Oamaru Heritage week

The train (er van) arrived back at my house last night
sooo I'm back!!!!!

And was it fun! True I did absolutely no writing, but I don't really mind anymore, I might get 10k done this year but that doesn't matter. Although I had two radical ideas that will greatly change my book - oh well, I'm not sure if I'll use them, we'll see.  One of them is changing the setting to some place down south instead of Waipara North Canterbury, but that will include heaps of research.

I got my jacket done in plenty of time, I was sooo glad I wasn't sewing last minute. Although strictly speaking its not finished according to the pattern, but I didn't want to put lace on the cuffs as it looked fine without, so that's all good.

here's a couple of pictures from the trip

this is the tiny little house that we stayed in,  it was sooo cute the front part there is the lounge/kitchen, the house had a double bed, a loft with a single bed, a bathroom, and tiny laundry in the hall way. It's meant for three people at the most. We had 9 people there one time, for getting ready and for meals (which we had on the deck) and 6 sleeping over night -and I tell you it was a squish!

the view of Oamaru from the deck

my jacket all finished

eating ice cream in Oamaru, all dressed up in one of Mum's bridesmaid dresses (adapted of course)

I got badly sunburnt that day

So that is a little snippet of what happened, now I'm off to have lunch 

I am starting again

I am starting writing again. I haven't written for my story in nearly a month. My story is in a mess (more or less) and will need heavy re-writing. I don't know how to end it. And I may have to change my characters. -If you know anything about writing that is really hard. Honestly I don't really want to write another word but I want to continue discovering their story+ I'm pretty much at my "heroine's" lowest point I love her to much to leave her there in short. Prayer for inspiration p.l.e.a.s.e -also for how to weave God into this.
So after asking for so much I guess I must give you some idea of what you are praying for. Warning it (hopefully) will contain romance.

(don't have a title yet), a Summary:

Beatrice is from East-End London 1885. One night she is attacked, in a battle of self defense an important person is accidently killed, Beatrice flees to New Zealand, she is pursued by the dead man's hired killer, Martin.

Her life gets no better when tragedy after tragedy hits Beatrice begins to break down, suicide becoming her only hope. But it all seems as if something stronger is pulling, pulling her to Jesus.
But behind all of this her killer is still seeking, ready to work his revenge. 

Excerpt from (don't have a title yet):

Last updated on 11/27/2012

He began to undo her top buttons, clearing her neck. She knew then that he would kill her... Her fears were confirmed when he wrapped his fingers around her wind pipe, at first gently pushing as though to test her vulnerability, then he dug in his fingers, and she had the odd sensation that he'd done this before... And was certainly not afraid to do it again.

(haha that's pretty much the best scene -thought that is going to change)

Anyway thanks very much

-Tiffany

writing -about things you've never done

So how do you?
I don't know but I think this post will help -I haven't read it myself

-Tiffany

Awesome story

This is a totally awesome story done by Story teller, it is eight parts so I decided to drip feed it to you, just to make you feel better ; )

The Battle Surrendered  

Part One  

Storyteller SilverLoom

     They came at night. Like gliding shadows, they moved soundlessly across my bedroom. I had no idea they were coming for me. There was no time to prepare for their attack.

     I woke just in time to see them reaching toward me. It was too late. Their fingers were like ice; black icicles circling around my arms, my neck, and my head.

     Screaming in terror, I pulled back, trying to roll over, trying to get away from the shadow creatures. Still they clutched at me.

     All at once, a dim light dawned over me and my assailants. But instead of clarifying, this light seemed to make everything blurry. It illuminated the shadow creatures, but they did not disappear like shadows; instead, they seemed to grow more solid, and their skin turned white, soft, and pleasantly warm. Their eyes were dark, but gentle. The light seemed to emanate from someplace unseen behind the creatures.

     A strange feeling invaded my body and mind, similar to the one you get when you have a fever and take a sedative cold medicine. I could feel my eyelids droop under the unnatural disorientation, and I began to wonder why I was fighting. I reasoned that I was not being hurt, so why bother to struggle? It was too much work to try to get away.

