I can not imagine a world without books, and I love to read as much as I love to write. This page contains tips, thoughts, and some special features from time to time. Thank you for taking the time to stop by my blog.
Monday, July 16, 2012
A Writer's Drawing Board
There are a few things I have to constantly remind myself about writing. 1) It's good to have someone else read the work. 2) The someone else reading the work will have his or her own opinion of said work.
Sometimes criticism can hurt. Often, it leaves you asking yourself what in the world the person is talking about. You can have five different people read your work and receive five unique critical responses. This is where the thick skin a writer has to have comes in handy. Writers need to be thick skinned, sure, but we also must be willing to take the opinions of others into consideration.
I just finished reading a blog post about a multi-published writer who had a manuscript sent back asking for a completely different book. The author had to go back to the drawing board, as they say. That type of rejection must hurt in the worst way, but sometimes starting over can produce something greater. I can only imagine that it would be discouraging to be told "start over." I think instead of feeling discouraged about it, any author could see such a criticism as a challenge. Also, keep the rejected work, because it could be just what someone is looking for next time.
When rejection and harsh criticism hits, grab that drawing board and show it who's boss!
Happy writing!
Copyright (c) Emily D. Wood
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Wednesday, June 20, 2012
Writing Frustrations
It has been far too long between posts here. Upon graduating with my Bachelor's Degree, I was supposed to have tons more time to write. (Yeah, right!) I have found myself spending all of my spare time catching up on all of the things I neglected while I was in school. "What needs to be fixed? The screen door? Oh, well, I have homework. I'll do it after the semester is over." I have a to-do list twelve miles long thanks to "I'll do it after the semester is over."
My to-do list also seems to be infringing upon my creativity. I sit down to write something, and I get...nothing. I stare at the page just waiting for something to happen. I have not been able to get out and people-watch for ideas. Nor have I been able to go somewhere that will inspire. The stress of playing catch-up is severely hindering my creative process. I find myself feeling as though a pillow is covering and smothering my creativity.
So, what am I to do about this? The first thing I MUST do is get a handle on my to-do list. Sometimes stress seems to create a cloud that blocks out the creativity. I have to force myself to take a step back and relax. I need some "me time" that I can devote to inspiration. The life changes I am facing now are taking a toll on me as well, but "this too shall pass." I do often talk to God, and this does help. (No judgement here if you believe differently than I do of course.) As a writer, one of the worst challenges (for me) is writer's block. I am used to inspiration striking me and the words flowing out onto the page in a frenzy. Well the flow of words has hit a dam. I am trying to work through this so that I may get back on track.
What do you guys do when writer's block hits? What do you do to gain new inspiration?
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Monday, June 4, 2012
Writing from Pictures
Sometimes I find myself in situations where I am at a loss for inspiration. Luckily, there are tons of writing prompts out there to peruse through. I am finding the photo prompts to be incredibly interesting. Using pictures in order to create a story can open up so many ideas. I have noticed that a few of my blog friends have also used this exercise, and some have shared their stories. I have read suggestions about using this type of prompt ranging from flipping a magazine open to a random page, picking a picture, and writing about it to getting a random picture from a friend.
I am currently reading a book by Ransom Riggs called Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children in which he has taken collections of old photographs and created an entire story using them. The pictures are including within the story and incorporated in a unique way. The novel almost makes me want to go out and start hunting down old black and white pictures! The story is not what you expect it to be (in a good way), but Riggs has taken the pictures and used them in a way that makes the story seem real.
Writing from pictures gave me another idea as well. I love to "people watch." I find the adversity in the human race to be fascinating. I cannot always capture unique moments in photos, but I can capture them in my mind. If I can write from a picture, I can write from a memory. I suppose you could try to sneak pictures of people and situations, but getting caught could have soem adverse effects I'm sure. I try to carry a small notebook around with me to record my observations. I also take notes on my phone.
I think some really interesting stories can come from looking at pictures and real life observances. I am going to start seeing what kind of pictures and situations from which I can gain inspiration. I would also like to see what would happen if several people take the exact same picture and write a short story about it. I bet if you took five people, you would get five uniquely fun stories.
Have you ever used pictures as inspiration? What kind of stories have you been able to write from them?
Happy writing!
Copyright (c) Emily D. Wood
Photo Credit: Photl
Monday, May 21, 2012
Graduation!

