STOP! Q&A Time.

If you understood what song the title was meant to go to, five points and a chocolate brownie to you!

After several weeks of filming, the q&a vlog has finally taken shape! I hope you enjoy it as much as I did, attempting to convey each answer without vocalizing it or showing my entire face. There were roughly twenty of you that sent an average of four to five comments, so to shorten the length of the video considerably, I have decided to answer at least one of your questions. If there is someone who's question wasn't address, don't panic-- answers to questions that require longer responses will be posted during the month of November, while NaNoWriMo is ongoing.

While the video was uploading, I accidentally forgot to answer one of the most important questions by Grace Anne, which was what my favorite musical is. It's a tie between The Magical Adventures of Merlin and Thoroughly Modern Millie, both which were high points in my theatre life because the former was my first official production with a community company while the latter helped me perfect much of what I learned over the course of two years finally showcase itself widely. Please don't flog me with community playbills of an old Fiddler on the Roof production.

Lastly: Walk the Moon is a band more suited towards those of an older audience. Don't listen to "Anna Sun" unless you're over the age of thirteen, and if you want to listen to "Work This Body," listen to the music video version, which isn't as good as the original due to the bass they added but is the clean version. Even though these two jam out songs are for an older audience, Walk the Moon's music is still good.

If you have any other questions that weren't asked or addressed within the video which you want answered (or maybe you had no idea a q&a video was going on and wanted to send in questions, anyways), don't hesitate to ask down below and I'll try to respond to your questions before the huge stress maker called NaNoWriMo takes over and manuscript papers go soaring through the room and descend into a pile of ASDFGHJKL.

Novel Writes // NaNoWriMo & Rebelling

("Novel" as in interesting + Writes = name of the brand new writing post series!)

("Novel" as in interesting + Writes = name of the brand new writing post series!)

Yesterday, my mind internally panicked at three things bursting into my mind. One: the weakness of “we’re all in this together after a terrible test” mentality cheer in AP Calculus when we got our tests back. Two: my PSATs, driver's test, choir retreat and library volunteer shift all decide to coincide on today, and three: NaNoWriMo is in fifteen days.

Fifteen days! No amount of coffee can sedate my screaming.

It pains me to say this, but once again, another year passes along where the traditional NaNoWriMo cannot be celebrated because of the escalating constraints crushing my poor five-foot bone structure into a tiny ball. Another reason pops up from the surface: my fifth manuscript of Hidden in the Shadows needs to be edited on time for beta readers in January and for the next installment of the series to be plotted by next autumn. Six weeks have passed, officially allowing me to edit, and by no means is the novel ready, with insert spoilers and insert spoilers here.

Instead, I’ve decided to go along with the Camp NaNoWriMo route and rebel against traditional NaNoWriMo as I edit all the pages and rewrite parts of my novel throughout the entire month of November. GASP. I’m not sure if editing at a fast pace will be beneficial, but there are solely editing reasons why NaNoWriMo editing needs to happen.
(As it's like battling a dragon while riding a procrastinating unicorn wanting to stop by an elf diner.)

// It’s usually a hit or miss. When I was younger, around eight or nine years old, I used to think that writing a novel meant writing in your best handwriting all while including verbose, exceptionally lengthy sentences with three adjectives partnered with each character and everything he or she saw, until overseeing the view becomes an imagery encyclopedia for the world I created. It makes me laugh (and incredibly cringe at the excessiveness of the action) every time that popped into the surface. Slowly, this transformed into simply procrastinating during the editing process. Plot holes still ridged the surface, a character’s eye color changes half way across the book… small things like that. Sometimes, I feel the need to edit, but most of the time? Nah.

// The beautiful imperfect manuscript gets torn to shreds. *flails* A huge predominant fear I had when I was younger was editing my own manuscripts because lots of the stuff that was written was so cringe-worthy to the point that ninety-percent of the time, I had to rewrite so many drafts, but with each time, it became better (with less plot holes)! The fear still lurked on the surface, and it still does. After three years of high school which involved editing pieces for a publishing company and pointing out suggestions for essays to my friends, it’s something I’ve slowly eased into. Besides, the pain of the process can be taken away by color coding all the edits.

// I know it’s going to make my novel turn out better. That’s the main goal of editing and rewriting, right? Even a quote by Philip Stanhopein one of my classes affirms this: "Whatever is worth doing at all is worth doing well." Most of everything we do in the world strives towards achieve bettering whatever we are doing. Artists understand that our creations should be the best they can be, because there is a piece of ourselves within our work that we feel a small protectiveness over, somewhat like a young child. You love it, but you don’t want it to get hurt. The novel idea’s grown with me for over six years. The final product must come out soon.

// The actual manuscript—there’s a reason why the words “Do Not Steal” are initially on the page. One—I’m super paranoid about protecting my craft. The second reason is more of me indirectly saying, “Please do not read my novel until further notice.” A lot of my friends and family members aren’t novel writers, so unpublished novel + person they carry relations to = exclamation points and begging to read the novel after pestering many times, “What’s your novel about?”

