Writing Q&A — Answers

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Behold — at long last, the answers to the Q&A I’m doing with AnonymousA! Make sure to check her blog today for another Q&A post.

What is your favorite genre to write?
L: I like writing fantasy and adventure.
A: Same as Loren, although I’ve tried my hand at historical fiction.

What is your biggest writing pet peeve?
L: When all my characters have the same way of speaking. It’s hard to give them all their own voice.
A: When I put ‘Although,” too much. It just makes me feel wrong.

What is your writing process? When you get an idea, what do you do first?
L: If I don’t forget the idea, I’ll think about it for awhile, then write the first few paragraphs in a notebook. Then I’ll flesh out the characters and come up with some plot points. If I still like the idea, I’ll keep adding on to the story in my notebook. It’s only if I like the idea a lot that I’ll start writing it on the computer.
A: I’ll think about it. A lot. Eventually, If I like it enough, sure, I’ll write something down. Maybe just the plot, or one character. Eventually, I’ve learned enough about it that I just have to make it a full novel.

What (to you) is the most important thing about writing?
L: Believe in your story. Love your characters. Write the story that you want to read. Because if you don’t love your book, why would anyone else?
A: Try to write the story your characters and readers deserve. Tell the story God tells you to.

When did you start writing?
L: I never liked writing until I took my first IEW class in third or fourth grade. At first we wrote papers, but them we progressed to a creative writing unit. I loved crafting words and characters, and I sort of took off from there.
A: When I was about 6 years old, I realized that the lovely Erin Hunter team… their job was making up stories about animals. I was hooked. I wrote a story, then another, then another.

Why did you start writing?
L: Just because I enjoyed it, really. It was a hobby.
A: Because I… well, I wanted to.

Did anyone encourage you when you started writing?
L: Well, there was my IEW teacher and my mom. And then my best friends got into writing, and we encouraged each other.
A: My friends, my mom and dad, my grandparents, and my family’s pediatrician.

Have you ever felt like you don’t wanna write some days?
L: YES. All the time. When that happens, I read over what I’ve already written and edit. That usually gets me going.
A: Like, maybe, every other day?

Do you like to write stories, or poems better?
L: Stories. I’m really no good at poetry.
A:I’ll write either.

Do you believe in unicorns?
L: Well, no, but that doesn’t stop me from daydreaming and writing about them.
A: Hmm… not exactly, I’d just like to. That won’t stop me from dreaming, though.

Have you ever met a tan Telepathic unicorn with a dark brown mane and tail and blue eyes with specks of orange named Cody?
L: H-how did you know?!
A: Why?! Is he yours?!

Um, have you ever written a novel?
L: I’ve never completed one of my novels, but I’m getting there.
A: Yes, but they’re not fully edited yet. I hate editing.

Have you tried ‘Write or Die’ before?
L: Um, no. I’ve never even heard of it, actually.
A: What is that?! Will it kill me if I fail?

What’s your favorite uncommon girl’s name?
L: My name. Duh. *flips hair* JK, I like Amara, Xena, Calista, Fae, and Azalea.
A: Xylla. Or Clothildis.

Would you rather ride a purple sparkly unicorn or fly a brown Pegasus?
L: Ooh, the Pegasus. :)
A: Pegasus. Obviously. *thinks of Rainbow Dash*

Favorite strange food?
L: idk, I’m not very good at trying new foods. Actually (though I guess this isn’t very strange), potato candy is good.
A: Uh… Uh……. I think bananas are pretty strange. They’re long and yellow.

How do you manage to die so often?

Why are the blue cats better than the green cats and why do the orange cats rule over Cupcake Mountain?? XD
L: *puts on glasses* *cracks knuckles* The blue cats are superior to the green cats because of the color of their coat; blue beats green, and that’s a fact. However, orange is the color of Camp Half-Blood shirts, making the orange cats greater than even the blue felines. And that is why they rule over Cupcake Mountain.

A: The blue cats are better than the green cats because blue is the color of Ravenclaw and green is that of Slytherin, and Ravenclaw is way better than Slytherin. However, orange is the color of Camp Half-Blood and creamsicle, which makes it even better. Thus, orange rules over the Mountain of Cupcakes.