     The creatures pulled me into a standing position beside my bed. I didn’t resist. One of the creatures twittered in my ear, its voice soothing, “Follow meee….”

     I didn’t ask where it wanted me to follow it to. I would see when I got there. It would take too much effort to talk.

     I remember taking the first step to follow the creature. Something nagged within me, telling me that what I was doing was stupid and wrong, but I buried the feeling and stepped forward. The next thing I knew, I was blinking as if I had just woken up and saw that I was no longer in my bedroom...

And that's all for now ; (

Can't wait to the next one, huh? ; )
-Miss Tiffany  

Greetings, me wee guinea pigs!

I've got some reading for you: How 'bout dat? [ uh english please! how about that]

So strong it brings many to their knees, so gripping it leaves one empty.

Like water it fills a well but leaves it dry with thirst. It is demanding.

Like a story that can never be told, a story that that can never be expressed.A story that has incredible power that only the witnesses can dream of retelling. It is unexplainable. It carves out one's heart, it is like a strong wind, it is so big, it is so un-describe-able, how can it ever be put into words? It bursts through walls of iron as if they were made of feathers: It can not be stopped. Some maybe afraid of its rising tide, but I am not. It is so un-contain-able, yes so very terrible, words can not express the thunder of its coming, or the pin drop silence that place when the Master comes, when the hem of the His robe brushes a human's heart, the burning desire for Him that only He can awake. The beauty of its voice. The great honor of of its calling. The immense power, the huge-ness. The GRACE!!. The vastness. It crushes the universe with blinding light. It is so mysterious, it leaves the watcher in tears.To see this is an incredible honor, that can be seen... for free!

It is not to be taken lightly, it takes the broken, the unqualified, the outcast, the shamed and shunned. It takes their pain away, such a beautiful release, such undeserved grace.It can't be compared to anything   ....ever. Without a price!                  

  

It pulls, it tugs, it unravels an adventure, takes the elderly over mountains the children over seas.It falls like rain. Those in its rising flood, turn to those in the desert "Won't you come?! Taste of the rain! Feel the surge of the water! Wade into its unfathomed depths.

Drown in the swells! Here you fear nothing, you need not bring anything except yourselves. Be prepared to change in strange ways.

Oh, sink in the waters of love!"

For it is love that topples many, that sweeps through and leaves one longing for more.Love that tells a story that can never be retold, it craves out the heart with longing; it drives like the wind, it is so large, one can easily lose oneself. Love flies through

every defense. Some are afraid of its changing powers, but the ones who have tasted aren't, no one should, the love is un-hate-able.

Love can never be captured, yet it was nailed to a tree, it is so terrible, terribly magnificent. From the nails blood ran, like water; love can never be stopped. The sweetness of love's voice whispers "Father...forgive"

Without love the earth trembles and breaks mourning its loss to the skies that have lost all color, all light, all stars and moon.

Sweltering blackness has fallen. All suffocates in its thick tangible flow. All can that be seen is a trickle of blood , the trickle of life

the trickle of love ... dying.

Frigid tensions run through the skies agonizing groans ripple through the earth, the surface between is paralysed with fear.

For three risings of the sun the world os empty of life, is stripped of its essence. The earth cries out in grief. The people are the only ones unaware that the universe is in its death throws. They wake on their Sabbat to worship a dead love.

In another world love enters. A kingdom black, heavy, soaked in evil. A place where blood is the water. A place that has never known love. A place reeking with hate, murder. A place where the sun was too scared to rise... the land of fear.

Then like the ripping of curtains, like the crashing of thunder, like a fork of lighting. Love enters, the first rays of its liberating dawn span across a wasted landscape. A delightful aroma arises like steam. Darkness flees, things begin to grow, the sewers of blood vanish. Life has arrived. In the middle of this land is a towering mountain atop of this is an empty pool, Love lands on the  east side of this, the angel of light [ The devil was an angel + most people wouldn't listen to something devil-ish looking I picture him like so:] with dark blood dripping from his hands, the prince of darkness, crouches on the other side. Into the pool bright blood pours: flowing from the one named Love. The dark Prince trembles and hands Love an ancient looking pair of keys.

