Thursday, March 28, 2013

Guest Blog Post by Wendy Knight











Welcome, Wendy Knight, author of Feudlings. She is guest blogging on my blog today. 

No fail cures for writers block (AKA: Cures for writers block that worked for me and may or may not work for you)

No fail cures for writers block (AKA: Cures for writers block that worked for me and may or may not work for you)

Thank you so much Marcia, for hosting me! I’m so grateful for all the support I’ve received from awesome friends and family!

So I was trying to come up with an awesome blog post, and my brain wasn’t cooperating. I thought, “This is totally writers block.” It wasn’t, it was just me being lazy, but it did give me something to write about! Some people say writers block doesn’t exist. Some say it does exist, but you can make it go away by writing through it. Personally, I think it does exist and it is your brain’s way of saying you need to recharge. So here’s some of my tips!

Sleep! I know a lot of writers really struggle with finding time to write, so they cut back on sleep because     it’s the only free time they get! I’m uber-guilty of this. But your brain realizes it needs the sleep, and it will lock down until it gets it. Sometimes, just a good night (or few good nights) rest will do wonders, and you’ll wake up with a sudden idea of where your story is going to go and an overwhelming urge to write. I  
love it when that happens.

Drive! This is my no-fail method. I drive, or, if it’s a big problem, I go on a road trip. I turn my music up super-loud and I drive and daydream and let my mind just bounce around my story. I always come back  ready to write, with new ideas. Although now that I’m reading this, I realize it might sound like I shouldn’t be allowed behind the steering wheel…

Garden! Or Dishes! Or basically any task that keeps your hands busy but lets your mind roam. I can’t very well sit and stare and do nothing while I think (well I could, but I’d look like very strange), but when I’m doing the dishes or gardening or dusting or, heaven forbid, cleaning bathrooms, I can let my mind wander, and letting it be free to think what it wants really helps me work through the problems and lets my brain recharge. AND I’m killing two birds with one stone! Wahoo for multi-tasking!



Nothing makes a new school suck worse than discovering the guy you’re in love with is your prophesied nemesis.

Ari is the most powerful flame-throwing sorceress ever, and her people’s last hope in an ancient war. But she’s also a seventeen-year-old girl, and in her free, not-hunting-nemesis times, she jumps from school to school, trying to figure out regular people her own age and pretending she’ll get the chance to graduate.

Shane lives a double life. He goes to school and masters the art of popularity, hiding the fact that he has a fate with a slim chance of his survival. He’s destined to end a 300 year-old war by killing or being killed. He knows he’s hunted by a powerful enemy who’s not afraid to die. Only problem? He has no idea who that enemy is.

When Ari shows up at Shane’s school, angry and sullen and determined to keep him at arm’s reach, neither of them realize they are supposed to be killing each other, not falling in love. Until Ari does realize it, and she almost dies – by Shane’s hand.


A little bit about Wendy: 
Wendy Knight was born and raised in Utah by a wonderful family who spoiled her rotten because she was the baby. Now she spends her time driving her husband crazy with her many eccentricities (no water after five, terror when faced with a live phone call, etcetera, etcetera). She also enjoys chasing her three adorable kids, playing tennis, watching football, reading, and hiking. Camping is also big: her family is slowly working toward a goal of seeing all the National Parks in the U.S.

You can usually find her with at least one Pepsi nearby, wearing ridiculously high heels for whatever the occasion may be. And if everything works out just right, she will also be writing.

An excerpt from Feudlings
“Shane, I’m tougher than I look. I can handle it,” she said, although she wasn’t sure she wanted to know any more about his magic than she already did. It could get him in trouble. But she couldn’t just leave it alone. Part of her wanted to know. Maybe the monster-killer part of her.
She squashed that thought.

Shane stopped, studied her. Under his intense blue gaze her heart started to pound and she thought giddily that her favorite color just happened to be the exact color of his eyes. What were the odds? “I’m serious, Ari. There’s this war going on, and knowing anything about it could get you killed.”
“Killed?” Ari tried to look dubious.

Shane glanced around and grabbed her hand, pulling her with him out the front doors. The air was crisp and cool; Ari could see traces of her breath. If Shane was aware that half the student population was watching them speed-walk into the woods, he didn’t show it, and after a final glance back Ari ignored them too.

When the school was out of sight, she stopped and pulled her hand away. “Okay Shane. Spill,” she commanded. She crossed her arms over her chest and tried to look cold. Normals would be cold right now, but because of the flames flowing through their blood, neither she nor Shane could feel it.

Shane sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “Where to start? Even the short version is long. We’re sorcerers, and there are two sides to this war… of course, because that’s what makes a war, right?” he rambled. Ari raised an eyebrow at him as she tried to shiver. “I’m a Carules. I have magic that stems from these blue flames that, well, they’re in my blood. Hunter, too. And all other Carules. The other side is Edren, and their magic comes from red flames. Basically, we spend all our time trying to kill each other. It’s a lot of fun,” he said with a bitter frown at the ground.

“So you hide your magic because if an Edren found you...”

“They’d kill me. Or try to, anyway,” Shane finished for her.

Ari flinched at his words, and she knew right then that if she had seen him on that battle field in Adlington, she wouldn’t have been able to kill him. Her eyes widened in shock, her mouth opened into a silent “Oh”, and her heart started to pound. This was a very, very dangerous revelation she’d just made to herself.
She had a weakness. And it was Shane.
  
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3 comments:

Wendy Jo said...

Thank you so much for having me!

Donna K. Weaver said...

I loved this book. A great read!

Marcia Mickelson said...

Thanks for blogging, Wendy. I totally agree about the driving thing. I came up with the complete summary of my book during a road trip. Those are great tips.