?
Yes, I love it! I get to sit in silence surrounded by books all day… I take care of Uncle Marcus’s finances and also, once a week, read aloud to the local children for an hour or so, just to give us all something to do on our slow day. Claudia always picks the book, because it makes me too nervous when I do it. I want them to love it, not be bored. She’s very good at choosing. Honestly, I can’t imagine a better job then the one that I have now.
I’m pretty sure that that’s the most I’ve ever heard you speak, and I created you.
Never mind. That sounds lovely. Now for some general things. Do you consider yourself an introvert or an extrovert?
Pink or purple?
Up or down?
So sorry, but why does this…?
Did you have a happy childhood?
I… I would say that I did. My father died before I was born but my mother didn’t die until I was four years old, and so I do remember a very few things about her. I remember that she would take me on walks around Lower Chaxholm and sometimes even Upper Chaxholm, where we would look at all of the enormous, colorful houses where the wealthier merchants and the Queen’s Court lives. There was a pond there, I remember, and she would let me feed the ducks… Then, after she… passed away… and I moved in with Uncle Marcus, things were still good. He’s the one who taught me to read, and he let me have free reign of the shop at a very early age. I have pleasant memories of my childhood.
What is your biggest fear?
My biggest fear, I think, is speaking. Words. With my voice. Specifically to beings that are homo sapiens that have eyes and mouths that speak rude things back. Not all homo sapiens, I suppose. I actually quite like the people that I work with ─and Uncle Marcus of course─they’re sort of like… like a family I never had. Nona’s my little sister, Hali, my brother, and Claudia is mother to all of us…
Have you ever wished to be Touched─to have magical powers?
…yes. I─there’s something so special about it, isn’t there, even if half of the people I know are Touched. It’s like they have something extra, some extra power or… or electricity to them that’s uncontainable. It’s beautiful. So, to answer your question, yes. Yes, I have.
Well, you’re in luck, then. Sort of. Not completely, but a little bit, if you know what I mean.
So sorry, Eden, but I have absolutely no idea what you mean.
I… oh. Ok.
Well, that concludes out interview for today! Thanks a lot, Bazil! Don’t be freaked out if your whole life is turned upside down!
Yes, um. I won’t. Goodbye.
So that was Bazil Farrin, my lovelies! In a few days I’ll be interviewing Anuska, so… Read on!
Hello and welcome to this weeks episode of Why Eden is the Ruler and Overlord of All Mortals.*
*Haha you wish. If I were, then it would be free books and chocolate cupcakes for the populace, and the weekend would be extended by five days, and the night would last twenty four hours instead of twelve. But we can’t all have everything, I suppose.
So I know I promised character snippets in me* last post, but then Charis posted something so cool, and since I have the focus of a hamster in the latter stages of brain decay, I’m going to do that instead. DEAL WITH IT, MORTALS. (Also─it isn’t too late to vote on which character you’d like to hear from! Just putting that out there!)
*I was going to fix that typo. I really was. But then I sounded like a pirate, and who doesn’t like pirates (?!?!) so I left it.
Like Charis, I will not be answering all twenty one questions, but I’ll put a list of all of them below in case any of you would like to do this post. I’m going to be concentrating on my Camp NaNoWriMo 2017 project which is currently, but likely not always, called The Institute of the Touched for these questions. Soooo… Let’s go!
Describe your WIP:
A boy who cannot fathom what he truly is.
A girl for whom power is a game.
A singer with a murderer on her tail.
A street rat.
And the man who wants them all.
That was the blurb that I created in like two seconds for Camp, but as it’s dreadfully uninformative I’ll expand upon that. This story follows the lives of six young people living in Lower Chaxholm, Akkerdam, an alternate universe where people are either Ordinary (my world’s version of Muggles, or Mundanes, or anyone not possessing magical powers) or Touched (someone who does have magic). Bazil Farrin─complete cinnamon roll and the person who’s life this story focuses on the most─discovers that he is an Amplifier, the like of which haven’t been seen in Akkerdam for over four hundred years. Amplifiers are people who have no magical abilities themselves, but can heighten and even control the magic of all those who are Touched around them. Basically, this is about four kick-butt women, one sort of kick-but guy, one guy who isn’t kick-butt at all, and the murderer who needs every one of them for his own Nefarious Plans.
Describe your MCs personality with a GIF:
Would you rather be trapped in your story for a week, or have your antagonist enter your own life for a day:
I would absolutely rather be trapped in my story for a week. Even though then I would inevitably come across said antagonist… Oh well. Then I could frolick about in an adorable bookshop and talk to adorable people and watch people do magic AND YES THIS NEEDS TO HAPPEN RIGHT NOW SOMEONE GET ME THE TARDIS.*
*Before you ask─why would Lower Chaxholm, Akkerdam not be accessible by TARDIS? Broaden your minds, younglings.
A line that was hard to write:
The way Bazil Farrin saw it, there were two types of people. Those who read because they had to, and those who read because they wanted to. Naturally, as an employee in a failing bookshop in Lower Chaxholm, Akkerdam─still working there for reasons such as his need for books exceeded his need for a livable income by a troubling amount and other equally debilitating reasons─Bazil considered himself one of the latter. That rare and endangered breed who enjoys the company of people forgotten or physically fictitious who reside between dry, dusty pages to that of usual and dully abundant mortals… Yes. Bazil was proud and somewhat resigned to admitting that he was one of them.
