My Novel Update #2


Hello good people of the universe. I’m happy to tell you that I have now reached 13,000 words in my novel *confetti is thrown and party music starts playing*. I’m loving the writing process and I’ve learned a ton during these last 13,000 words. So without further ado, here’s what I’ve learned so far.

• Without my lengthy outline, I would be lost. There have been quite a few times when I was lost and all I had to do was check my outline and *Poof* problem solved. My outline is a road map that has saved me a ton of time that would’ve been used to think of which direction to go next. I’m not sticking to it religiously, there are some things that will change in later drafts, but it’s keeping me afloat for this first draft. Thank you Outline.

• Although I have an outline, not everything is planned out. Most of my scenes weren’t planned, so I’m making them up as I go along. I didn’t thinkmy outline would give me this much freedom, but there’s more liberation than I could’ve even imagined. For example, I wrote down “MC breaks into the castle to steal a royal artifact”, but that was a vague idea. I had to create that whole vision and weave it’s words into the paper.

• In the very early stages of this project, I felt the usual nagging voice that most writers hear in their heads. You know, the voice that tells you that what your doing is pointless, that you’re bad writer, how dare you think that you can write a book, blah, blah, blah. Anyway, that voice has disappeared a long time ago. After the first 5k, that voice has ceased to exist. Every first draft could use some examinations, but that will be taken care of during revisions. Even an established author like Neil Gaiman still has insecurities about his writing. Self-doubt is a part of the Writer’s Membership Package, and hits all of us at some point. The best thing you can do is just keep writing. Or if you’re a fan of Finding Nemo, just keep swimming, just keep swimming, just keep swimming, swimming, swimming. What do we do? We swim. (If you read the above in Dory’s voice, then you’re awesome).

• I don’t know why, but sometimes when I write my characters’ dialogue, they speak with an English accent. It’s surprising, to say the least, but I find it rather amusing.

• I’m extremely stoked and ready to finish. I know it’s early, but I’m already imagining the cover of this novel. I see many different possibilities, but we’ll just have to see how it turns out.

My last few posts have been about this novel, but I’ll certainly be blogging about regular topics very soon. I have a post about the impact of characters on our favorite books and tv shows that’s due for posting in a few days. I’ll be doing these novel updates everytime I hit 10k, so that means the next one will come when I reach 20k.

Thank you for sitting through my cute little toddler-esque rant right there. The most important thing I would like to say is thank you for your support on this journey. I dream of one day showing you all this hard work I’ve done. One day, I will be able to say that my dream is my reality.


My Novel Update #1


Today I managed to finish the Chapter One of my novel, so I thought I would share with you some things I’ve learned. First of all, I have gained much more respect for authors, because writing a novel is hard. Sure, it’s just a bunch of consistency and words written, but to write those words requires a certain discipline, and lots of it. Yesterday I only wrote 308 words, despite 1k being my goal. But I’m not complaining about how hard it is, it’s just an observation, and it won’t stop me.

I was writing a scene where my protagonist had to infiltrate a castle and steal something valuable, and I learned a lot from that experience. There were times where I felt like things were a bit stale, so I had to inject a needle with action and conflict into the arm of my story. The characters have taken on a life of their own and the novel is practically writing itself.

Oh, did I mention that I’m writing faster than ever before? They say that writing is a muscle, and these last few days have trained my “muscle” so much that the act of writing is getting easier. I’ve written so much today that I had to take a break outside for a while.

The biggest thing is that I’ve finished a whole chapter. I’ve already started writing the second chapter and I’ll be writing more of it tonight. I would love to give you a few character names or even the title of the book, but nothing is concrete yet, so I don’t want to give you any false info. My main character’s name is set in stone though and will be released in a few days. I can’t wait to finish, but at the same time, I’m enjoying the fun of world building.

Well, I have to go and write some more so you can read it one day. As Tigger would say “T.T.F.N. Ta-Ta For Now!”

I’m Writing A Novel


Today is a huge day for me. After what feels like a millenium of planning/procrastinating, today is the day that I start writing my novel. Words cannot contain how excited I am to take my first step of this long journey. If you’re as excited as I am, you’re probably bouncing in your seat like a coffee-drinking 3 year old, eyes wide, thirsty to know more. So without further ado my fellow caffeinsted toddlers, here are some fun facts about my WIP:

1. This is my first novel. I’ve written a lot of flash fiction and short stories recently so I can be prepared. I’ve been writing stories since I was little, but this is my first real swing at a story this massive. I’ve tried maybe 3 or 4 times to write a novel when I was younger, but time after time I would fail. It seemed impossible. Now, I know much more about the craft and what it actually takes to create a novel. I’m up for the task. Now is the time that I turn my dream into reality.

