WISHFUL THINKING

So I’m sick. And haven’t been to college.  It’s sorta good and bad because:  1) I feel horrible but am happy that I didnt have to submit that horrible assignment.  2) I made a new picture  3) I wrote a little more  4) I’m getting time to comment on my followers’ pages. So check this picture out. This is also story-inspired but I will NOT be posting anything at all about this story because this is my IT project, the one book I will be taking no chances on, the one book I will be going the traditional print route with. It’s my big-dreams book. It’s dystopia, but it has a beautiful romantic background and a very nice bunch of characters. Let me thank TwiggXstock on DA for the beautiful model, and NebelDarkened for the partial background. I’ve played with the model’s hair and given her eyes a different color, and am so pleased that I got someone who looks almost the way I want my heroine to look… Thrilled! Please leave comments! They make my day!

So I was thinking that I should do a new header, since the one that's on the site was made for a time when the site was just for my novel Shaded . In the recent poll I did, as to if I should post reviews and other posts or not, all 22 votes said YES . It was a very unanimous decision, and I will humor that. This new header is done with the help of all the stock providers from  Deviant-Art  whom I owe a million and whom I will credit in the new and upcoming ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS page on the blog. I sort of like this- and I want to know if you do! If a lot of people do, I will put it as the new Header on the blog and change the layout! (Looks a little smushed because it is smaller than the original size. Click to see the original size!)

Yay, I always wanted a button for Shaded, and I finally got it done! You can grab my button right off the sidebar  to display on your blog and add to your bloglist (please do!!!) and let the world know about this story going on here in this blog! Just copy paste the html in the box onto your blog's HTML gadget... I would like to say thanks to Kimberly at All About Kimberly for her tutorial on how to make these buttons (I'm no good at HTML), and also to my regular stock providers from the awesome DeviantArt whom I've credited at the bottom! Enjoy your weekend!! NOTE PLEASE I am currently accepting requests for blog header artworks as well as button making artworks. It's for free, all you have to do is put my blog on your bloglist. Please feel free to contact me at fictionflaire(at)gmail(dot)com or leave a comment here. Artworks will resemble the ones in my gallery in terms of quality (it's really quite good quality, I hope)

Okay, the new installment is long overdue, and I know it is. Groan, groan, groan. I had an issue with the manuscript and then another long and nasty one with the plot. Finally things seem to be a little settled between me and all the issues, and I guess I can post again pretty soon. Maybe tonight if no other issues crop up. I've been busy reading Stephen King's UNDER THE DOME, a terrific book with terrific plot twists, and have just about finished that high-octane read so I can soon begin my next one- a book by Helen Grant, called THE GLASS DEMON. I'll be putting up reviews soon of both, although I don't think any review can do justice to King's book- which should be read!!!  More on SHADED coming soon! The lovely and wonderful Misha has agreed to promote this book, and you can read what she had to say about it here I also did a new and very  surreal photomanipulation I call The Memory Lane (um, literally)

So far: Ani Raye has been asked to appear for an appointment at her principal's office. This is a strange request and she finds herself wondering what could possibly await her behind his orange door. ‘Yin very quiet; Yang wants to know why’ Khyran slipped into the empty chair in front of me and smiled his fey smile I figured I could identify from a thousand other smiles all mashed together into a melded mess. ‘Yin unhappy, don’t want you, go the hell away’ I countered, with a weak-hearted attempt at sounding annoyed at him. I just sounded pathetic. Annoyed at myself, I scratched my pointy nail against the faux wood table, carving patterns into it. He sat back in his chair, smiling, the very essence of Yang as they taught us long back in the Grade B Ancient Philosophy class- male and light and active, a thing of the azure sky, of celestial origin. I sulked at him, feeling quite the essence of Yin- female, dark and earthly…not to mention extremely pissed off at the world, which...

Going away for two days, so till then tata....

This is my world, encompassed in four walls that held me and two hundred other kids inside a sprawling fifty-acre plot. Here, bloody fights and bloodier gang brawls were as common as the rising sun.  I could navigate with ease the cobbled pathways worn to rubble by pounding feet even blindfolded.  I knew every stone of the walkway leading to the cliff just past the wall; the memories of hatred and love and fighting and passion etched into each one like a permanent tattoo. The tall and torturous climbing wall, the fake war zones, the bright classrooms, the arena with its adrenaline rushes….everything was as by-heart to me as the back of my own hand. Lots of random facts about the School was loaded into me, too- like the fact that the Trainers are hard-assed jerks; or that you could always predict the weather for the day if you knew the sea well enough to look from the cliff and make out the subtle changes in it; or that below the solitary cedar at the far end of the campus was...