Do you have a favorite joke or riddle?
L: I’ve got three:
1. Q: Donald Trump and Hilary Clinton are in a plane, but it crashes. Who survives? A: America.
2. Have you heard about the movie Constipation? It never came out.
3. Q: Why can’t Sally stay on the swing? A: She has no arms.
Knock knock.
Who’s there?
Not Sally.

A: I’ve got a few:
1. I’d love to make a Star Wars pun, but I wouldn’t wanna force it.
2. Han Solo goes back in time and sees his younger self. Then you have a Han Duet.
3. Knock knock knock knock knock. Who’s there? General Grievous.
Do you make puns often?
L:Yeah. They’re not very good puns, but I say them anyway.
A:Yes, but they are all terrible. XD

Thanks for reading!


Writing Q&A With AnonymousA — Ask Questions Now!

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Taken from AA’s blog and slightly modified . . .

AnonymousA and I are doing a Q&A post swap! We need you guys to comment your questions about writing on my blog or AA’s. When we feel like we have enough, we’ll each do a guest post on the other’s blog.
You can ask questions about our specific writings or just questions about writing in general. You can ask about writing camps, prompts, NaNo, anything. We’re excited to share our thoughts and tips with you!
Get commenting!

From Smelly Socks to Evolution — Post Swap With Hayley

Hi! Hayley and I have been working on a post swap for awhile now. The idea was that we would each write an essay, send it to the other girl, and then post the essay we received on our blog. Hayley’s essay is about spontaneous generation, while mine is about the colossal squid (read it HERE, on Flourishing by Restful Falls).

Like I said, Hayley’s essay is about spontaneous generation, a false scientific theory. And, to be honest, I had no idea what spontaneous generation was until I read this!

From Smelly Socks to Evolution

This week in science I’m working with Chemistry. And you know? It’s really hard.

So I can’t even imagine being smart enough to not alone understand these things

but to discover them! One really smart chemist, named Robert Boyle, said

scientists should “give glory to the one who authored nature.” Wouldn’t it be great

if scientists in this age would believe this? In the end, only one source is 100%

reliable, and it’s not science, because science is limited, experiments might be

flawed, and when scientists want badly to believe their theories they push them

into areas where they have little or no knowledge.


Scientists don’t understand every detail of creation, so why do most people think

science is infallible? Scientists are limited; They’re real people, no super heroes,

and they definitely make mistakes. They’re human, so we can’t expect them to

know everything. (Did you know that the brilliant Albert Einstein occasionally

asked his wife for help with his math? It’s true.) Aristotle, for example, a

philosopher who lived in ancient Greece, made a pretty big mistake that scientists

believed for thousands of years. In fact, some people still believe it today. You see,

Aristotle observed one day that that maggots would appear on decaying meat that

had been sitting out for a couple of days. After the observation, Aristotle wrote a

hypothesis that stated living maggots can be formed from non-living meat. He

called his theory “spontaneous generation,” which means life can be formed from

non-living substances. He started noticing what he thought were examples of

spontaneous generation all around him. One example? Eels smell like the ooze you

would find at the bottom of the river, so they must have formed from the ooze.

Naturally, today, we think this is silly, but people actually believed it.


It turns out, people naively believed in spontaneous generation for more than 1,900

years, because all the experiments seemed to support it. But experiments might be

flawed. For example, a scientist in the mid 1600s named Jean Baptist van Helmont

“proved” spontaneous generation by placing a sweaty shirt in a closed wooden

box. Every time he performed the flawed experiment he would discover an

enterprising mouse gnawing out of the box around the 20th day. After a while,

everybody thought mice could spontaneously form out of a sweaty shirt. In fact, so

many experiments “proved” the theory that it became a scientific law. (Did you

read that? A scientific law stated that sweaty clothes give birth to mice.) Around

the same time, another scientist, Francesco Redi, decided to dispute the smelly

experiment, explaining that Helmont had no way of knowing if the mice had

gnawed into the box or out of it. When he wisely executed his own experiment, he

inserted meat into a sealed jar. No maggots appeared.


Once spontaneous generation was proven to be a flawed theory, many scientists

contended that maybe it was happening in microorganisms that no one could see.

But within just a few hundred years, thanks to powerful microscopes, scientists

observed the tiny things, and again, spontaneous generation was disproved. (Louis

Pasteur did that well, if you wanna learn more about his experiment, you should

Google it.) So then did science finally abandon the idea of spontaneous generation?

