Happy – Well I am I think

HEYYYYYY!!!! I know it has been a while since my last post but I have been extremely busy. Really busy that if I got home at a decent hour I pass out as soon as my head hit the pillow.

So I have good news and I have good news. So the good news is that I am on the verge to write the end of my first book still ten thousand words but the end is near. It is the first book that I will have written and finished. Just so you know I have put half of it on wattpad.POP STAR PRINCESS, go check it out and feel free to comment.

Then I am one of the co-writers of IN TOO DEEP. And I am loving it please go read and vote. So that is the good news.

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I know not that exiting but sure a big turn in my life. Just wanted to share my happiness with all.

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Sneak Peak into Pop star Princess

 

“I am sitting here with one of the world’s famous pop stars. Alex.” The audience started clapping as the camera sifted from Jenna Holmen to me. I have done this more than I could count on both my hands. Fame is not everything it is cut out to be. I just smile and ‘thank you for having me’ comes out all too natural.

“So Alex, this has been quite the year for you. And to top it off I hear we are in for more?”

I turn my body in the comfy chair towards the sea of people watching my every action with smiles.

“Ah Jenna, yes this was a good year. And it is not done yet by my count. There are still a lot going on like the whole Europe tour and the recording of two more songs on my new album due to be released in the New Year.”

She looks from me to the audience raising her hands before she almost screams “WOW”

“That is amazing this would be the fifth album recorded and released by GNA records?”

“Yes, they still seem happy with me.” I smiled a big smile with saying these words. It is true if they were not happy I would be back home doing other things then singing.

The interview went on for another half an hour. Before Jenna announced that the audience have received a gift certificate for some product. I was thanked for being here and sharing my news with everyone.

Walking off stage never felt this good. As I get back stage my PA gives me bottle water and answers my phone. The sooner I can get this getup off the better. Today is one of those days that I am not into being the Pop star. I don’t even want to be seen for the poster girl for glamour make up or majestic perfume.

“It is your sister Alex” Mari was holding the phone against her chest looking me as she broke my line of thought.

“Tell her I will call her back in a half hour when I am home save. We need to get moving.”She nodded and I turned away. I made my way to the assigned dresser room. I shut the door behind me and pulled off the blond wig that was hiding my chocolate brown hair. Seeing myself in the tall mirror I wanted to cry. I have neglected me because of fame. Just because I am hard headed and wanted to show my family there is more to life than their way.

It is not that I hate my life but I hate the secrets and lies travelling with all of this. I need a break. I need a break from my two not so different worlds. Disappearing is becoming more appealing every day.

As my driver pulls up at the summer home, I choose for show as Alex super star’s place. The feeling of relieve made its way through me. The day was getting me down and now I still have to face my big sister over the phone.

Belle is not a person to mess with and I have had my fair deal of battle scars with her. Best way to avoid provocation is to agree to disagree or just to agree with her. She married Paul last year after he has been asking her hand in marriage for some years now. Being the youngest of six is not easy and being all girls it was even harder. There are a total of seventeen years between me and Belle. She is like the mother hen in the family since our parents past away few years ago, than there is Liza that is only two years younger than Belle. She is die brainy one has degrees in some science things. Don’t really know what it is cold again.

Mia has always been the sister that enjoyed a good story. Mia is about ten years older than me. Gina and Rose are like twins only a year apart in age. If you don’t know them personally you would think they are twins. They spend their time on many charity events. They have more charity events than anything else. I was born seven years after Rose. After me my parents stopped trying for a boy. I am not even going to say that they should have given up years before but after five girls you should have know.

Okay I am not being fair to my parents I need to get this out of my head and go call Belle before she rings again then I would be in big shit.

‘Big news on everybody’s lips is: Where is Princess Audrey? The last time the youngest of Winder royalty was spotted was on her twenty first birthday, four months ago. What has happened to her since then? We asked the monarchy about this with the only answer being she is well and is studying towards a degree.’

“Sorry Sis, for not taking your call immediately, the interview went on forever and I just had to get back to the house before I screamed.” I could almost hear her smile on the other end of the phone. She has always been supportive about me even if it is strange.