// The pens + the notebook highlighting all the major changes and document updates needed before I externally panic from not understanding the neon green pen scribble. Enough said.

// The outline and small notes. I’m a plotter—the novel process goes smoother whenever I plot most of the main points that happen and then just go from there. When I wrote Hidden in the Shadows, the story has been marinated long enough to understand clearly what the whole plot was going to be. Also, so many inconsistencies come up: for instance, insert name here reacts to insert spoiler here differently than they should be.

// Halloween Candy, because why not? It's probably going to come at me anyway since I'm volunteering at carnivals across town. I’m dressing up as Chihiro from Spirited Away, with Soot-Spirits decorating my shoes and Boh in his mouse form on my shoulder. For a group costume at school, I'm either going to be dressed up as a genderbent teachers or a part of the Inside Out crew.

(Books are dangerous lands to tread through if you don't want to ride a FEELS train.)

It’s been a light reading month, but the good news is that four of these were on my to-be-read pile on Goodreads. Harry Potter and the Cursed Child has been on my reading list and was a gift on my birthday, rendering five minutes of full-on fangirling, while my copy of To the Bright Edge of the World was signed by the author herself, Eowyn Ivey! If you don't know who she is, she's better known for her novel, The Snow Child (which I highly recommend to read ASAP because it's GORGEOUS). She was super sweet when I met her at a book signing, discussing how she wrote her novels while simultaneously giving writing tips. Rick Riordan was here as well, but because of the crazy number of people who went and of that day’s amount of signed homework, I couldn’t go and was distraught by the fact. Another YA author is coming up here soon….

To those who are embarking on NaNoWriMo for the first time: welcome to this insane plot-filled thirty days where most of the time, we writers are in way over our heads for because the procrastination done is because of either laziness, social media, or a good book that just got released, such as Marissa Meyer's Heartless. It can be painful and sometimes the words that are spurred out feel like gobbly goop at times, but you can get through this, and if you need anyone to rant, do a Night of Write, or just engage in a Word War / Sprint with, just let me know because I'm willing to do any of those with you. We can do this, friends!

Are you doing NaNoWriMo? 
If you are, what's your novel going to be about? 
If not, will you be snacking on pumpkin pie-- what else will you be doing?

P.S. Posting the q&a at the end of the month because I'm experiencing technical difficulties!

Dear YA Novels

Dear YA Novels,

Recently I have turned sixteen. Since it has been awhile since the two of us have been caught together amidst the skew of things, I should probably disregard any assumption you have formulating in the back of your mind: no, the world has not yet turned into a dystopia with a surge of technology, ruined coastlines, and egregious systems of government. No fantasy back world has been uncovered along the shadows of the world, with sparkling creatures or runes. Although, if either events occurred, I'm unsure that I'll be able to send you this letter in the first place. Restrictions may be placed on communication at that point, and besides, there won't be enough time to check email since I'll be outside doing, you know, "Chosen One" stuff, with my powers gained at the peak of adolescence. 

Another assumption I want to debunk from your mind immediately: no, I have not been sulking around in my room, mentally crafting long monologues as to how why life ultimately stinks or as to why people don't understand me. I'm aware I come off as quiet, reserved, and on occasion whimsical, (this all depends on how a person perceives). Much times is spent in my room, engaging in introverted activities, but that doesn't necessarily hinder me from being able to talk to people, thank you very much. My life may be small in comparison to your numerous relayed tales, but I have a life that is lived.

Currently, I have been involved with strength training, since the last time we met, you said it's majorly important to be strong. Physical strength is not easily attainable-- in the last softball match, I slid into home place, face first, with sand covering my teeth, and this was one of many attempts at physical training. A softball hardly gets thrown ten feet away, running a mile exhausts all energy. This is not me condemning sports, but rather saying that unlike you, YA Novels, athletic gifts do not ring my bones. My strength is of the quiet kind: strong, resilient, sticking to morals through and through. Athletics are one thing, but another aspect you retain is your impeccable beauty standards you're often so modest about...

Until not one, but two boys come around the corner. The sweet, thoughtful boy and the kick butt no-nonsense guy battle each other out, and for awhile, you were too busy bickering with both of them to actually notice how one of them smells like slightly burnt oatmeal cookies, or how the other's hair bounces perfectly into place to the point you question why he wasn't hired by L'oreal, Pantene, or any other shampoo company. They both tell you you're beautiful, and you finally realize it yourself. Let me spare you the trouble of having to choose between the two boys: usually the first one, or the one who has been more prominent with you life recently, is the one you will choose. No need to thank me-- I just saved you much time.

Anyways, can't wait to hear your response, even if it ends up being roughly three books long.

xoxo Morning


A/N: Lately, I've been craving an immense craze about trying my hand at satire, or at least, producing something similar to the craft. Sarcasm and irony have been crazy themes repeating themselves in my life. That, alongside the process of editing my novel (finally, the six-week period wait is over), have birthed this post, which I hope you enjoy. Are there any other clich├ęs I forgot to mention?