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Writing Tips from Jese

Recently, I’ve been writing a lot more than I used to so I thought I might share a few writing tips, some that I keep telling myself, some things that come very easy to me, but I know that other people struggle with. Take what you will from this list ūüôā

a) write whenever you can. If you’ve got an idea, keep going with it. Even if you don’t have a pad of paper or a computer, just keep writing in your head, planning out your stories.

b) write whatever you can. Write down all the ideas, write in all the genres. I don’t like stagnation in my writing, so I try to write in as many genres as I possibly can: fantasy, scifi, contemporary, historical fiction.

c) write first, edit later. Editing/perfectionism (something I struggle with) is like a heavy fog and you can lose sight of what you’re aiming for as you try to perfect as you go.

d) finish what you start. It’s so tempting to give up on your current project in order to chase another one, or to be discouraged by perfectionism, but there is nothing more satisfying than finishing what you started.

e) if you’re a pantser, try planning. If you’re a planner, try pantsing. Be comfortable with both approaches, and you never know. You might like another style better than the one you use currently. Don’t be afraid to change.

f) have fun! ūüėÄ

See ya later!

Jese

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Fear Itself

Hail and well met! ‘Tis I, Nikken. How have you all been this summer?

Today I am here to talk about something that affects all of our lives. You may have forgotten it ever existed, or maybe you still remember it with a faint shudder. But I assure you, it was once a tangible, inescapable menace that clutched your mind and heart with a fierce grip. Perhaps in the deepest, darkest corners of your mind, it still has a foothold, ready to rise with vengeance at the least provocation.

I am talking about—

Childhood Fears.

Admit it. We all had them.

These are the fears that plagued you at night as you lay in bed, trying to sleep. Every sound would morph into footsteps of varying magnitude, every shadow turned into a dreadful harbinger of your fear’s arrival.

Some of them are on the improbable side, such as flaming monsters. Others are more reasonable (though not any less frightful) such the house burning up. Some were even ridiculous, now that you look back on them.

For interest, my biggest fear when I was little was… rabbits.

Don’t laugh.

I had horrible recurring nightmare of evil rabid bunnies breaking into my Uncle’s manor and swarming me, an unstoppable wave of rabbity evil.

Something rather like this, in fact, except in hordes.

killer rabbit

I would weak up screaming and crying every night.

(Stop laughing, Your Highness. It doesn’t befit your dignity.)

My author had two childhood fears–burglars and snakes. Or to be more precise, venemous or constricting snakes coming into her bedroom. She wasn’t afraid of snakes normally, though she doesn’t like the ones that can kill you. She used to spend hours catching and handling snakes.

But she was terrified that a dangerous snake would somehow come into her room, wind itself up into her loft bed and either bite her (if they were venemous) or squeeze her to death (if they were constrictors). She would lie awake at night, peering at the suspicious lump at the end of her bed and hope it was a fold of her blanket and not a snake head. But she was too afraid to sit up and look in case it was actually a snake and she attracted its attention, causing her imminent death. In the morning, she would tell herself it was silly (she lived in a town), but knowing it was silly never did much when the lights went out and the lump at the end of the bed appeared.

She blames the Jungle Book and Rikki Tikki Tavi.

But she grew out of the fear (as we all do, in time) as she got older, and not long ago, she moved to the country. And it just so happens that her new bedroom has a small hole in the corner directly across from her loft bed, and beneath this hole is a small piece of drop ceiling. About a month ago, she woke up and saw a snake draped on that small piece of drop ceiling directly across the room, looking at her.

There are very few things more terrifying, my friends, is to wake up one morning to find your childhood nightmare is a reality.

She tamped down her first response (screaming) and went to find her dad. She managed to keep her cool until the family entered her room and the snake appeared to be missing, which was when she screamed and indulged in a brief moment of panic, convinced the snake was hiding in her room. She managed to calm herself down quickly, though, and it was discovered that the snake was still on the ceiling piece but was retreating into the attic. Her father and two younger brothers then proceeded to catch the snake, take it outside, and release it.

My author is not afraid of snakes. She even volunteered to help hold the snake (and big fat black ratsnake that was more than four feet long) while her family took pictures. But finding one in her room (especially one that looked brown in the current lighting, therefore making her fear it a rattlesnake or some other venomous kind) was… difficult, shall we say.

Now to the point of the story.

