Friday, November 18, 2011

Difficult Decisions: What's in a Name?

I would not call myself an indecisive person. Sure, I'll take hours at the bookstore because I want to make sure I'm not wasting my money on a book I'm not going to like. Yeah, I take a while when buying makeup because I want to compare prices and the quality of what I'm getting. But when it comes to important decisions, I may take my time to make the choice, but once I do, I do not waver. I hold on to the idea and carry it forward to fruition, no matter the cost.

But that's in my every day life. In my life as a writer, I make difficult decisions every time I create a character. One of the hardest decisions to make when creating a character is a name.

So much can be said about a person by their name. My name is Alison, and to me that is a very proper, sophisticated name. Of course, my nickname is Ali, and to me that sounds a bit childish and fun. When I'm in a formal setting, I prefer Alison. When I'm chilling at home with friends or family, Ali is usually more comfortable.

When creating a name for my characters, I take into account their appearance, their personalities, and what I want to be percieved by their name. I'll use 2 of my favorite characters as examples.

Briste is a character I created in 2004 with the help of two of my best friends, Shelley and Grady. In this instance, the character was brought to life because of the name. When I was 15 I got really into the idea of learning Irish Gaelic. Well, let me tell yah, that's one of the most difficult languages to learn (in my opinon) because nothing looks the way it sounds. I realize that's how it is for a lot of languages, but my word! Anyway, I was on the Google translator and wanted to know what the word for "broken" was in Gaelic. The word "briste" popped up. I do not know how to pronounce this word to the day,  but I thought that it would be a beautiful name for a girl, and I would pronounce it Bris-tee.

So, with a name that essentially means "broken" what kind of person is Briste? At first, Briste was a half angel half vampire. I figured it'd be an interesting play on her name, but as I grew older and more mature in my characterization, I realized that was incredibly cheesy. So instead, I made her a half witch, half vampire with an incredibly complicated life. I won't give away too much about her character simply because I haven't written the books yet, but from this name spawned an entire person. I know what kind of jokes she likes, what food she eats, to what religion she follows. I know everything about Briste, and it all started from her name.

Another character of mine from the Briste series actually had no name for a very long time. He wasn't in my original idea, nor my second draft of the idea. He came about after I watched the movie From Hell with Johnny Depp and I thought, "Johnny Depp would be an amazing vampire." I still think this is true, though I no longer associate my character with Johnny Depp's looks. He has taken on a whole new persona in the few years since he's been created.

First came his looks. Like I said, I thought Johnny Depp would have been a wonderful vampire and pictured him with long hair, mustache and beard, and tall and lanky. I always pictured him surrounded by people in a dark red room. I don't know why. At first, he was a villian. He was the enemy of the witches, and at the time, the witches were my heroes. But then I started delving deeper into his character, and everything about him changed. Suddenly, he was a vampire that had been changed against his will during the time of the Spanish Inquisition. He made two friends that he trusted along the way, another Spaniard vampire named Gabriel (I loved the angel's name, even if I didn't want to use angels in my story anymore) and an Egyptian vampire named Hamon. Sometime in their far distant future, Gabriel would fall in love with a witch and they would create a child: Briste. This is when my unknown vampire was given a name: Dominic De La Cruz, his surname meaing "of the cross" and he's in a battle with himself about whether or not he will be accepted into heaven, even though he's a blood drinker. I know, that part is a little bit Twilight esque, but I promise, I didn't steal it from that. This character took on a personality of his own and basically told me his story, not the other way around.

I know naming a character doesn't quite seem like a difficult decision to most people, but most people aren't trying to create a whole person on paper. Once you've invested so much of yourself into creating someone, you won't take for granted the importance of a name.

Alison



Wednesday, November 9, 2011

The Advice of Captain Obvious




Because I read too much into these types of things, I've been contemplating this weeks blog topic since Monday and wondering about what I should write about. Of course, I had to make it complicated and try to find something profound to write about instead of sticking to something easy like...uh...okay, when it comes to me, nothing is ever easy, so I guess that was over before it even began.

I digress.

In attempts of trying to figure out what to write about, I read some of my old journal entries and various blog posts from different sites, and I've come to a conclusion: I wish I knew as much now, at 23 (in 6 days!), as I did when I was 16. Boy, I thought I had it all figured out. I was so clueless, and yet I felt like I was so informed. Ha. Isn't it amazing what 7 years and lots of trials and tribulations will do for the completion of the soul?

When I was younger, I thought I had the answer to everything. It was a horrific day when I came to the realization that I don't even know half the questions yet.  It doesn't matter how grown you are, you will never know everything. Tough.

I remember when I thought a broken heart was the worst feeling in the world. I learned quickly that there is indeed something worse: being the person who inflicts another person with a broken heart. I remember that sting, that ache left from the empty spot in  my chest. The fact that I know I've done that to someone else makes me sick to my stomach. How could I, when I knew how badly it hurt? And you know what hurts even worse than being the heart breaker? Knowing that you literally had no other option other than doing the breaking. You scramble, trying to figure out how to avoid it, but you can't. In a breakup/death/ending of a friendship, someone is moving on and someone is being left behind. I've been both of those people (except for the whole dying thing, haven't done that yet and don't plan on it for a while **knocks on wood**), and it sucks, plain and simple.