I have been off the grid for a while with my approaching graduation. It finally got here! I finally have my diploma in hand! I officially have a B.S. in English with minors in Humanities and Business Administration. I can hardly believe it. Now, the common question is: what are your plans now? Hopefully graduate school! The next common question: what are you going to do with an English degree? Anything I want. LOL People just do not seem to realize the potential of someone with a degree in English. I can write, teach, work in an office, work in publishing, editing, etc. Most importantly, I can write no matter what job/career I have. Tonight's post is going to be brief. I just wanted to share my excitement. This graduation is the first rite of passage on my road toward my ultimate goal of becoming an English professor.
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Monday, May 7, 2012
Deep South Magazine 2012 Summer Reading List
I am excited to be able to share this!
Deep South Magazine has released the Summer Reading List for 2012. The list features some excellent choices in Southern Literature. Deep South Magazine has partnered with Better World Books for the reading list. Better World Books is based in Atlanta, Georgia and donates a book to someone in need every time you buy one. Check out Deep South Magazine's 2012 Summer Reading List in order to get a special one-time discount. Also, scroll to the bottom of the list to see how you can enter an awesome giveaway! This year's list features the books pictured above and a lot more! If you're looking for a few good books to dive into this summer, check this list out. This is a great place to get started!
Cover photos via: Deep South Magazine
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Monday, April 30, 2012
Official Release: Taste by Kate Evangelista
With the official release of Kate Evangelista's new novel, Taste. I am pleased and honored to be able to feature this wonderful achievement on my blog! View the Taste Book Trailer.
Taste Blurb:
At Barinkoff Academy, there's only one rule: no students on campus after curfew. Phoenix McKay soon finds out why when she is left behind at sunset. A group calling themselves night students threaten to taste her flesh until she is saved by a mysterious, alluring boy. With his pale skin, dark eyes, and mesmerizing voice, Demitri is both irresistible and impenetrable. He warns her to stay away from his dangerous world of flesh eaters. Unfortunately, the gorgeous and playful Luka has other plans.When Phoenix is caught between her physical and her emotional attraction, she becomes the keeper of a deadly secret that will rock the foundations of an ancient civilization living beneath Barinkoff Academy. Phoenix doesn’t realize until it is too late that the closer she gets to both Demitri and Luka the more she is plunging them all into a centuries old feud.
Author Bio:
When Kate Evangelista was told she had a knack for writing stories, she did the next best thing: entered medical school. After realizing she wasn't going to be the next Doogie Howser, M.D., Kate wandered into the Literature department of her university and never looked back. Today, she is in possession of a piece of paper that says to the world she owns a Literature degree. To make matters worse, she took Master's courses in creative writing. In the end, she realized to be a writer, none of what she had mattered. What really mattered? Writing. Plain and simple, honest to God, sitting in front of her computer, writing. Today, she has four completed Young Adult novels.
Author Website
Twitter: @KateEvangelista
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Taste
Excerpt
I mentally stomped on the
intimidation their perfection brought into my mind and said, “Excuse me.”
The group froze, startled by
my words. The girls had their brows raised and the boys stopped mid-speech,
mouths agape. They stared at me with eyes the shade of onyx stones.
I smiled and gave them a
little wave.
The boy a step ahead of the
rest recovered first. His stunning features went from shocked surprise to
intense interest. He reminded me of a hawk eyeing its prey. I gulped.
“A Day Student,” he said, his
eyes insolent and excited.
Something about the way he
said “Day Student” made my stomach flip. “Excuse me?”
They snickered. The boys
looked at each other while the girls continued to stare, muffling their
laughter by delicate hands. I seemed to be the butt of some joke.
“You broke the rule.” The
boy’s grin turned predatory.
The students formed a loose
semi-circle in front of me. My gaze darted from face to face. Hunger filled
their eyes. The image of lions about to chase down a gazelle came to mind. I
mentally shook my head. I was in the mountains not the Serengeti for crying out
loud.
I took a small step back and
cleared my throat. “Can any of you give me a ride back to the dorms?”
The boy wagged his forefinger
like a metronome. “Ah, that’s unfortunate for you.”
One of the girls pinched the
bridge of her nose. “Eli, you can’t possibly—”
“It’s forbidden, Eli,”
another boy interrupted, pronouncing the word “forbidden” like a curse.
The nervous murmur at the pit
of my stomach grew louder. Six against one. Not good odds. Instinct told me to
cut my losses and run. Bad enough I faced expulsion, now it seemed like weird,
beautiful people who’d suddenly appeared on campus wanted to beat me up. No,
scratch that. Judging from the way they studied me, beating me up wouldn’t
satisfy them. Something more primal prowled behind their looks.