“It is okay, I know about days like today. I have quite a few up to now.”

“But on a lighter mood. How are nephews?” It is kind of funny to think my father had only daughters and his daughters have only sons.

Belle has three boys Phillip, Mario and Fender. Liza was not that fortunate she only has one boy Matthew. Mia got two sets of twin boys Andrew and Henry are the oldest. Mark and John are two months old now. Gina and Rose are pregnant few weeks apart but both are having boys.

“They are a handful but I love them to bits. Wish only you would come and visit more to see how they have grown.” She did have a way to put that in to sentence without blinking. I wish I could live a normal life as a pop star. But having the kind of family I do it is hard and complicated.

“I know I have been too busy with tours and recordings these past few weeks. I am planning on a visit after the Europe tour.” Silence fell and seemed to remain.

“Like hitting two birds with one stone then” I wish she would not look at it that way. But it kind of was like that.

“Sometimes you can make it seem worse than it really is you know. Belle I love you guys but I do have my own career and deadlines too.” I heard the sigh and almost her mental counting.

“I know, but it is hard. In the beginning it was not as demanding as now. I just wish it could be more like then than it is now.”

“I know Belle. And leaving would not be that easy I have thought about it. I love this and even when things are crazy like today or bad like it was today I still love it all.” I got al defensive cause any moment she will attack my career again. Even though she is behind me al the way, she doesn’t always approve of my choices.

“It is wishful thinking on my part sorry.” The silence fell again like so many times when we talk over the phone. It is like we don’t have much to say to each other.

“Bella, I miss you guys terribly, but my life has changed a lot over these five years.”

“We miss you too and really hope that you are visiting soon.” After the goodbyes I just sit look out the window.

Jeffrey was bringing a tray of snacks into the den where I was working on my grade paper and some new song material. I have been at it for what seemed like minutes but when I looked up it was past midday.

“Miss Alex, you have an appointment at seven with GNA records, dinner at Franco’s. Then at nine you are to be seen with Christian Evens at club Devoir.”

“Thank you Jeffrey.”

“And then your sister called again wanting to know why you have not called back about the dates.”

I looked up from the papers I was working on. Due only in October but with the tour and things I have to get it done before time and writing new material seemed to be out of my reach.

I wanted to scream the dates were the last thing I wanted to think about.

“Jeffrey. Thank you. I will call her now.”

The phone only had time for two rings before Mia’s voice was greeting me and giving me a lecture.

Mia needed to lecture everybody. She even does it with Belle. Sending her on her merry way was what I intended to do with rumbling of the few dates and checking if we agreed. When I finally ended the call I was drained. Having to deal with everything at work and school was tiring but putting my family in the mix was going to be the end of me.

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Characters in Skateboard on rails part 2

So last week I added my first main characters and today I have part two :

I am glad to introduce to you

Ethan  Brooks05

Name: Ethan Andrew Brooks

Age : 18.

Looks: Tanned build with dark blue eyes and sandy blond hair

Personality: Prankster, witty, lovable, straight forward

Skills: Extreme sport fanatic tries everything and success is achieved. one of those people that is genetic breed of being good in everything they set their minds to

Likes:

Color – Blue
Food – Pizza (Ha wain because of the pine apple)
Animals – Dog ( Bull dog) Rover
Movie genre – comedy/ action (favorite Fast and furious – what guy doesn’t like fast cars and woman )
Book – Not the reading tipe but have read lord of the rings
Hobbies – Horse riding and boarding

Dis Likes:

Food – Grapefruit
Animals – Spiders
Movie genre – Karate
Book – Almost everything 

School: 4.0 GPA

Next year: Study law.

Dream: To be the best there is.

Toby Brooks

Name: Tobias Andrew Brooks4132598344_10810d5724

Age : 18.

Looks: Tanned build with dark blue eyes and medium length brown  hair

Personality: Witty, joker, closed geek

Likes:

Color – Green
Food – Pies (Chicken mayo)
Animals – Dog (Collie) Amber
Movie genre – action (favorite Die hard )
Book – Sci-fi
Hobbies –  Boarding and Gaming

Dis Likes:

Food – Vegetables
Animals – rodents
Movie genre – Romance
Book – Any non fiction

 

School: 3.5GPA

Next year: Game designer or creator

Dream:  Getting a date and chance with Angelica Romero.

