Yes, I’m Somehow Getting Into a Bad Habit of Not Posting// A Little About My NaNo Novel

Guess who’s back? Here’s a hint- it’s meeee!

I don’t think you want to know what’s been up with me this December. I did only one other post and then went on another of my uninformed breaks and now it’s almost new year day. Well, I’ve been lazy and travelling and also reading quite a bit, so let’s just say I have all rights to be excused.

I had quite some time debating whether or not I should do this, but… let’s just say I’m going to grit my teeth and get over with it, okay?

TODAY, YOU WILL FIND OUT WHAT MY CURRENT WIP IS ABOUT.

And no, I’m not doing it this late because my novel is so epic that I want to be dramatic about it, it’s just that I was afraid everything would go wrong and my idea would be a total flop to the world.

I guess I’ll leave it for you to decide.

Without further ado, I present…

 

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temporary cover that took ages to make

 

The easiest way to tell you what this is about would be in a form of a questionnaire or something, right? And since it’s obviously REALLY late and everyone feels November was ages ago, you may not actually have bothered to think of these questions yourself. SO, as a special surprise, I’m asking them to myself!! I know I’m a genius.

Here goes nothing…

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This is a story of, among other things, courage of a different kind. It highlights the need for mental bravery, readiness to make shocking choices for the sake of not the greater good but for yourself. It is about deciding what you want to live- and die- for, when you know that the world cannot be changed in the time you have.

It as about war, and division, and relations, about learning to handle the unexpected turns life takes. It is about the simple joys of living, and most importantly, about discovering the true meaning of peace.

Synopsis

“Some things in life change people. Like war, I suppose.”

Eighteen-year-old Kestrel Mark’s carefree life along the borders of the proud country of Lieto begins to fade as rumors of war with its neighbor, Iskra, start spreading through the village. When consequences lead her to the capital of Rivercrest, her life intervenes with that of Bailey Harper, a friend she never intended to make. Together they take an insufferable decision, one which can rouse hope between the nations… or turn Kestrel into someone she never wanted to become.

A story of humanity, choices and war- both internal and external.

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Well, the confusing part is that most of my characters are girls, and I have no idea how I should be feeling about that. I mean, I personally don’t like too much of a gender in a book.

The point is, this story is brimming with females. The main character, whose POV the book is in, is Kestrel Mark (Mark is an acronym which you will never be able to decode *sniggers*). And then there are the other MCs, Bailey and Jasmine (who’s named after a stuffed toy… but that’s another story).

There are backstories behind how the three of them met. Jas is like Kestrel’s childhood friend and Bailey is someone she meets while training for war. And then there are Ketrel’s siblings. There’s the sister, Avery,  and the brother, Warner. And Sierra Blake, the trainer. And the old bookstore owner Mr Vellichor. Yeah, I had inspiration for the name.

There’s the president, Azalea Wolf, and the other president who doesn’t matter. There’s a certain Dave Unknown-Last-Name, a Mr McCartney and his weirdo son Sven. And there is Sven’s son, Riley. And there’s this guy who Mark nicknames Blondie and his kids Abriel and Conner. And there are other little characters who I have never named.

They’ve all got bits of me in them, they are blends of my own personality, a patchwork of things that are me and not me at the same time. But that’s for another day.

Here’s an aesthetic, just because I’m feeling good today-

 

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photo credit to the internet

 

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This is the best part! I love being able to ignore all the cringy bits and focus on what I love about this story for a change. They aren’t even that many, but that’s okay, I guess.

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>introducing mccartney<
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>priceless reaction<
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>dreaming of somewhere<
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>bedhead<
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>dinner blues<

Before I end, I want to thank each and every single one of you awesome people for sticking with me through my absence- thank you SO MUCH, guys! I hope to see you again soon, assuming that I manage to pull off the next post I have planned.

P.S: Be sure to visit TWW’s InkCraft Cover poll! Voting ends on January 10th 2018.

So over to you now… what do you think? *fingers crossed*

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Memories {A Story}

Once, there was a little house in our little town.

