Wattpad Update! - Covers

I made new covers for Frost Poison and Toxic Snow today, and I thought I'd share them with you guys.

Frost Poison:

Toxic Snow:

What are your thoughts on the new covers? Yay, or nay?

Let me know what you think. You can leave comments here, on Wattpad or on my Facebook page :)

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PS: The photographs I've used on the covers do NOT belong to me. I found them on Google, so credits to whoever these belong to. I repeat, they're not mine. I did, however, edit them.

Wattpad Update!

Okay, announcement time!

Since I have finally finished IHTC and am taking a break from the House of Voices series until I get the plot of the sequel all worked out, I've got time to finally sit down and focus on Toxic Snow and SotR.

So here's how it's going to work. Since I've been working on Toxic Snow longer, it's got a higher priority level. Translation: I'll update it as soon as I'm done with a new chapter (revision and all) and am half-way done with the new one. SotR, however, I'll update once a week. Since I updated it this afternoon, you guy's will have to wait till next Tuesday for the next update. I'm sorry, I know the Night Cat series has a bigger, more demanding audience than Toxic Snow, but that doesn't mean I can neglect it, now does it? Alexis and Archer need my attention too.

So yeah, that's the plan, and I'm sticking to it. If, due to unavoidable circumstances, I am unable to update on a Tuesday, I'll inform you guys on the day and update it on another day that same week.

On another, related, note, I was reading Night Cat the other day and I realized something. It's horrendous! Guys, seriously. How does it have that many reads? Why has no one said anything to me about how whiny and teeny-bopper-y my characters come off in that book? Now, now, don't start getting all mad at me. I'm not dissing my work. It's pretty okay work for someone who started writing it when she was thirteen, but it needs work. A little polishing here and there, removing some unwanted punctuation (Yes, there was a time when I thought four question marks was appropriate) and, hey, I might even make the chapters a little longer.  In addition, I'll also might be adding a few new chapters, so fans of the Night Cat series, stay tuned, you might get some new material.

As for New Cat in Town, don't worry. I haven't forgotten that either. I'll be working on it as I revise Night Cat, allowing me to corroborate Xander's POV with Avery's much easier. It's daunting work, writing a finished story from another person's point of view. It takes a while to make sure I don't do what I usually do and mess details up. Details are important. Ask any successful storyteller. Bear with me guys, Xander's story is coming. I'll try to post a new chapter of NCiT with every re-post of Night Cat. How does that sound?

Anyhoo, that's all I have to say for now (I think. My memory isn't functioning too well today) If there's more, I'll post another update here, or on my Facebook Page.

Good night all,
This girl's hungry =D

There's Poetry in Life

Now that I'm finished with the first book in my House of Voices series - which, you can read here, by the way (Shameless self-promotion. Yay!) - I have more time to start another series I've been meaning to get work on.

It's called There's Poetry in Life; and each post in this series shall feature a in-depth breakdown + analysis of whatever poem I'm obsessed with at the moment.

Today? The Old Familiar Faces by Charles Lamb.

I have had playmates, I have had companions,

In my days of childhood, in my joyful school-days,

All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.

One word: Nostalgia.
Pure, unadulterated nostalgia. Right from the first line, you see it. The speaker is longing for his school days, a simpler time. From the use of present perfect tense, the poet gives the impression that the speaker is trying to covey a message: he had these friends and he lost them. He lost them and wants them back. It's an understandable emotion. Haven't we all wanted to return to the days of our childhood at one time or another? When our only worries were scraped knees and what we'd get for Christmas? It's the kind of nostalgia that everyone feels at some point in their lives - the longing for a simpler time.

I have been laughing, I have been carousing

Drinking late, sitting late, with my bosom cronies,

All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.

In the second stanza, we're transported to another point in the speaker's life. From diapers to the cusp of adulthood, the years of the bachelor. The speaker reminisces the time when he'd been a carefree youth, sitting among his mix of close friends ("bosom cronies") and enjoying life. Compared with the second stanza, we see the gradual differences between the two periods of the speaker's life. Different cares, different works and involvements, different companions. Subtle changes, but they're there.

I loved a love once, fairest among women;

Closed are her door one me, I must not see her --

All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.

The Friday Tummy Blues

My day so far:
Woke up to thunder and lightning. Tried to go back to sleep, but was not permitted. Turned out I had some really important matters to attend to in school; go figure. Went to school. Hung out with my friends. Attended to the aforementioned matters and then came home early on account of the fact that my stomach is making me want to rip it out of my body.

Yes, that was my gift for Valentines day. A stomach bug. Remind not to hate on the holiday so much; the universe doesn't seem to like that. Or maybe it doesn't like me... I don't know which.

As I sit here, home alone and being a complete and utter retard while chatting with a bunch of friends, I decided that instead of whining and griping about my battle with my stomach, I'd channel the pain and frustration I'm feeling into my latest chapter of I Hear Them Calling. I haven't quite finished the chapter yet, so maybe channeling my physical suffering (yes, I'm exaggerating) and using it to make the chapter as heart-breaking as I need it to be might be for the best.

So yes, that's the plan for today. Ignore the warring stomach and aim to make my readers either cry or hate me.

It's a good one. I think.

Welcome to my Mind Palace

Yes, folks. The rumors are true. I finally decided that it was high-time that I stopped neglecting my blog and started posting. And yes, I know it's the third time I'm saying this, but I actually mean it this time. I am going to try and post regularly. I swear.

If, however, I go too long without posting, feel free to drop a message reminding me to keep my promise. Knowing me and my tendencies to procrastinate, it's probably going to be necessary.

I shall leave you now, but feel free to peruse through my blog.

You'll have to excuse the older posts, I'm afraid. I was feeling too sentimental to delete them.