Next week I will put up the rest of the guys and some of the other girls profiles so please feel free to give advice or make suggestions to the characters. Looking forward to the feedback

Characters in Skateboard on rails part 1

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So yesterday I posted about how I am struggling to create characters for my book and got a few feedback send to my email. I followed a few tips over the course of years I have tried writing. And creating characters was always one of my downsides

So to give you an idea of my main characters I made a quick summary.

JAY PORTER

Name: Jayden Danella Porter Pretty skater girl holding skateboard

Age : 17 turning 18 in the book.

Looks: Long blond brown hair, gray eyes, small of stature 5’3”, strait nose       with lips not to full. Oval face shape.

Personality: Quick on her feet, fun, impatient, funny, thoughtful, talkative, competitive, strong willed and compassionate about others.

Skills: As a young girl her parents AKA Mother made her take ballet classes and her love for skateboarding came from her father. He bought her her first skateboard to her mother’s horror.

Likes:

Color – Red
Food – Hamburgers and fries
Animals – cats ( her own Bellatrix)
Movie genre – comedy (favorite The wedding date)
Book – adventure/ paranormal (Lord of the rings and Harry Potter)
Hobbies – Painting and boarding.

Dis Likes:

Food – Olives
Animals – Birds (any kind)
Movie genre – Documentaries
Book – Romance ( girly-girl love) 

 

School: 3.8 GPA (new school for about a year – senior year)

Next year: Study art and graphic design.

Biggest achievement: She is a natural on the stage as well as on the skate park. But she was the main dancer in the production of swan princess at the age of fifteen.

Biggest regret: Not being there for her little brother Sam when he needed her the most.

Dream: To be famous painter if not a great graphic designer.

Fear: To be a disappointment to her brother.

 

 

 

SAM PORTER

 

Name: Samuel David Porter

Age: 5funny-five-year-old-boy

Looks: Brown hair, gray eyes, strait nose and a round face shape.

Personality: Caring, fun, not easily impressed, talkative, loveable and sweet.

Likes:

Color – Blue
Food – Coco pops
Animals – All kinds – really wants a dog
Movie genre – Animation – Cars

Dis Likes:

Food – Onions

School: Preschool

Biggest achievement: Tying his own shoes

Dream: To be a fireman

Fear: That his nightmares will come true.

 

 

Next week I will put up the guys and some other girls profiles so please feel free to give advice or make suggestions to the characters. Looking forward to the feedback

 

 

 

 

Creating a new … HELP

_~_Mandy_~_Staring at a blank page is not helping and creating a new character seems to be a problem for me. Going through my list of names and surnames but that is the easy part. How to put him/her together  to make them fit is the problem. So the check list starts

Name  – √Check Surname – √Check
Look  – Maybe different hair color or eyes. Does the nose fit?
Personality – mmm still work in progress
Likes – list to short!!
Dislikes – to many have to cut maybe by half?
Growth in story – what is the problem again?

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Agh I give up new characters are a head ache waiting to happen. Writing a plot is much easier then making up a new person that in a dream world has a life with in that world.
How to create a character? I want people reading this to help me create new characters for my New book skateboard on rails.

So would you help me?

If so please feel free to add after this post.

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80 Days yellow – Is it just another 50 shades?

Over the course of last year my friend gave me 50 Shades trilogy to read. I have given my own perspective about it. And like I said I don’t really read much erotic stories. It was an eye opener for me on some subjects of erotica. But now I stared a new challenge in the eye – 80 days yellow.

First the title – what is it about numbers and colors? Come on there has to be, thousands of ways to title your book without being a copy cat of ideas. Okay I should not judge, but is it not weird that both have a number and a color in the title? And that both are erotic fiction?

I know that many writers have the same titled books and others that have the same story to tell just a little different then the previous one. So the title should  not have bothered me at all. But it did could these two women that wrote the book be creative? If the title made me think 50 Shades of grey just now yellow.