I also remember thinking that if someone beaks up with you, someone had to have done something wrong. Either he left me for another girl (I'm not gonna lie, that's happened to me a few times and it was not fun, let me tell ya) or there was something wrong with me. Guess what? Sometimes relationships just don't work out. It doesn't have to be anybodies fault. Most of the time, you can split the blame right down the middle. It is absolutely okay to realize that maybe that person isn't who you're meant to be with at that time in your life, maybe ever. It is so much better to simply bow out gracefully than possibly lose someone that could have, and probably should have, been your very best friend later on.

I have also learned that (and I'm still guilty of this, mind) I like to complicate things. This blog is proof. I don't think I am ever truly satisfied unless I'm struggling with something. So much of who I am is wrapped up in this constant internal conflict with myself. I can never just let things be simple. Nothing can ever be easy. If it's easy, it can't be real. If it comes as simple as breathing, there has to be a catch. I know, I'm incredibly weird and I'm working on it.

And so, in the spirit of being "simple", I am going to post a list of random facts about myself. Enjoy guys!

Disturbed is the best band ever! 
My favorite color is cerulean, but I love wearing purple and green
I adore Applejacks and baked potatoes
I still secretly listen to Backstreet Boys
My first heartbreak happened at 16
One day one of my books will be on your shelf
I took singing lessons for 3 years, but I am stage fright inclined
My secret aspiration is to be somebodies hero
I have an accent
I'm also Captain Obvious
I like eating spaghetti at midnight
I'm not as clumsy as I appear, I just like to make people laugh
Don't yell at me because I promise, I'm louder than you
I live in the world of imagination and no cell phone service
I think real courage is hard to find these days
The longest I've slept is 18 hours
I am not your typical catty female
I'm small, but I have a mean right hook
Don't underestimate me, my resolve will be your downfall
No one puts baby in the corner!
Good manners will go far with me
So will a sense of humor
I’m not a vengeful person but I do believe in Karma.
I have the temper of a sinner and the patience of a Saint.
Second chances must be earned and this ain’t baseball son!
If you lie to me I'll forgive you, but I'll never forget
And I'll make sure you never forget either
I'm not easily intimidated, but feel free to try
I still wish on every shooting star I see
I have no use for a coward
I do not scare easily
I daydream out loud because I feel like dreams should be shared
I forgive you


Well ladies and gents, that's all she wrote for tonight! Remember, as the great Dolly Parton said in the movie Steel Magnolias, "Smile! It increases your face value!"

Alison


Sunday, November 6, 2011

National Novel Writing Month

 I do not believe in coincidences, and so I do not think that the month I was born in was dubbed National Novel Writing Month. The gist of it is: in 30 days, write 50,000 words on a new project!

I've never participated in NaNo, but I'm gonna give it a try this year. I am starting late, so I'll go into December to give myself the full 30 days. I read the blog of one of my favorite authors Amelia Atwater-Rhodes, and she participates just about every year. If it works for her, maybe it'll work for me. I'm gonna cheat though and use this as a chance to maybe actually finish a novel!

I don't know why I am so mentally blocked when it comes to finishing a novel. I have been writing since I was in the 4th grade. I've always known it was what I was meant to do. God gave me a talent for words---a birthright gift, as Dr. Amy Alexander would say---(Jess, I put the dashes in for you. I'm trying them out.), but I think I'm just scared.

I know, that doesn't make sense. Who's scared of finishing a novel? It's not like it's gonna bite yah! Well, I think I'm scared of finishing it, sending it off, and it never getting published. Like, what if this isn't my calling? What if I'm not good enough? What if I'm actually a horrid writer and everyone has just been being nice to me for 13 years??!?!?!?!?! It'd be my worse nightmare made reality.

Now before anyone chastises me, I know that's a ridiculous fear, but you gotta admit that it has merit. I mean, aren't you scared of something like that? Writing is not just what I do, it's a part of who I am. The characters I've created, I know them like they are my friends. I know what they would do in any given situation. I even know what some of them would eat for breakfast. Stories are my way of saying the things I can't say in real life. I pride myself as being someone who speaks her mind no matter what anyone has to say about it, but some things you can't put into simple sentences. Some things you have to create a whole story to get one point across. I want to make a difference in someones life, like my favorite writers have made a difference in mine. I want someone to find Truth, Hope, Faith, and Love in my words. I want someone to find God in my words. I want to be able to give someone a glimpse into my head and heart through pictures I paint with what I say. I want someone to see...me.

 It usually starts with a song. Every time I have started a new project, it has been a song that has taken me there. It also usually happens while I'm driving. Something about the road helps make a scene unfold before my eyes, and the lyrics drive what I see. My story called Morgan Road started with the song "Everything is You" by the Eli Young Band. When I listen to the beginning part of that song, I always pictured a man with haunted eyes driving toward some destination, him thinking about a woman who left him far behind. When I heard the song "November" by Lindsay Ray Spurlock, I saw flashes of different scenes. I saw a handsome guy in a green dress shirt. I saw a different young guy playing guitar. I saw a girl standing in front of a headstone. And when I hear the song "Twisted Transistor" by Korn, I see two young girls dressed in black walking down a hill into a club filled with people.

I was born to be a writer, but I'm scared I'll never make a living at what I love. I really hope I find my fear unfounded.