2. Although I love the fantasy genre, this novel will be a medieval fiction. No, not that kind of medieval, with olde english, knights and King Arthur. It’s a bit more modern, so no, there won’t be any knights in shining armor. As stated before, I love fantasy, but this story took on a life of its own and demanded to be a medieval fiction. I love the medieval era, so this genre is A-Okay with me.

3. I’m a planner, so this novel had to be explored thoroughly before I could even think of beginning. Want to know how much of a planner I am? I just wrote a 7 page synopsis on the story. Yeah, I could hardly believe it myself. 7 pages.

4. My goal is to write at least 1,000 words a day. I know it’s small, but that’s my warm-up number. As I become used to the story, I’ll gradually increase it. And that’s a minimum of 1k a day, I can very easily go past that quota. Follow me on Twitter because I’ll be giving daily word count updates.

5. The first draft will be written by hand. Here’s a fact about me: whenever I write, I do it in a notebook first and then type it up on the computer. This will be no different. I just love writing by hand. There’s just something intimate about gliding a pencil across the paper and seeing my own handwriting. There’s nothing wrong with using a computer, but I prefer a good ol’ fashioned paper and pencil.

I’ve received so much support, especially in the last few days, and for that I say thank you. You don’t know how much your encouragement helps move me forward. I can feel the stress already, and admittedly it’s kind of scary to think of the idea of writing a novel, but you give me strength. You believe in me, even if I don’t believe in myself sometimes. You don’t know how much the help means to me, and I will not fail you. I will finish writing this novel. Pinky promise.

I’ll be posting regular updates here on the blog, so stay tuned for my writerly drama. I’ll post my observations and word counts. I’ll also be dropping a few character names and a few excerpts along the way. If you have any questions or want me to post something, leave a comment. Thanks for reading!

If You Could Have Superpowers



Today, something interesting happened.

I’m walking around the living room, listening to some music (Should’ve Gone To Bed by the Plain White T’s). I’m minding my own business when suddenly my little sister comes running out of nowhere. She’s wearing a headband, rain boots, and using her blanket as a cape. As you may have guessed by now, she is a superhero.

She then proceeds to “fly” all around the room, pose, and save her toys from danger. I couldn’t help but pause my music, watch her, and think about the good old days when I wanted to have superpowers. At one point in everyone’s life, they wish they could have superpowers, so I know I’m not the only one.

If I could have any superpowers, it would be to manipulate time however I wanted. Kind of like Adam Sandler in the movie Click, except without the remote. I would make time stand still, fast forward through boring lectures, rewind to relive my childhood, and be able to put the finer moments in life into slow motion.

Everybody wishes they could have superpowers, and you know what I would pick. So let me know in the comments, if you could have any superpower, what would it be and why?

Blurry Lines


I opened my eyes and stretched my arms and legs from my body. I rubbed my eyes and glanced at the clock on my bedside table. 8:23 pm. Shit.

Leaping out of the bed like a ninja, I rushed to the bathroom to get ready. I was supposed to just take a nap, a short nap, but somehow I overslept. I turned on the bathroom light and flinched when the light hit my eyes. There was so much to do in such a short time. Brush my teeth, shower, comb my hair.

I walked out of my room, now fully dressed in a black Led Zeppelin t-shirt, dark blue jeans, and my golden cross chain. Walking downstairs, I checked my phone. 8:41 pm, Saturday. I won’t lie, I was feeling good about myself, after all, this was a day to be remembered. After getting my license a month ago, this was the first time I would be driving somewhere by myself.

I made my way into the kitchen, just for a snack before I left. Mom was waiting for me at the table, coffee in hand. I felt something drop in the pit of my stomach. Judging by that look on her face, I was about to get a lecture. Sadly, I was right.

“Almost missed the party, I see.” She said, raising an eyebrow over her mug.

“Yeah, but I’m ready now, I’m just getting a snack.” I replied and went over to kiss her on the cheek.

“Now Kenny, before you leave,let’s go over this one last time, just so we’re clear,”

Here it comes. If I heard it once, I heard it a thousand times.

“The streetlights just came on, but it’s still dark outside. Pay attention to the road and no texting while driving.”

“C’mon mom, I’ve driven with you at night before, how’s that any different from tonight?”

“Tonight, I won’t be there. I want you to behave the same way you normally would if I was right there with you.”

I went over to the fridge to see what I could find. There was an uneasy silence in the kitchen that mom broke when she loudly slurped her coffee. She never does that, so she must’ve done it on purpose. I suddenly felt nauseous and lost my appetite. Just as I was closing the fridge, her voice startled me.

“And another thing. I hear the music you kids listen to nowadays. The Billboard charts are littered with songs about partying and drinking. I’m not saying you can’t have your fun, but make sure you do not drink tonight.”