But I was mistaken of the content in this book (or so I thought) – We are greeted in the first few pages by passionate, flame-haired violinist Summer Zahova. She is in a relationship with a neat freak ( a perfectionist). Next chapter we get to know a little bit about Dominik. You start to like the characters with their personalities.

When they (Summer  and Dominik) meet it is like I am reading 50 shades without the overflow of sex in the air. It felt real like I am sitting across them hearing their conversation. (my interest in the book flares) They make a deal that he would replace her violin for favors. Being a little doubtful about the rest of the book as I pass this chapter. It seems to be going at the same as 50 shades.

Then a twist Summer joins her friend in a fetish club where BDSM is practiced. She gets a trill out of it – later on in the book she returns for more. after the second visit to the club did her and Dominik’s interaction really begin. The sex is out of this world according to her. She gets to see a world different yet the same out of the sub and dom’s point of view. Being part in many kinds of sexual pleasures and scenes.

Okay So now I am reading and it strikes me how similarity of some parts are to 50 shades and other totally different. It is darker and Gross at some times but overall pretty good written book. To compare it to 50 shades is going to be a waist of space. I can say that it is not quit different to 50 shades but it has a more a realistic part that 50 shades struggled to uphold.

But some of the content kind of made me get chills, description on scenes that I could think someone could and would do such things to another person. The story has many turns and twists that could keep a reader wanting to read on, but not for the faint heartened die similarities to 50 Shades of grey is constantly popping up and was not a book I would read again.

If you like reading stories like these (Erotic Fiction) This book is for you but if not the case don’t bother to even open it.

Part 3 – exile

Part 2

Franco

We all knew that there was a reason for Keldrick going to the south. She was the reason. And a pretty good reason if I do say so myself.

“Franco, I called you here to seek my daughter or so does my dear companion declare that I have. I need to know if she is real. For I know you will find her, you are the best at what you do and that is track I have heard of your skill and talent. “

Watching the woman walk impatient from the window to her seat where she was when I entered made me wonder what was going on.

“If I may ask why does your excellence need me if the mother is here to tell of her where a bouts?”

King Keldrick took a long pose before looking straight at me.

“She has no idée where her daughter has gone and that makes you employed, for I need to find her.”

Keeping my mind on the target and not looking into the woman’s eyes I got a pretty good picture of what I may be searching for and if she had any of her mothers’ looks she would be some thing to look at, at least.

Looking back at the king I could not think what she saw in him to even let him touch her. This is not a good thing I felt my gut tell me something is wrong with this picture. She looked like a concerned mother, but not hysterical like his mother was that night he was kidnapped by his own father. Trying hard not to make the memories come back I nodded my head in agreement to something the king said.

Chendrika

The following week I worked on my skills alone I had to be fighting fit pushing my limits further than ever before, the magic powers are to new to even test and I have no idée where to begin. Maybe I should seek this witchdoctor and maybe just maybe he could help me train and practice my powers.

Where do I begin…?

Early mornings I did quick recaps of all the traps to reinsure they are in tack and ready for visitors and by the time I get to the hut it is almost midday. Some of the traps got me a meal or two for the week that has passed on fast. Physically fitness was at its top point and I was satisfied by the time it only took to be ready for a journey. My damn ankle didn’t last and I busted it so severe that it was unbearable to even stand on the way back to the hut. But this gave me time to read and search for clues that my mum mentioned to me before she disappeared. Knowing that Keldrick had her made shivers down my spine. The bare thought of him as my father made me sick to my stomach.

The bookshelves were crooked but stable enough to hold books I have read a thousand times over and over.

The one of Glimeit and Friadolle was an old time favourite. What a romantic but powerful story, I would love to be loved by someone like Glimeit he is a perfect hero with the perfect life. Grew up strong and in depended. Friadolle, maiden with the beauty many desired and was fancied by many men. The ending was just tragic; death was the ultimate loss payed for the life of a loved one.

Time is all I needed to get everything ready.