"Love" leaves the land. Darkness returns.

On earth it is the hours before light. The weary earth will yet again see a lifeless sun rise, the plants will another day suffocate

with its dying presence. Yet the people are unaware that this day the curtain will tear, that from this day the earth will never be the same again. And yet shepherds lie by their sheep and kings by their treasure -sleeping! 

The sky lightens to a deep purple. A breeze blows across the earth. The trees, plants waters and oceans stir beneath its power.

The wind carries a secret; a promise of change.

And then light, blinding light, rips across the land. You can almost hear the universe laughing with unimaginable joy. The ocean dance frenzied dances of happiness,the earth rumbles with delight and the sky shouts out its pleasure. The very air jumps with excitement.

Love has returned!

It's still hear, right now. Unknown to most is its power, its force and its name: Jesus.

Some are still in the desert of darkness, some are still slaves to another world to a dark force.

Few are in the rain of love, few feel its strong insistent pull.But it is there for anyone should they just see what 

"love" has done for them and repent of their sins, freedom is there, joy is there, peace is there for the broken who ask

So what think you?

Impatiently awaiting your comments

-Tiffany

For all those who write to glorify God

For writers
Tell if it doesn't work, something crazy just happened and I'm not sure if it will affect you.

Enneagram

I've been reading Crafting unforgettable characters an e-book and its proving quite interesting *see end of post*
And it talked of enneagrams, ennea, means 9 in greek.I didn't know what that was and it has to do with psychology.

So what is an enneagram?
It is like the king, servant, thing in my meet me post.But it is more than that.
It's to do with different personalities [warning you can't actually say someone is 1 or 2 it's their choice]
So it's useful for guess what- finding your character's personality
so what could your character be?

1# Perfectionist or Reformer [I think this is like prophet]

2# Helper, Nurturer, Giver, Caretaker or Pleaser [Servant]

3# Achiever, Succeeder, Performer

4# Artist, Individualist, Romantic [Dreamer]

5# Observer, Watcher, Thinker

6# Trooper, Loyalist, Guardian, Defender

7# Enthusiast, Adventurer

8# Controller, Aggressor,  Chief [King]

9# Peacemaker, Mediator

Twos, Threes, Fours -come from the heart- these people are more caring, more emotional, think about the past-

Fives, Sixes Sevens- are from the head- these people tend to plan, plan, plan and think about the future-

Eights, Nines, and Ones-are from the gut/body- and I suppose you can tell what these people are like-they tend to think about now/the present.

And if you are writing about a husband and wife or romance, the same thing goes for them as in the preparing to be a help meet, opposites attract, good thing for us writers because it causes conflict, which is needed in stories, and it's just good in general, imagine two pleasers married! They'd  both be up at 5am bumping heads, because their making each other breakfast in bed!!!Or two Controllers trying to boss each other round.God knew!!! What a relief!*some people do marry the same but it's very rare*
Hope you found that interesting.I'll talk about how birth order can change your character.

Miss Tiffany

* You can get the free e-book crafting unforgettable characters at wordplay





  

Writing Full stop

My production

Ok maybe thats a bit hopeful but my play is llooonnngggg -long-
here it is:
The Play
Lord of the dance music Scene: It's dark and misty, ash filled terror 

Act:

Slaves in rags pretending to pull a large weight. Slave drivers using their whips. Slaves fall on their knees [wind mill action if possible] looking agnonized and worn out. "Evil Ones" come in and torment slaves. Someone says "Who will give life to the lost?"