I definitely wasn’t going
down without a fight. Years of self-defense and hand-to-hand combat classes had
me prepared. While other children from rich and important families got
bodyguards, I got defense training. But I think my father meant for my skills
to go up against potential kidnappers, not against other students who may or
may not be crazy. Oh God! Maybe I stepped into a parallel universe or something
when I reentered Barinkoff.
“None of the students are
supposed to be on campus,” I said. Then, realizing my mistake, I added, “Okay,
I know I’m not supposed to be here either. If one of you gives me a ride back
to the dorms, I won’t say anything about all this. Let’s pretend this never
happened. I didn’t see you, you didn’t see me.”
“We’re not ordinary
students,” Eli answered. “We’re the Night Students.”
He’d said “Night Students”
like the words were capitalized. I didn’t know Barinkoff held classes at night.
What was going on here?
Eli smiled with just one side
of his mouth and said to the group, “She’s right, no one will have to know.
We’re the only ones here. And it’s been so long, don’t you agree?”
The rest of them nodded
reluctantly.
“What’s been so long?” I challenged.
I fisted my hands, ready to put them up if any of them so much as twitched my
way.
“Since the taste of real
flesh passed through my lips,” Eli said. He came forward and took a whiff of me
then laughed when I cringed.
“Flesh.” Yep, parallel universe.
“Yes,” he said. “And yours
smells so fresh.”
Someone grabbed my shoulders
from behind and yanked me back before I could wrap my mind around the meaning
behind Eli’s words. In a blink, I found myself behind someone tall. Someone really
tall. And quite broad. And very male.
I realized he wore the same
clothes Eli and the other boys did. Not good. He was one of them. Although… I
cocked my head, raking my gaze over him. He seemed born to wear the uniform,
like he was the pattern everyone else was cut from. My eyes wandered to long,
layered, blue-black hair tied at the nape by a silk ribbon. Even in dim light,
his hair possessed a sheen akin to mercury.
I looked down. The boy’s long
fingers were wrapped around my wrist like a cuff. His fevered touch felt hotter
than human standards, hot enough to make me sweat like I was standing beside a
radiator but not hot enough to burn.
“I must be mistaken, Eli,”
the boy who held my arm said in a monotone. “Correct me. Did I hear you say you
wanted to taste the flesh of this
girl?”
A hush descended on us. It
had the hairs at the back of my neck rising. How was it possible for the
atmosphere to switch from threatening to dangerous? Unable to help myself, I
peeked around the new guy’s bulk. Eli and his friends bowed. They all had their
right hands on their chests.
“Demitri, I’m sure you
misheard me,” Eli said.
So the guy standing between
me and the person who said he’d wanted to taste me was named Demitri. I like
the sound of his name. Demitri. So strong, yet rolls off the tongue. Definite
yum factor.
“So, you imply I made a
mistake?” Demitri demanded.
“No!” Eli lifted his gaze. “I
did no such thing. I simply wanted to show the girl the consequences of
breaking curfew.”
“Hey!” I yelled. “Don’t talk
about me like I’m not here!”
Demitri ignored my protest
and continued to address Eli. “So, you threatened to taste her flesh.” His
fingers tightened their grip around my wrist. “In the interest of investigating
this matter further, I invoke the Silence.”
All six students gasped,
passing surprised glances at one another.
Before I could ask about what
was going on, Demitri yanked me down the hall toward the library. But why
there? Oh, maybe we were getting my things. No, wait, he couldn’t have known
about that. Everything was too confusing now.
Eli and the others didn’t try
to stop us when we passed them. Demitri’s cold command must have carried power.
Handsome and powerful, never a bad
combination on a guy.
We reached the heavy double
doors in seconds. He jerked one open effortlessly. I’d needed all my strength
just to squeeze through that same door earlier. To him, the thick wood might as
well have been cardboard. I raised an eyebrow and mentally listed the benefits
of going to gym class.
“Why are we here?” I asked
after my curiosity overpowered my worry. I’d almost forgotten how frightened
I’d been right before Demitri showed up. I wasn’t above accepting help from
strangers. Especially from gorgeous dark-haired strangers with hot hands and
wide shoulders.
Demitri kept going, tugging
me along, snaking his way deeper into the library. I had to take two steps for
every stride his legs made. I tried to stay directly behind him, praying we
didn’t slam into anything.
He stopped suddenly and I
collided with him. It felt like slamming into a wall.