“I know mom. I…”

“Promise me Kenneth. Promise me that you will not drink tonight.”

“I promise.”

Silence engulfed us once more. We waited for 9 pm, the time I would leave.

At 8:55, I ran around the house to grab some last minute stuff – my wallet, shoes, backpack, and keys. I checked my phone once again, the time 9:00 pm staring back at me. I left through the front door and towards my car parked in the driveway. I got in the driver’s seat, started the engine, and was just about to pull out when I saw mom standing at the front door waving. Although there was a smile on her face, I could see hope and nervousness in her eyes. I waved back, shifted the car into reverse, and drove off into the night.

I got to the party safely and went up to the front door. It was open like Eric said it would be. I stepped inside, the sweet scent of fruits and chips greeted me at the door. There were bodies dancing, snaking together on the dancefloor while “Like A G6” played through the speakers. I made my way across the crowded dancefloor, lights of all colors illuminating the room.

The refreshments table was a wonderland of all kinds of stereotypical party snacks. Chips, cupcakes, and of course – alcohol. Rum, Vodka, and beer all sat there before me, tempting me with their colorful bottles. Remembering the promise I made to mom, I just grabbed a cup of Pepsi and went to go mingle.

I made conversation with a few girls in the room, but my focus constantly fell to the liquor on the table. Somehow, whenever I would glance away for a second, I would see liquor. If not on the table, then in the hands of people walking by. After a while, I gave in. The strong smell of fruity alcohol was too much to bear. Putting the promise I made to mom behind me, I made my way over to the refreshments table. Just a cup. I thought. One cup wouldn’t hurt.

A few hours and many cups of liquor later, the guests began leaving the party. I started to walk to the exit, but my vision was blurry, and I felt a dizziness in my head. It felt like I had spun around in circles.

I did my best to stand up straight as I tried to regain a hold of my senses. I ended up staggering like a tower of Jenga. Everything would be fine. I would drive home carefully, and avoid mom so she wouldn’t see me trip, hear me slur, or smell my Vodka-infused breath. I started the engine of my car and began the return home.

My head rolled left and right as I gripped the steering wheel as best I could. Controlling my movement was hard enough, but now I had to actually squint my eyes to focus on the road in front of me. The blurry white and yellow lines teased my senses.

Straight ahead, I saw a pair of headlights coming right towards me. To my horror, I had been driving on the wrong side of the road.

Smoke filled the air and the sound of sirens hovered around me. I could barely open my eyes, but when I did, there were a bunch of people kneeling over me. My skin felt cold and I realized that I was lying on the street. I turned my head and saw my car totaled against a tractor trailer. Blood everywhere.

It hurt to breathe. My lungs were working too hard and I could feel my heartbeat slowing down.

A few minutes ago, I was at a party and everyone was smiling. Here, nobody was having fun and not a single person cracked a smile. I thought about mom and my broken promise. I couldn’t turn back the hands of time and fix my mistakes. All I could do was lie there and think. Hopefully she would hear my thoughts. Somehow.

Mom, I broke my promise and had a few drinks tonight. I thought I was invincible, but my luck has run out. I didn’t follow your advice. It seems that my time has come and I’ll be ending my life in the street. My heart is failing, so before leaving, I would like to let you know that I am sorry. Be strong and try not to cry. Mommy, I love you. My only regret is not to have been able to say goodbye.

© Daevone Molyneux, 2013

Life Goes On



In high school, everyone just wanted to be accepted.

When I was in high school, I hung around all sorts of people, because I too wanted to be accepted. I would dress like a certain group, talk like them, and even download whatever music they listened to.

With each passing year, I changed a little as I started to learn who I truly was, who Daevone truly was. Each new self-discovery distanced me from some of those I knew. Today, I look at some of the people I knew in high school and what used to be similarities between us have now become differences. They have changed and so have I.

Today, thinking about those friends who I no longer speak to struck a nerve because of the memories we’ve had together. Fun times, conversations, inside jokes, and just plain old companionship are all hard to forget.

People change as they grow older, and with those changes comes a sort of friction. We lose touch with some people we meet in our lives, but we’ll meet many more who share our interests as well.

Today, I have a wonderful group of friends who appreciate me and we share the same interests. It feels as though old friends were never lost, they were simply replaced and upgraded. I’ve learned that no matter where we live or who we chose to be, there will always be people who identify with us and would like to know us a little better.

There is no anger in my heart or feelings of regret. I’m thankful for those I’ve met and the experiences and memories we’ve shared together. I’ve simply learned that people move on, for better or for worse. The most important thing is to be yourself. Life goes on. The sun still rises in the morning and sets in the evening, no matter what. Be you.