WISHFUL THINKING

Remember me? How are you, dear follower? Drop me a line so it doesn't feel like shouting out into empty space. I've missed book-blogging, and hope to get back to it, but I see a few of you have left, there are plenty new faces around, and the YA blogging world is still its fiiiiiine self. I’m incredibly busy these days, trying to fit in projects and final semester and job interviews and such into a schedule made worse by my writing commitments, but I had to talk about what I was reading and my relationship with Young Adult literature in general.  I haven’t been reading very much YA these days, basically because I stumbled across writers in an adult genre who I enjoy reading. Granted, I am still very much enamored by fantasy and speculative fiction, and I have been reading a lot of what is called “slipstream” or “weird fiction”, the likes of which you don’t find a lot in YA. One of my favorite authors at present is Catherynne M Valente. Her writing is incredibly touching ...

Owing to ridiculous amounts of school-work, I couldn't do Trifecta last week or the weekend, but thank you for the first place on Week Eighty Four, the support spurred me on to think about more plots with the character, and maybe there'll be a book. We shall see. Obviously, this one is fantasy too, I shall call it Little Monsters. The word this week is:  FLY (intransitive verb) 1a : to move in or pass through the air with wings b : to move through the air or before the wind or through outer space c : to float, wave, or soar in the air <flags flying at half-mast> 2a : to take flight : flee b : to fade and disappear : vanish 3a : to move, pass, or spread quickly <rumors were flying> b : to be moved with sudden extreme emotion <flew into a rage> c : to seem to pass quickly <the time simply flew> LITTLE MONSTERS I JUST HAD TO, OKAY? *grin* Sometimes we’re baby dragons, nibbling at a piece of string or wilting flowers with puf...

For Trifecta Writing Challenge: Prompt is Year (as in usually represented by a number) NOTE: How this one came to be, I have absolutely no idea. At first it was about sisters. Then it was about basements. Then I watched too much Supernatural.  Suffice to say, this one is the most scary 333 words I've ever written. Hear me? Morbid! Very! Apologies in advance for any nightmares. source:  http://vvola.deviantart.com I'm calling this....CUT OUT ONES WILL SUFFICE. Here we go! “Rose.” Three times, like a charm. Whispered so soft that I can pretend not to have heard it; pretend that the sound of my name has gotten lost in the space between us; has become entangled in the clouds of hair that spans a golden bridge between us. “It’s time, Rose. It’s almost here, the new year.” “I wish it weren’t.” “I’m sorry, Rose.” I open my eyes. Marie’s eyes are open and violently blue. Ships are wrecked in the maelstrom of those irises. Cornflower fields bloom in mine....

For Sunday Scribblings, and the prompt is "Revolution".  Sunday Scribblings  I took the earth-goes-around-sun definition of "revolution", and here's a little fantasy nugget: image by 2753productions on deviantart The other world revolved around the sun in exactly 12 hours, and we looked at the people there and pitied them. There were six hours for sleep and six hours for work, and no time for leisure. There were no dogs on leashes being walked by its owners and no galleries full of art connoisseurs blabbering about symmetry and surrealism. There were no parties that went on till the morning and no time to learn the names of the constellations. Once they had beautiful names and shone with the majesty of their mythology, but now they were just stars in an unordered cosmos. There were no beautiful ponds of koi fish as there was no time to admire them, and birthday cakes were simple things with no butter-cream or chocolate. Wedding...

It's been a while, right?! Phew, just back from exams and the epiphany that I'm not writing as much as I want to- it's been kind of difficult here. Thanks to the iPad I am now reading more than ever, but as you guys see, the blog posts have been dwindling. The sliding thingy is not sliding anymore. I am not the goddess of commenting anymore. The reason for this unexplained MIA is very simple: there is this little part of me that's nagging at me to stop with the procrastination and just get on with writing what I want to write. What I want to write is some bloody gorgeous fantasy, something new and shiny and lovely. And I've got plenty of new, shiny, lovely ideas- just not the time to write them down. So I gotta let my reviewing take a back seat and get around to doing what I love doing: which is to WRITE.  and that's by  http://valkyriestarr.deviantart.com   I started Wishful Thinking as a blog to put my stories on, but somewhere along the way the review...