Surprisingly, they didn’t; man are these people stubborn! You see, today scientists

believe in abiogenesis. Abiogenesis is the idea that long ago very simple life forms

spontaneously appeared through chemical reactions. Do you see what they did

there? When Louis Pasteur demonstrated that microorganisms couldn’t just appear

in non-living substances, scientists argued that maybe some unknown life form

might have spontaneously generated from some unknown chemicals at some

unknown time long, long, long ago. So basically, the theory of evolution (which

requires a belief in abiogenesis) is the result of stubborn scientists holding onto the

idea of spontaneous generation long after it’s been disproven, by saying it

happened so long ago that no one can actually test the theory.


Do you still think scientists know everything? If so, you really haven’t been paying

attention. ‘Cause sometimes scientists (whom we rely on way too much) can be

really nonsensical. And let me tell you, there is only one person who we can put

our total trust in. It’s not a scientist or a human being at all. It’s God.


So this is my point: scientists are not all-knowing, their experiments aren’t always

infallible, and they thrust their ideas into an area where they have little or no

knowledge when they want people to trust them. So if you want to know the truth,

read the Bible. It will give you all the information you’d ever want to know. And

it’s all the truth. Every single word in the Bible is truth. If you wanna know how

the world began, read the Bible, because, although scientists are smart, they

weren’t there when the world was created—God was.


Hayley did a great job, didn’t she? That part about the eels was pretty unbelievable — which I guess is the point. ;)

Make sure to check out Hayley’s blog to read my essay about colossal squid!


P.S. I reached 120 followers! Yippee! Expect that book giveaway in the near future. ;)

How to Create a Fantasy World — Collab

Hey, guys!

I’m doing a collab with the lovely Josie from Josie on the Go. Our collab is about how to create a fantasy world. (See Josie’s part HERE.)

How to Create a Fantasy World

^picture by Josie^

1. Inhabitants

As Josie put it, “Different worlds mean different people who live in them.” In our world, not everyone looks alike, and in your world, the inhabitants shouldn’t all look the same, either (unless that’s an important part of the story, of course). Think about it: there are many types of people in the world, and they all look so different from each other. They all have unique traits that make them stand out from the rest of Earth’s inhabitants.

2. Locations

One of the perks of writing: creating places that can’t exist in real life. You can create a world were it snows all the time (like Narnia in The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe), or a city on the bottom of the ocean. Give your locations memorable names and a fascinating landmark or two, and make the inhabitants unique, like I mentioned in point one.

3. Cultures

Every country has it’s own cultures and customs. Your fantasy world shouldn’t be any different! Try looking up different cultures or traditions and tweaking them to fit your story.

4. Magic

Magic plays a huge part in many fantasy stories. Let’s say that in your world, everyone is born with an elemental power. How does this effect the citizens’ daily life? Do they have classes at school dedicated to mastering their powers? Are people separated into districts according to what power they have?

5. Government

Without a government, your fantasy world will fall into disarray. The most common type of government in fantasy stories is monarchy, which means that a king or queen rules over the land. You know what that means: princesses! But there are many different types of fascinating governments, like oligarchy, dictatorship, etc., which could help shape your world.


Make sure to check out Josie’s part HERE.

 What do you keep in mind when creating a fantasy world? Share your tips in the comments!


WordCrafters: the Story Chain | My Chapter

Two posts in one day? What? Well, I was just so excited to post this that I didn’t want to wait another day. ;)

I’m participating in WordCrafters, a group writing project hosted by Allison @ A Farm Girl’s Life and Josie @ Josie on the Go. The bloggers that signed up each get to write one chapter to add to the story, and now it’s my turn to write!

You can see all of the chapters written so far HERE.


Jacob Husty turned in a slow circle, taking in the surroundings: the dusty yellow road, the clear blue sky, and the endless fields of swaying wheat stretching to the horizon. He kicked the path with his muddy boots, asking, “What’s the deal with the road?”

      “It’s the Yellow Brick Road. From the Wizard of Oz.”

      Jacob stared at Alalia blankly.

      She sighed. “You don’t know much about fairy tales, do you? That’s a shame, because literally everything in this world is straight from a storybook.” Alalia tugged her fingers through her tangled hair, trudging down the road.