This is actually the first line of TIotT, and it was really difficult to write, I think because I was essentially setting the tone for the whole thing. I needed to get the correct voice, or else it would just stand out as a paragraph that didn’t match any of the rest of the narrative. (Note: This is all from the first draft of TIotT, so excuse any yucky patches. I haven’t edited yet.)
Choose an ideal reading spot, food, drink, and music to go with your book:
Reading spot: someplace cozy with lots of pillows─maybe a window seat. A bay window seat (you know, one of those ones that stick out slightly from the house in a sort of curve?) with lots of fluffy pillows and more books on the walls.
Food: Chocolate. Is that even a question? Also bread. No WAIT. CUPCAKES. CHOCOLATE CUPCAKES. MAN I’M HUNGRY NOW.
Drink: Coffee. Black*, with honey. Trust me, my darlings, it is HEAVEN.
Music: I’ve been listening to a lot of Hozier and Sleeping at Last while writing this. Anything that’s low and melodious and dark sounding.
*Black, like my soul.
Dish about a favorite side character:
Nona Rastrova! Oh my goodness, I didn’t expect for her to come out this way at all, but I’m actually so happy that she did. She’s a mess, there’s no doubt about it─but still, there’s something about her… She is just a hoot to write. In this bit, Nona and Claudia, who are currently flatmates having… difficulties are having a discussion in the middle of the night after Nona has quite loudly come home.
“Stop,” said Claudia, enunciating clearly just so Nona wouldn’t have any cause for claiming she hadn’t understood, “waking me up.”
Nona grinned at her, huge and loose and white in the darkness, and grabbed at her long, pale hair which hung unbound over her shoulders, twisting it over and over in her hand. She had dark smudges of makeup smeared around her eyes which should have made her look awful, but instead gave her a wild, devil may care sort of look that only she could pull off. A gun appeared in one of her hands, which she lobbed at the bed, only missing Claudia’s head by the inch that it did because she ducked with what she considered cat like reflexes at the last second. It skidded across the bright pink duvet and hit the metal headboard (tin, of course, not iron. Iron did to the Touched what salt did to slugs, only longer and with more smoking of the skin and human vocalizations of torture) where it came to a halt.
There was a moment of complete silence, wherein Claudia stared at the gun and Nona stared, horrified, at Claudia. Then:
“It is truly amazing,” said Claudia conversationally.
Nona cocked her head almost cautiously, clear disbelief written all over her shadowy face. The planes of her cheekbones ended in dark hollows that carved out her cheeks. “Is it?” she said. Her voice was loud. Loud and brazen, like she didn’t have a single care in the world.
Hence the slinging about of firearms.
“Hm?” said Claudia. She was playing it up, she knew, but Sanktel Zelinska. “Oh. Oh yes, it is.”
Claudia turned full on to face her new flatmate. She threw the covers aside and slung her legs over the side of the bed so that her bare feet hung a few inches over the cold, hard wooden floor. “How you do not even need to open your mouth to give me a headache.”
Would you rather never publish this, or have it adapted into a horrible movie:
Honestly I think I’d have to say never published because then I wouldn’t have to sob every time I thought about having my baby ruined. Plus, I have this… issue… *cough, cough* with sharing anything that I’ve written with anyone. Like. At all. So. I’d be more COMFORTABLE, certainly, if this never saw the light of day. But that’s why I have you all, isn’t it? My guinea pigs. My lab rats.
I’ll show myself out.
What’s something you’re still figuring out about this WIP:
World building. A pet peeve of mine is when a fantasy─or contemporary or sci-fi or how-to─book has really strong characters but zero insight as to how the world works. Like, I want to know who your characters worship! And what their houses look like! And what kind of food they have for midnight snack fests! And where this country lies in relation to the rest of the world! COME ON. But that’s HARD as I’ve found, and so I feel like I’m wrestling with a giant squid every time I remember that my world has to… ya know… exist and then try to make it do so.
So here’s The Institute of the Touched for you… Sort of. I put all of the #WIPJOY questions below in case any of you would like to do this post yourselves! Also, don’t forget to vote on characters over here! Read on, lovelies!
Top of the morning* to you, good ladies and gentlemen! Today I have a bit of a strange thing for you, so brace yourselves.
*It is absolutely not morning, but I couldn’t care less.
So I am certifiably insane and therefore decided that this July, one of the most hectic and busy months in my life anyway and even more so with the added stress of preparing for a trip that I’m taking soon, would be a good month to participate in Camp NaNoWriMo. Thank goodness my Inner Voice of Reason and All Things Intelligent kicked in (which is a rare occurrence) and told me to make my word count goal only 25000, which I did. Still, I’m fairly sure that I won’t meet it until the very last possible day, but ces’t la vie, yes? Anyway, I thought it might be fun to give you all some character background* but I couldn’t decide who to introduce first so I’m going to give you all a little taste of each of the MCs and then you all can comment on who you’d most like to hear from below!
*Yes I realize that it will be much more fun for me than it will be for you, but again, I don’t care.
Bazil is one of the six narrators of the story (which is in third person. Why do I torture myself, you ask? Wouldn’t we all like to know.) His little bit on info is, A boy who cannot fathom what he truly is.
A girl for whom power is a game.
A singer with a murderer on her tail.
A street rat.
And a genius.
Here they are! Again, just comment below, and whoever gets the most votes I’ll do first!
Read on, lovelies!