It was crooked and rusty, had quite a few dents on the roof and was ancient, and most supposedly, boring. The old lady who lived there was quite peculiar. Her smile was enthralling and no one could say why. When she spoke, no one could stop listening. But still, she was old. And in our town, old didn’t matter. Continue reading Memories {A Story}

The Flair Challenge #1

The Flair Challenge is a challenge. A pretty boring way to start, I know. Click this to know more.
So basically… some friends and I have jumble up words so that there is a wacky topic to write about. And our job is to try to make sense and a story based on the topic, and we have to be as creative as we can. Here it is, if you’d like to read what I put down. I’d like some suggestions too. Hee hee, wait till you find out what the topic is…


Topic: Bricks Sleep Stupidly 

Hi. My name is Brick. And I’m a brick. Well, bricks aren’t really good at naming. But otherwise, bricks are good at quite some things. They’re good at… despising themselves for being bricks. Aaugh, okay, I give up. I hate being a brick. And you know what? All bricks hate being bricks. And it ain’t surprising… bricks were made only for one reason. For those slimy-gloved builders to construct stuff. So all we bricks are no more than hardened blobs of clay and shale. I mean, who likes being that? Continue reading The Flair Challenge #1

Tidal Wave 4: Solace

Hello, all! I have some news for you. But let’s get done with the story first. Here’s a brush up.

“Hopefully a stay at the Coxes’ house, home to the most obnoxious people Sheri knows, won’t be as bad as we expect.”

Here we are… Tidal Wave 4!


“So you think we’re trying to trap you?” asked a furious Mr. White. “You think we intentionally decided upon getting you to a place you hate? IS THAT WHAT YOU THOUGHT?” Mr. White’s mood was getting worse by the moment. The siblings silently agreed that it was a bad idea to have told their dad about their thoughts. “Well, then listen. And listen with rapt attention, you hear me? We are not  going to be staying at the Cox house! DID YOU HEAR THAT LOUD AND CLEAR?” Mr. White hollered. Continue reading Tidal Wave 4: Solace

Vernacular Muddle

Hello there! Today I’m going to… well, maybe I won’t reveal it right now. Read till the end, my friend, and then try to guess what this was all about 🙂


In our area, an area that looked as calm as calmness, as serene as the sea, resided Bakaraj, one of the most promising policeman in the locality.

This is what got me confused. I, Sukhasana, read this over and over countless times. My father, who was a promising author, had a diary of his childhood, which I accepted with glee when he presented it to me. I am much of a vigorous reader, though I don’t like to endorse in happy-go-lucky fairy tales and more of such. I like action! I like suspense! And what I like most of all is getting surprised. I love it when something completely unexpected happens in a story. But looks like my dad’s life was as ordinary as any ordinary person’s, and he only just used much inflated language. So I got more and more bored as a page passed by.

I got such grand scores in our monthly examination that the teacher appreciated me twice each day, for more than a week. I was not very surprised. I still remember the time that I passed with 101% in English thanks to the immense favour the examiner had laid upon me. Continue reading Vernacular Muddle

Tidal Wave 2: Bintan Island

Here’s a little recap from part 1:

He had just found out that he had been wearing a lifesaver on the day he began to hate the sea.

Ready to read?


Mr. White behaved strangely after breakfast. If anyone spoke to him he would grin, he would stay engrossed in his thoughts, which was not very usual for him. He also asked Won who had given him a lifesaver. Won was ready with the tale. Continue reading Tidal Wave 2: Bintan Island

Tidal Wave 1: The Whites

Ah, the sea, what a wonderful place to relax with a book or go surfing or build sandcastles or sunbathe or go on cruises… in short words, it was the best place to be. That was exactly what the White siblings, Won, Sheri and Benny thought. But, very unfortunately, their parents, Mr. and Mrs. White, thought nowhere close to adoring those high tides. They’d been unfortunate enough to almost drown on a day Mrs. White had been seasick, so they were downright nasty to anyone who loved the sea. The children weren’t treated like that, though. Not by their mother, in the least. The father was a little bulky, had a prized moustache and a light beard. The mother was slim and blonde, very pretty, but had a big wart on her forehead which she Continue reading Tidal Wave 1: The Whites