      Jacob ran after her. “I don’t know much about fairy tales, but that doesn’t bother me, because they’re for kids,” he sneered. He payed no attention to Alalia’s gasp of outrage, continuing, “But I do know this: you had a red cloak. It got caught up in that weird green mist, and I got a look at it then. This is going to sound weird, but . . . are you Little Red Riding Hood?”

     She stopped walking and spun around with her hands on her hips. “I’m not Red Riding Hood –” Alalia started to say, but she was cut short by a gasp. What was he wearing?

     Jacob, who had formerly been clothed in faded jeans, a gray T-shirt, and a tough-looking leather jacket, was now dressed in something absurd. Something ridiculous. He wore a three-cornered hat , an elaborate red jacket adorned in buttons and golden trim, and black breeches. A sheathed sword was strapped to a thick belt around his waist. And on top of the weirdness of Jacob’s comical getup, the world was melting away around them in a flurry of swirling colors. It looked like water had been splashed on a wet painting, making the colors run and mix together. The next thing Alalia knew, they were treading water in a warm tropical ocean.

      Jacob spit out a stream of saltwater. “Where are we?” he gasped, clapping a hand on top of his hat to keep it in place.

      Alalia rubbed her eyes, shaking her head. Off to their left was a crescent-shaped strip of sandy land covered in palm trees. The land rose up to a peak in the distance. On their left was a proud ship anchored in the water.

      Alalia’s fingers fluttered up to her head in order to sweep her dripping hair out of her face. She was shocked to find that her chocolate hair had been woven into a loose braid that streamed out in the water behind her. Her ragged crimson dress had been replaced with a simple knee-length one. It was made of cream-colored fabric, and had long, billowing sleeves. Her feet were weighed down by tall boots made of dark brown leather.  “What –?” she murmured.

      Jacob pointed toward the ship. “Let’s swim toward it,” he suggested, falling into a laid-back front crawl.

      Alalia Celinette was about to swim after him when she spotted the ship’s flag.

      It had a black background, with a white skull on it. Two bones formed an X behind the skull.

      The Jolly Roger.

      “Jacob, wait!” she cried, propelling herself toward him and grabbing his arm. She lowered her voice to a whisper. “That’s a pirate ship.”


      “No, not cool!” she hissed. “Totally not cool. Before we do anything stupid — like boarding a pirate ship — let’s look at our options. And try to figure out how we got from Oz to . . . wherever we are now.”

      Jacob rolled his eyes . “Option One,” he huffed impatiently, “is swimming toward that ship and meeting pirates. Option Two:  swimming to land and doing something lame. Option Three: not doing anything and then drowning.” He waved one hand above his head like an over-eager student with the right answer. “Ooh, ooh, I vote for Option One! Now let’s go!”

      “Jacob Husty!” Alalia shouted fiercely. Once she’d gotten his attention with some more yelling, she said, “We need to figure out how we got here, in the middle of the ocean, in these crazy pirate outfits.”

      Jacob bit his lip. “Uh, well . . .,” he began in a halting way, “right before that weird  help-the-world-is-melting thing, I was kinda thinking about pirates. Yeah.”

      Alalia’s eyes sparkled with understanding. Back when this whole adventure had started, when she’d been skipping down the path in the forest, she’d felt like Little Red Riding Hood. And what had happened next? She’d suddenly found herself swinging a basket and wearing a thick scarlet cloak. Then Jacob had been thinking about pirates, and they’d found themselves treading water in sight of a ship flying the Jolly Roger. It couldn’t be a coincidence.

      This world responded to their imaginations.

      “Avast, ye scallywags!” someone on the ship bellowed. “Look at this. Thar are two drownin’ rats out thar!”

      Pirates pressed up against the ship’s rails, peering in the direction of Alalia and Jacob.

      “Set sail, mates!” a pirate with a fancy red hat (probably the captain) ordered. He waved a cruel, glistening hook at them. “Let’s get ourselves some prisoners.”

      “I think now might be a good time for Option Two!” gulped Jacob, striking out for land.


I hoped you enjoyed my chapter! I had a lot of fun writing it.


I smacked my head on a branch when I was playing with my brother in the snow, and now my eyelid is swelling up. UGH.