The few books on maps I found help to extend of how far and how long my journey might be depending on what obstacles’ I shall face. The real mystery to me was the way some of the pages was torn from some books and every now and again find the missing page in another book  or just a piece of a page.

This might be clues and answers to what I have been asking and searching for.

The next few days seemed to last forever. Finally I could move and make tracks for the traps, allot could have happened in this few days I was out of action. The swing trap was still in tacked. The rope is in place and the club in the tree. At the seventh trap I got suspicious there where tracks but it dodged al the possible ways to be caught. Just one pair of tracks was made.

First attempt – part 2 continue

So I know it has been a while since my last post but honestly I have been quit busy.  I added another part of my own writing so feel free to reed the first Prologue  and part 1

 

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The old hut my grandpa took me to every weekend for fighting training was the only place I
could think of to hide myself for now. Before grandpa’s death he told me of the witchdoctor that made
a magic barrier between the two valleys and that no one could enter except us. That if you have never
been here, you would never find it. How long this spell will last is utterly unpredictable so I am taking
my chances with this. The road was just as I remembered all the way up to the hut. Boo-bee traps that
my grandpa taught me to look for and to make.

How I miss him so.

The first weekend up here came back like it was only yesterday.

“Cendricka, are you listening to what I have told you girl.”

“Yes, Grandpa. We have to get through the woods only on the west side. The road is off limits to take
because of the many boo-bee traps. The traps are for people to stay away. But Grandpa won’t people
be more interested in coming up to the hut because of the boo-pee traps?”

“That is why we made them like hunters traps.”

I was confused but after much explaining my grandpa finally got through my thick scull. He taught
me how to make these traps.

“You must learn this at heart Cendricka. These will give you time even though you feel in ‘n tight
spot.”

The art of rope tying and trap covering was lessons hard learned. If you don’t pay attention, you might
as well fall into your own traps. Bruises and lots of pain later I could identify all the traps made and
where it would not be forth coming to see or look for.

Fighting skills made me fast, flexible and more. Years of training of agonizing pain paid off. The way
moving ones whole body determent the strength of power you placed in your fight from you kicks to
your punches every move must flow and be like one movement.

Time was what I was working for and these pass of traps is not going to be easy, known trade secret
is the sign or mark that indicates where the traps are. It’s been months since I was last here. And the
thought crossed my mind ‘what if I stepped on my own boo-bee trap.’

Damp smells came to my nose as I opened up the door. Reminding me of how long ago I have been
here last. But getting to the hut was not an easy task like I predicted. The one trap after the other I just
made sure I didn’t get caught and where they were placed. Some needed adjusting but I had not had
the time to linger. The few candles left will hold for a few nights if used wisely. And if I could scout
back to the village maybe there would be some things I could use for my stay here.

I could still hear the screams in my sleep. I tried to get some shut eye but was awaken by a face I
think could be my fathers’. I was terrified of what I saw every time I tried to dose off. Grandpa did
tell me some of the royal can seek their offspring through the encounter of their magic being born
and afterwards to check up on them till they reach full age of twenty-one that is still five years to go
for me so I must not sleep just relax and be aware, maybe he can’t get to me by avoiding this special

hours of sleep. Maybe it is the only way to stay as far as possible for as long as possible. Maybe…

The cold air outside made my body shiver, but keeping in mind that I am on the run, adrenalin made
me forget about everything.

Franco

Taking careful stepping up towards the path with the overgrowth of grass and trees I seem to feel
as if there is something wrong with this picture. My gut was never wrong about these things. My
mind wondered to just few days ago when I traveled from the kingdom to seek the princess for king
Keldrick. Her mother was a sight to see beauty like no other could compare. The green eyes looked
into your soul and the rosy lips where inviting. Her skin like river rocks smooth and tanned. Blond
hair so long and thick it made a waterfall over her shoulders and back.

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We are the hero of our own story.
Mary McCarthy

First attempt – continue

If you have not yet read the prologue please do Prologue

Chapter 1

I got away by a stroke of luck – the Guards were there in a flash. Why, I should know by now. Magic.  Keldrick send out a spell of movement to transport objects, in this case people, to where he has been before.