Everyone has childhood fears. We outgrow them eventually, but they still lurk in your minds, forgotten but not gone. And while many of us will never wake up to find their fear an actual reality under the light of day, for many of us, in those dark hours between lights out and the land of dreams, those fears are tangible. Inescapable. Real. And they will remain so unless we take steps to defeat them.

My author volunteered to hold the snake for two reasons.

Number One: She wasn’t afraid of snakes. Rather likes them, in fact.

Number Two: She didn’t want that to change.

Above many things, my author hates debilitating fear. She understood if she didn’t reach out and hold the thing that brought her nightmare to life, the nightmare might grow. The fear that poisoned her nights may end up poisoning her days, making her flee in fear from something she once enjoyed. Paralyzing her in moments when action is needed. So she held the snake.

As I said before, I was afraid of rabbits. When my¬†Mammami¬†discovered what my nightmares were about, she devised a plan. My¬†Mammami is a wise lady, so she knew that the best way to defeat your fears are to confront them, hold them in your hands, and throw them away. Far, far away where their ability to hurt you is small and faint. So my¬†Mammami had me do two things–she gave us all rabbit stew to eat for an entire week, and she gave me a baby bunny, as a pet. The rabbit stew taught me that despite the overwhelming evil of the rabbits, they could be defeated.

The baby bunny was a tiny thing, so small I could nearly hold it one hand. It taught me that the rabbits didn’t have an overwhelming evil, after all.

I named that bunny “Nyacaon”.¬†In the tongue of my cousin’s people, that means “No Fear”.

My author tells me that someone once said “The only thing we have to fear is Fear Itself”. It’s not whatever you are facing that paralyzes you, it’s your fear. Defeat your fear, and half the battle is already over.

So, when you are all grown up and your children come to you (or even now, with your younger siblings, if you have them), frightened and sniffling, don’t tell them there’s nothing to be afraid of. Have them hold their fear in their hands and¬†show them there’s nothing to be afraid of. Hearing someone tell you something is knowing, having someone show it to you is believing.

And in the rare case this might not work, there’s one last, best thing to do. Remind them that even when they lie awake at night, all alone, staring at the lump at the end of the bed, they aren’t truly alone. There will always be Someone there with them, ready to face and fend off their fears and, when they fall asleep, to fill their dreams with light.

Farewell for now! May we all never wake up to find our childhood fears have come true. Especially me. Because being swarmed by a colony of evil rabbits is something no one should have to experience.

Now if you will excuse me, I have to go put some mulberries in a laughing High Prince’s bed.

~Nikken

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~Favorite~

“What is your favorite animal? What is your favorite color? What is your favorite season?”

All of these are traditional ice breaker questions you’re asked when someone’s trying to get to know you. I never know what to answer. I don’t have a favorite animal. I love several of them. I don’t have a favorite color. There’s at least three I can’t decide between. How can I decide between all the seasons when they all have such wonderful contributions to the year?

I can’t decide. I don’t want to decide.

Then, as I was eating lunch at my friend’s house today, her younger sister asked her “can you have more than one favorite?”, looking for a resolution to an argument she was having with a brother about their favorite fast food restaurants.

“Sure” my friend replied, mainly saying it to keep the sister away from her as she was trying to read her book, not realising she said something rather remarkable, something that made me redesign the way I’m going to think from now on.

Where does it say that you can have only one favorite?

So, now I am resolved that whenever someone asks me those questions, I will respond with all my favorites. I’ll tell them I love cats, dogs, echidnas, and tasmanian devils. I’ll delve into how I love pink just as much as red, orange, or blue. I’ll list the pros and cons of all the seasons, settling on the answer that I love all of them.

Feel free to say that you have many favorites, whether it be between flavors or children (since we know you’re not supposed to have just one favorite with the latter). However, if you do truly only have one favorite, that’s ok too (though don’t tell your kids that).

Have a great day everyone!

You’re all my favorite people ūüôā

Jese

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A Sentence That Creates a Paradox

As someone who spends way too much time on the internet, I am here to tell you a sentence that, no matter what decision you come to concerning it, will leave you in a paradox.

You might have either figured this out before or seen it somewhere else (if so, you’ve done more internet surfing than I ever have), but that doesn’t matter. You can just skip this post and read something else, but if this is a new concept for you, I urge you to sit down and ponder.

Keep reading. I know you’re curious.