Person 1 walks in and is "kidnapped" and put into slavery. Person 2 comes from the other side, same thing happens. A man and his wife and child come in watch and look heart broken. 'Baddies' [evil ones and slave drivers] rush toward the family and try and put them into slavery. Man stands in front hands spread, protecting his wife and child. This goes on for a minute or so. Have a light [torch will do] turn on closer to the audience and have a girl pjs kneel at her "bed" Prays some like this [can be changed] 'Dear Lord Jesus, help the people in other countries' Her mum is there Main Play: White people come on and try and pull the baddies away, fight begins One white person goes and comforts the girl. fight continues. Man and wife pray.Man joins the fight, the 'baddies' are pushed away from some of the slaves. The wife and child free some of the slaves. Another family below prays. More white ones join the fight, black ones fight harder some fall. Another family below prays. And Jesus come, the 'baddies' fall or flee. The family unlocks the slaves. Have them praying and doing baptizing actions White people keep the lingering baddies out.Jesus is there. Have someone say"the war is not finished souls are still enslaved, near and

far, Do not stop praying, God hears the cries of his children .Many will be freed if you just ask.So what is holding you back?" 

Miss Tiffany

non-writer gone play-wright?!!!

Can it get any worse?
Not only am I writing stories I am being asked to make up plays!!!
I've already done one, for Sunday School, my actors were myself [teehee] Samara, my sis, Noah and Julia, my young friends.It was a spiritual war combat, type thing. S' was the Christian then Noah and Julia ran in covered in black [faces veiled] -"evil ones" there was a mock punch up, [my actors were already specially trained, hint hint, Noah W..... is the best real looking puncher I know]
Then I came in as the "big" evil one and the fight increased and we try drag S' away from her bible but she ends up praying and we fall over [summary]
One guy from church goes by the name of Cyrus though it was really powerful, and I'm like, ok, wow!
-I was just rewriting a bad play we had to do for sunday school.

And now I've been asked to make one up to do in front of the whole church and have 2 Adult supporters who will do all the organizing of costumes practises etc but otherwise I'm in charge, and I feel like a play-wright, now the next thing to do is write.
So my prayer request is that God would give me the inspiration, something that will touch someone, if only one for ever and for good, I'd really love it if you had time to do so.

Any way
A more than slightly nervous Tiffany

A Name

More character-ness ; )

Names.

They are *so* important. For writing they are very... useful, but also very annoying.
Your character must have a name that suits him/her- that is very annoying
e.g you don't call a strict teacher a soft floaty name like, Charlotte, it doesn't suit, but Augusta might.

This is way baby name books/sites are very helpful as they tell you the meaning as well, as in if you're looking for a name for your fat, pigish rich old man[who has probably lived in the English court] you could call him Gulliver, because it's English and it means glutton [I have Mr Hurst in mind right now]
  - ;D

This means you must already have a rough idea as to what your character looks like and behaves
this is why I don't usely fill the name in first or haven't found my favourite name.

Well that was quite short I'll do another post I think

Miss Tiffany    

Meet me.

I've decided that this week as I'm allowed to do 1/2 an hour a day of writing on my blog for school work.[It has to be school work related]That I am going to share with you what I know of making up characters.

When you are writing a story you want to make your character as human as possible, nobody likes a know it all, and most scoff over damsels in distress and Prince Perfects.It can be quite hard to make your hero/ine "normal".

A really good tip is not to make her really beautiful, I read a book where the main character was not "beautiful" but "pretty",  it was really interesting as what one noticed about her was her "honey" coloured  eyes and, well her, she went to balls and taught her self to enjoy them, to find new things in the stagnant water of normal.It was really neat to find a different kind of beauty.Anyway...

 "A character prompt sheet"
this is something to use to create your character, but it is a prompt not a fill in the gaps so it is a good idea to write sentences eg Will the reader dis/like  this character: he loves the night his dark features will repel the reader, he'll be my villain e.t.c.