And he was here before – the small village of people were gathered to the assembly in the middle of our village big open space with four ground roads that met in the middle. In the small hole behind shelve down in the basement of the hut. I crawled into pressing my body hard against the wall. This was one of my grandpa’s ideas; he thought of in his crazy life time was just handy. Made the perfect hiding spot for my petite figure, as if it was made just for me and maybe it was. Yes, I am the only girl with a small frame. That is what made me stand out between all the other kids. They were strong and big like fighters, build to defend all and defeat the enemy. I was kind of the runt of the litter so to speak.

Never got why I was different till grandpa told me the truth about my birth and the secret kept so I would survive.

Okay, back to me and the wait in the hole. That was agonizing. I could hear people shout and scream. Whips slashed something or someone. These people protected my secret and died as the legend foretold years before my birth.

Tears rolled down my face leaving only trails on my dusty cheeks. I saw death and despair and it made me scared for what I must face sooner than I thought.

I wished it will all stop and that I was at home with grandpa and mum. The screams tore through me every time, followed by orders the superior shouted. I squeezed even tighter into the hole fearing they would see me or find me if I am not able to shrink myself smaller.

The sound faded and came back time and time again. I heard mothers plead and children crying. The ground trembled and made everything fall around me. Doors were opened and slammed shut all over and things where thrown to the ground, breaking in to pieces.

It felt like ages passed, when finally, there was just silence. It was so quiet I could hear my heart beating. The little village seemed at peace, a sleep or deserted in this case. Waiting a little longer for the silence to take place I finally crept out of the hole to seek life.

Dead bodies all in a pile and the smell of death came to me. My stomach turned with disgust at the smell of burning flesh. My feet become heavy, not wanting to move. The scene that my eyes took in was like a bad nightmare that had a fearful ending. Wake up is all my mind could think of. Wake up, it is only a dream.

The wind blew the stench past me, making it more real than any dream could. Goosebumps were all over me in seconds. In the past I have only heard of massacres. Tonight I see it.

My brain told me to get moving, for there could be more guards lurking just to make sure the grounds are all covered and that I was not part of the slaughter. My feet still didn’t want to make any movement till my ears heard voices.

Guards. o shit.

Move. My brain took charge of my body and it was like gas on fire.

My mind went to just hours before when Chan and I was alone in the woods when I gave him myself. He could have been gentler but who was I kidding? Men were hard and ruthless when it came to any part of their lives, especially to the sex part. It was like their release in life, like their sanctuary. The roughness still imprinted in my mind was like a horrible reminder of what not to do when having sex… He didn’t even try to be romantic like in the stories I have read. The hero saves his girl and takes her to bed quite romantically. With anticipation the girl gets bedded by a sweet, soft and masculine hero.  I could kick his ass for not trying harder after all I told him how I dreamed it would be like a thousand times. Men – can’t even trust them with a small task like that. Pain I felt until something happened…

Chan didn’t know what hit him when my powers were born. It was like a force that pushed him away. It pushed him so hard he flew through the air, landing on his back and moaning of the pain coming seconds after that. I was more shocked than anything else. A delightful feeling had filled my body from the tips of my toes and fingertips and the sensation began running up to my head. It felt like someone tracing soft feathers over your body over and over. The tinkling stopped making a weird feeling creep up my spine, the next moment Chan was running for the village leaving me alone in all my nakedness. I still don’t know how Chan got away so fast with all his clothes on.

Trying hard to get myself in order I walked as fast as possible to the village to get home and over the humiliation of the act that happen in the woods. I needed food and lots of it.

Well the next few moment past in a blur when mum shuffled me towards the hole that Grandpa made.

“Go, Cendricka, go hide don’t come out before everything is over. Then run fast as you can to the hut. Your other questions will be answered there.”

Only with a quick hug and “I love you”, my mum was gone.

The pain that went through me with every scream and cry came back, making me move faster to the hut. New tears made their way down my cheeks with every memory of what just happened a few minutes ago.




“You have to write the book that wants to be written. And if the book will be too difficult for grown-ups, then you write it for children.”
Madeleine L’Engle