“Hey,” I said, momentarily
stunned. “A little warning would be nice!”
He faced me, and I gasped.
His eyes resembled a starless night, deep and endless. Their intensity drilled
through me without pity, seeming to expose all my secrets. I felt naked and
flustered beneath his gaze.
“You could have died back
there,” he warned.
A lump of panic rebuilt
itself in my throat.
Thursday, April 19, 2012
Presenting a Paper: A New Experience
I recently had the privilege of being selected as one of the
presenters of a research paper at an Undergraduate Research Forum. I am
enrolled in a class that focuses on J.R.R. Tolkien, specifically on The Lord of the Rings. During class one night, a thought struck me. Why is the Ring not seen as a character? It never makes the "characters list." I found myself on a mission. I could not let the concept go. Tolkien is a master at making a lot of things feel alive in his work. I decided this would be the topic I would cover in my research paper for the class. I had no idea just how challenging this particular paper would be. Apparently no one has been talking about this situation very much. I checked our college databases. Nothing. I searched books in the library. Nothing. I did Google searches and Google Scholar searches. Nothing. Oh sure, I found plenty of articles, blogs, books, and websites devoted to Tolkien and his great work, but I did not find that a single one of these discussed the Ring specifically as a character. This is the point where I started to feel that tightness in my chest as I thought "Uh oh. What have I gotten myself into?" I am about as stubborn as they come, so I decided I was not going to let this paper beat me. I refused to change my mind about my topic even though a few people felt that it could not be done. There were enough people on the other side of this argument that were supportive and gave me the encouragement I needed to keep pushing through.
The concept of the Ring as a character rather than just an object seems so simple. I had no idea just how complex it would become. Thankfully, I had the foresight to begin my research early. I have been working on this topic since early February. The paper is finally finished now that it is late April. I had a breakthrough when I read Peter Kreeft's The Philosophy of Tolkien. I finally found someone who was looking at Tolkien from several different angles.
I had a tough time getting my thoughts organized. I had finally gathered all of my sources and was ready to write, but I had no clue where I was going with the topic. I am usually organized when it comes to writing my academic papers. This time I was like a balloon floating on the wind. No control. I do not like the feeling of having no control. Not one little bit. I pushed through and wrote a paper. Not the paper, but a paper. My ideas were all over the place, but the thoughts were there. I had the information I wanted, now I just had to put it together properly. Thank goodness for my professor. I sent my paper to him electronically, and he was gracious enough to look it over and help me figure out what to do with the information I had. He has also agreed to assist me in searching for periodicals/journals that might publish such a paper since there doesn't seem to be much out there about this topic.
The experience of presenting the paper to an audience and standing up there taking questions was a great benefit. Not only do you have to know your subject, you have to do a good job with the presentation. I also did a PowerPoint presentation as an oral presentation assignment for the class based on my paper. This gave me a second opportunity to present the information in a different way. I had to stand in front of the class, give my presentation, and take questions/comments from the class. The class had a lot more questions and comments than the audience I originally presented to. This situation was rewarding for me. I actually had people who said things like "I never thought of it that way."
I can definitely say that I am happy that I stuck it out and finished the paper and presentation. I have learned so much about the topic as well as what it is like to stand in front of a class and basically teach something. I have read where many authors will do readings of their works and get really nervous beforehand. It's amazing how you can stumble over words you have written yourself! Each time we get up in front of an audience, whether it be 2 people or 20, is a beneficial experience.
Happy writing both creatively and academically!
Photo by Emily D. Wood
Copyright (c) Emily D. Wood
The experience of presenting the paper to an audience and standing up there taking questions was a great benefit. Not only do you have to know your subject, you have to do a good job with the presentation. I also did a PowerPoint presentation as an oral presentation assignment for the class based on my paper. This gave me a second opportunity to present the information in a different way. I had to stand in front of the class, give my presentation, and take questions/comments from the class. The class had a lot more questions and comments than the audience I originally presented to. This situation was rewarding for me. I actually had people who said things like "I never thought of it that way."
I can definitely say that I am happy that I stuck it out and finished the paper and presentation. I have learned so much about the topic as well as what it is like to stand in front of a class and basically teach something. I have read where many authors will do readings of their works and get really nervous beforehand. It's amazing how you can stumble over words you have written yourself! Each time we get up in front of an audience, whether it be 2 people or 20, is a beneficial experience.
Happy writing both creatively and academically!
Photo by Emily D. Wood
Copyright (c) Emily D. Wood
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