Name:

Age:

Height:

Weight/Build:

Birthplace:

Colour hair/eyes:

Physical peculiarities:

Education:

Married:

Best friend:

Enemies:

Family:

Core need:

Pathological manoeuvre:

Ambition in life:

Gestures when talking:

Gait:

Strongest character trait:

Weakest character trait:

Laughs or jeers at

Philosophy:

Political leaning:

Hobbies:

What others first notice about him/her:

What character does alone:

One line characterisation:

Will reader dis/like character:

Does s/he change in the story? How:
            [your main character should]

Significant event that moulded him/her:

Significant event that illustrates the character's personality:

[In Depth]- not really needed, from NGJ well the top two

Is he a: "King"
           "Preist"
           "Prophet"

Is she a: "Queen"
             "Servant"
             "Dreamer"

Are they a: Teacher
                   Servant
                   Leader
                   Encourager
                   Perciver
                   etc:


You don't actually have to write down all these things.Just the ones you need to paint the out line of your character.If  you have trouble imagining things drawing is a good idea or looking on the internet or in books for what you want be it person , scene or location.

Hope you have fallen asleep or that you have been able to understand me.


-Tiffany

Testimony of a perivous non-writer

Did you know that I didn't always write? That writing is actually pretty new to me?Well it is.

I always  knew I could write, Mum had always said I had a talent for it.I didn't really start with writing though.I remember telling stories, the earliest I can recall was making up a story about a girl who had a jewel, or treasure hidden somewhere and there was all these different things she had to push to get it.That was told at the Lake Daniel's tramp, and a boy heard and he really liked it [boys liking girls stories?]So I guess it was pretty good.

Of course there was DB but though that slowly improved my writing I didn't get any sudden inspirations that sent me leaping about for paper.

I've tried writing in diaries but I can't really stand them, too boring.
I've had private writing lesson but though they helped I forgot most of what I learned.

It changed one night forever and for good.That was the night I confessed my sins [with many a tear] and became a Christian, I was 12.That was the first night I remember scribbling pages and pages of praises in what I call my "God book".

After I got baptized a friend and I had it on our hearts to write for the young girls we knew my reason? So they would have a better start than I did to be more informed than I was.So I started writing.I can't remember what I wrote in the first issue of Jewels of Jesus [JOJ]
but what I do know is that every time after I've written something I've been challenged in my walk with God often for a short time afterward ingnoring Him. 

But I've noticed my stories have gotten better, I don't know what you think, but on top of all the writing studying I've done , at that moment when I get an inspiration all that is forgotten I see what is happening before my eyes and I try and describe what I see as best as I can.But I have to be writing or the story moves on without me. So that is how I write, ask Esther  ;D. I got to go now.   


Miss Tiffany

A writer

I am a writer. I am learning to be a writer.I believe all writers are doomed to be night owls, with a note pad beside their bed for 1:00am inspirations [glad to say my latest yet is round 11-12pm] I am learning what a crazy life a writer leads, how they lead a love/hate relationship with their pen.I mean, writers like me are in the middle of a story, tearing our minds out for the next scene, and vowing never to write. But... that little God-given story-tellin' part inside you gets excited and inspired and you just have to write.

I am a writer that usually will not write unless she hhhhaaaassss to, I cannot keep a diary, I am too impatient to write in it every day,  I've got better things to do. [I have a plan to stop people reading my diary, I write sooo fast and messyly that its TIFFY CODE :D]
But I am trying to break this habit of only writing when I have to. I am not saying I keep a diary [waaaayy too boring] but I try to write about something.

I am a Fiction writer, a story-teller, I just love making things up, and hate writing of things that don't require imagination, I don't love movies for this reason.I am a book worm, but lately I've got tried of books, they might be boring or it might just be me, so I've tried writing what I want to read, the blessings of being a writer :).

Also I'm in love with making up characters that seem real, that are real to me and the reader..That tell me their story, well that's the aim.So expect to see things about characters.
I have a book that is just for characters and you know how the books have name and subject in the corner, well I've written on my subject BEWARE OF WHO MAY JUMP OUT :D. Also beware this DB, I hope :)

-Tiffany