Beauty and The Beast which leads me to The Third Kingdom [Omen Machine Sequel]


So I was sure I had written a post about this like two months ago, but with starting Uni this semester and the general confusion that is my life I’ve apparently failed to do so.

You see there is this new show with Lana Lang from Smallville (which I use to watch obsessively but gave up on in the end, the show not Lana Lang) called Beauty and the Beast(come on I know you’ve heard of it.) It’s supposedly a re-make of a 80’s show but my friend who has seen the original tells me they are nothing alike. But that’s not really the point. We will be getting to the point after a little show and tell.

This is the poster for the show!

This is a capture from one of the more recent episodes! Anyone recognize her?

That’s Bridget Regan of the Sword of Truth series where she be Kahlan Amnell – Mother Confessor extraordinary!


Recognize her now?

(I know the dark hair was much cuter than the red and her boobies look way good in this pic. But never mind, moving on, getting to the point in this decade…)

Okay so this is what I thought I had written. I just watched Bridget Regan from Sword of Truth in this new CW series and it made me remember there was a new Terry Goodkind/ Richard & Kahlan novel out. I mean The Omen Machine but remembering that I thought – “that was quite a while ago.” Like summer of 2011.

So I’m thinking there should be a new one out or at least a date for when it will be released but I found nothing. Then when I re-checked things so I’d be able to say I had just checked – I found that there is actually a new book coming this summer called THE THIRD KINGDOM. It’s the sequel to The Omen Machine!

So I had to get up and do a happy little dance.

I mean Wizard’s First Rule is one of my absolute favorite books in the world. Some people hate Goodkind’s work and think Richard/Kahlan’s love story is super cliche and all that but I adore R/K and Goodkind is a truly fantastic writer. I love his world, I love the Mord’Sith, the magic, the plotting he does, how it all ties so neatly together. I wish I could do that. Also -did I mention I love Richard and Kahlan (and Nicci.) They are like old friends.

So just wanted to tell you all – I can’t wait for August 6th!

<– click to get to Amazon’s page for The Third Kingdom!


Slutty Snow White + Hansel And Gretel: Witch Hunters


Hansel and Gretel: Witch Hunters!

So we all know the story – Hansel and Gretel go into the woods and find a house of candy. Inside there is a witch that nearly kills them but they manage to kill her first. This is the super R rated version – where they’re all grown up and badass!

I’ve been waiting to see this movie since I first heard about it in the fall (here it only premiered February 28th and I managed to get myself to a cinema yesterday!) and let me tell you this! I was not disappointed!

I mean it has a fairy tale aspect to it (I love my fairy tales.) It has Gemma Arterton in it (I’ve sadly watched Prince of Persia Sands of Time 10 times because she’s in it. I think I have a tiny bit of a lesbian crush on her.) It has super cool guns. Lots of violence. Lots of the main characters getting their asses beat Down.  Lots of awesome witty lines.

(like these- “Cutting off her head tends to work.”/ “She looks angry.” “Wouldn’t you be if you had a face like that?”/ “…we learned a couple of things one; never walk into a house made of candy and two if you’re going to kill a witch set her ass on fire.”/ “A troll?” “Trolls are extra.” / “And, and you have my pumpkin.”/ “Whatever you do, don’t eat the fucking candy.”/ “Edward, you want to knock?”/ “I hate to break this to you, but this isn’t gonna be an open casket.”)

Cool settings. Leather.  Gemma Arterton in leather. More guns. Magic. A house made of candy. What’s not to love?

My only complaint was that it was too short. I could have kept watching for another half an hour. But on the other hand it was pretty neatly wrapped up in that one hour and thirty minutes. Really there is nothing to complain about. I’ll know some people will be some what disturbed by this movie and complain Hollywood is running out of ideas, that their accents are wrong and are over-sexing and over using our sweet fairy tales – but I loved it. It was entertaining and action packed + better written and acted than most stuff being thrown at us.

The steampunk-ish(because this was steampunk-y) aspects totally worked (Hansel has diabetes. And he’s got insulin to treat it with. In, like, the middle ages. How cool is that?!? And there are drawing of missing kids attached to the glass bottles of milk. Epic. And of course the weapons.) The audio/sound/effects were awesome.  The script was awesome. The characters were cool and truly badass, and just the right amount brutal. The acting was great. Hansel and Gretel had great chemistry. The Troll is named Edward (just that has to make you love it! take that Twilight people. Edward is a troll. lol.)

Even the 3D which I usually just find bothersome was epic. The arrows were coming right at me! Over all – this was totally my movie of the year. (I’ve yet to watch Joss Whedon‘s The Cabin in the Woods but since it came out last year it won’t matter! Me

Go and see it! In the cinema with the 3D and big screen. It’s really the best way to see a movie! Go! Now!


I Want Uplifting Dystopias


Like the title says: I want uplifting dystopias.

I want the hero(s) of the story to rise up above the injustices, repression and darkness and shine. I want them to be the best we all can be in a world were no one even tries. I want them to beat the bad guy, fight the man or destroy the evil machines.  I want them to change their lives or world for the better.

That’s why I want to read dystopias.

Not to get depressed right along side the characters.

Not to realize the world is just the way it is and nothing can be done.

Not to read the whole story and in the end have the character admit defeat and join the anti-magic movement or give up their powers.

