Sunday, December 28, 2008

A link to the book website.

http://www.freewebs.com/landofmolior/index.htm

A very small page I started long time ago, but it is a beginning.

My Story

Burdened since birth, after a lifetime of trauma and plagued with haunting visions of children that could never be hers, the real challenge began as Somer Brisko is taken to the Land of Molior; her role in a horrific fable is revealed.


Thrown into a hostile environment without warning, Somer must survive as her reality collapses. Her unconscious body lies waiting to be discovered in the real world, the new Somer emerges in a strange land, full of breath-taking magic and terrifying creatures. Could the visions that had been driving her insane, now be considered a sign? She wonders now while standing before the enormous castle gates to the City of Molior. Two weeks ago, Somer would have laughed at the idea of having children now, but as her new companion named Krojac, whom looked very much like a frog, escorted her to see his King, Somer was not certain of anything.


A work of fantasy fiction, "Molior: Maiden of the Song" is my first completed novel. Took me nearly two years with first draft and rewrite to finish a version I am happy with. I have certainly enjoyed putting my thoughts onto paper and working out all the details. Looking forward to some feedback and critique from my readers.

Wednesday, December 24, 2008

Why write

I didn't go through school, wanting to be a writer. Far from it. When I finished high school, the last thing I ever wanted to do was begin trying to figure out all the rules of grammar. I still haven't figured them all out but I am trying.

Why do I write? Most people tell me "Oh I could never sit that long and write that much" or "I'd never be able to keep everything straight and get it right on paper." The answer I normally give them is, you spend more time at the computer than I do, and I keep notes. Personally I've always loved telling stories and I'm probably guilty of embellishing a few of them. So it occured to me one sunny day that I should write down a story that had been developing in my head for some time. Much to my surprise I enjoyed writing the worse story I ever read. Unfortunately, it was my story but regardless I had fun creating it. I've buried that story and hope it never resurfaces, but now I'm inbetween novels and finding it hard to not dive right into the second book, immediately. I love the process of working out all that will happen, not preplanning just allowing the characters to work out their fates as we go along. I may plan ahead a little, but aside for the main overall theme of the story, your guess is as good as mine as to what will happen in the next story. I really don't know yet, it hasn't happened in my head. When I get to that point, the thrill comes in watching it unfold and putting in onto paper the best way I know how. I am still new at this, and far from successful at story-telling but it has already provided some memorable moments.

So why do I write? There isn't a real reason why I love to make stories up, but my best reasoning would be, that I love to watch someone reading my book. Each emotion, each facial expression it makes it all worth while. I realize that if I do become published, the likely hood of ever watching a reader dive into my story is slim to none, however I would like to think someone out there would enjoy reading my stories. Enjoy the world created and the young woman traveling through it. Enjoying what I have put onto paper for all to see.

Monday, December 22, 2008

First Timer

Firstly, I am Aaron. One of the millions aspiring to be an author, so this post should come as no surprise. I've completed my first novel and seek the all elusive agent that is right for me. Really I would skip all this and write for the fun of it, because that is what I truly love. Sitting down and creating a tale for others to enjoy. Yet if I don't persevere who will actually enjoy what I spin on paper, aside from my friends and loved ones? So the dilemma, I dislike preparing these synopsis, these outlines, basically everything except for the act of writing. Guessing I should just clam up and do what needs to be done, yet I've got a job that pays the bills, so when does this grow beyond the hobby and takes over everything? I wanted to send out a packet to Tor publishing this December, but it never happened. I didn't forget about it, but the month has slipped by so fast. I also wanted to send a query to BookEnds, but that did not happen either. Can one procrastinate long enough, that their lives slips away without noticing it even happened? Maybe that's why most famous authors are dead, before they're famous...

Maybe i've made a mistake, but I don't think so. There are so few things that happen in my life that I can say for certain it was the right move and writing is among a short list that I can claim without hesitation. I may never become a published success or as the woman I love very much often tells me "It will happen when you least expect it" and I'm fairly certain she is correct, because I don't ever expect it to happen. That doesn't mean I plan on giving up on writing, far from it, but it means I'd rather keep writing on the second novel and ignore the finished work sitting on my desk. The easy part is done, with the story on printed paper, however I can't find a single word needed when it comes to what is needed to help me, get that work into the light of day. Guessing it is why i'm told you cannot win the lottery without purchasing a ticket first.