It’ll come. I promise you

Here we go:

Don’t believe anything on the internet!

A very very very simple sentence that can and will create a paradox.

If you disagree with this statement, you’re saying you believe anything on the internet, but by disagreeing with what I’m saying, you’re disbelieving something on the internet, which goes against the conclusion you just came to.

If you agree with this statement, you have yet another paradox. You’re agreeing that you shouldn’t believe anything on the internet, but because you read this post¬†on the internet, you have gone against your conviction and believed what I said.

see you later ūüôā

Jese

 

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Of the Second Author of this Blog (because he doesn’t like to be left out)

Heiliel! That’s how you say¬†hello and¬†goodbye where I¬†come from. My author tells me it’s like the word¬†aloha that the¬†Hawaiians use (though I don’t know who these¬†Hawaiians are. My only guess is that they have something to do with Hawaiian pizza).

Anyway, I should probably introduce myself. I am Lord Nikkenel Balonsson of the House of Tale, and I come to you from the distant past to regale you with my awesomeness. (Just kidding ;)). But my friends call me Nikken, and I hope you will too!

Because you’re probably very curious about me, I’m going to steal one of Jese’s ideas and make a list about myself (no, it’s not plagiarism, it’s¬†imitation. Best form of flattery, and all that. Why would you think it’s plagiarism?).

  • I am also extroverted. Very much so.
  • While I do really, really love apple pie, it’s not my favorite kind (shhh!¬†Don’t tell Jese). My favorite is the berry pie my¬†mammami¬†makes for special occasions and holidays, like¬†Summer’s Eve or the Day of the Ships.
  • I am actually¬†a twin. My brother Tory is the older one, and we look almost identical, except Tory is obsessed with neatness and always tries to comb his hair back into a tail or something (an effort that often ultimately fails). I am not so foolish, and strive to leave my hair the way the Father made it (unless¬†Mammami goes after it with her Brush of Doom). I also have a little sister, Astera, but I’m closer to Tory–probably because we’re twins.
  • I, too, an am imaginary friend, and I belong to the best friend of Jese’s author. But, unlike Jese, I actually¬†do live in this world, except I live a¬†long, long time ago (but not in a galaxy far far away, fyi), and in a country that doesn’t¬†technically exist. I would tell you more, but my author is tyrannical and doesn’t like me to tell you guys¬†*too* many secrets (she’s one of those authors that holds onto her secrets and plot points like my brother holds onto honey biscuits).
  • Even though I am only fourteen years old, I am a general. My author tells me I have a great ability for strategy and much bravery, but my cousin the High Prince said making me a general will probably be the doom of us all. I prefer to listen to my author’s point of view.

Since Jese is going to take care of writing the stories and impassioned fandom bursts, I’ll be here to give you all sorts of recipes and funny tales. My aim is to pleased.

Until next time!

May the light of the Father’s Star shine always upon your sword,

~Nikken

 

 

 

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About the Author(s) and the Blog

I am awesome. That is all you should know about me.

Haha. Just kidding.

Hi! My name is Jese (no, I did not spell that wrong). I am a teenager who is immersed into many things; fandom, sleeping, reading, and most of all Apple Pie.

You can forget everything I have told you and everything I will tell you just so long as you remember that last bit of information.

I love apple pie.

So other random tidbits of information about me:

  • I am an extrovert
  • I love other foods than just apple pie (like Pizza)
  • I am the youngest of three siblings
  • I am an imaginary friend
  • Which means I’m not real. Well, not to most people. But I don’t let that slow me down.
  • I live in a fantasy world out of my author’s imagination, but I spend¬†a lot of my time in this world vacationing watching Netflix.

Well. Now that you know about me, I would like to tell you a bit about this blog.

I will be posting anything from fandom rants to original stories, and maybe a few recipes (though I am well known for being a disaster in the kitchen).

And now I shall introduce my friend who will help me blog on this site (adding his culinary expertise and sarcastic humor). His name is Nikken. He is also imaginary, though we do not have the same author. We are best friends because:

  • We look alike (kinda)
  • We both love food
  • We are exceptionally fond of apple pie
  • We have a very similar sense of humor.
  • Best Friendship cannot be explained in just five points or in just one blog post.

Together, we’re looking forward to this blogging experience and hope that you will all enjoy reading this blog as much as we enjoy writing it.

Until next time,

Jese

(and Nikken)