Now you might wonder why the heck am I going on about dystopias and changing the world. It actually has to do with something from Disney Channel. Now all your eyebrows are shooting up, but yes. Disney Channel.

You see I by accident stumbled upon the Wizard’s of Waverly Place series. A family of wizards living in New York, where the kids keep messing with magic and getting in trouble. It’s mostly kind of light and totally hilarious(and Selena Gomez is as cute as a button in it). I guess maybe I’m a little older than the intended audience but the jokes crack me up all the same.

Back to the dystopian thing. Like with all shows I obsessively watch I tend to read fan fiction on them. Since this was a h

umor series and there was no real couple to ship I wasn’t expecting anything good to read at all. Only people seem to love to write Dark Fics for this series and apparently there is a couple to ship.

Alex and Justin.

The older brother and sister.

Which when I got over the sort of ick factor I could sort of dig. Beside the fact that I would never ever want to see it on the show (which I sort of do with most couples I ship) I sort of find the fics about it kind of interesting. It’s not like that many people write about incest. And the characters have great chemistry – I mean they fight with each other 98% of the time and then save each other and hug it out the 2% of the time. And they’re both cute and the same age. I get why there would be people getting behind that.

So what does this have to do with dystopians? Well, one of the  the fan-fic I read (called In Fire, In Ice) is set in a world were magic suddenly becomes known and the Wizards of the world become hunted. Lots of other things happen but in the end Alex is without her powers and Justin decides to give his up forever. They just sort of roll over and let the humans win. That’s not what I’m looking for when I start reading something depressing. I want things to get better and the world to change. So even though it was a fairly good (and totally well written) fic, it still left me pissed off.

Cover of "The Hunger Games"

I guess that might be why The Hunger Games worked for me – in the end both characters get to live. They sort of beat the system and all the Career Tributes die. That’s good enough for me. Sure there is the revolution in the other books but that was sort of too much(at least for me and I stopped reading after chapter two of book three). I was fine with someone sticking it to the man, on a scale that was believable

and sort of changing things a bit.

Okay so I might be saying I think “too much happy/changed ending is just as bad as too little.” Urg, now I’m getting a bit off topic and this is turning into a book not a blog post. Even if dystopians are a little bit yesterdays news I kind of think it’s important to think about what you want to do and make sure to keep the tone right.

That was maybe why I was disappointed by the fan-fic. I was expecting a heartwarming reunion Disney Channel style. Or at least some sort of happy ending, even if in some sense the ending in the fic might have been happy…no it wasn’t. That ending was just…empty.


The lesson might be one that can be applied to all sorts of writing; fan-fiction and otherwise. Don’t change the tone of your story! That makes people pissed off. Also makes them write rambling blog post (which might be good for promotional purposes!) that no one will bother to read to the end!

Okay! I’m done with my rambling! Only 20 days until Christmas! Whoo-ho!

Creepy Crawlies, JOY, Best Writing Pages& Cupcake…


Just hit my 50,000 mark over at NaNoWriMo (my profile) and I’m feeling pretty awesome about myself. But note to self for next year : Sit down and plot it all out before you digging yourself in too deep in a mystery you have no clue how to solve. Right now I’m so confused about my story I’m pretty sure it won’t ever make sense. And not only does it have no ending, it has too many badies and a donkey that shouldn’t be there. Also need to figure out what the Creepy Crawlies are doing there. And the little redheaded girl who is semi-insane. Yes. December will be a wonderful time of editorial Joy (Hehe sort of a word pun or something because my MC is named Joy…)

So while we are on the topic of plotting (and failing to do so) I’m going to move on to telling everyone and anyone reading this blog about my fave pages for writing-tips. I’m always looking for good websites with helpful writing tips, because lets face it, we can all just get better (at least it’s more hopeful to think we can get better.) So I’m always extra happy when I find one (and spend a few hours reading it instead of writing. A little bit counter productive maybe…)

The very first one I ever found and used is How to write Fan Fiction  and the latest one Novel Writing Help both have some pretty solid advice and it can be really good to brush up on old stuff we’ve read about writing. Another favorite of mine is A few things a Writer Can Learn from Harry Potter. 

Also I have the sweetest mom ever; look what she made me! (And I know it’s kind of lame to like food made into faces when your twenty but what can I say; I love food with faces and I’m damned proud of it!)

It Has Begun!


So first day of NaNoWriMo has come and gone. I did not freak out or die a horrible painful death (did wake up in a cold sweat a few times thinking my antagonist was coming to get me.) I now have 2,000+ words, a plot, but no ending. Which I suppose is better than no plot and no ending but a lot worse than having an ending but no plot.

I did not manage the short story in time for Halloween, but here it is, just one day late. It was written for a contest on Deviant-Art (Maim Your Protagonist) but it’s kind of scary(especially if you fear the dentist). Not very Halloween-y though. The one I started for Halloween is still half-finished and with NaNo upon us, will probably remain that way.



I struggled in the darkness, trying desperately to get free, get the hood off, anything. But it was to no avail, the person holding me was stronger, bigger and clearly determined not to let go. A door opened and the smell of mouth wash and rubbing alcohol reached my nose. I felt my stomach start to cramp.

This couldn’t be real. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. I was going to get married; live happily ever after, away from the darkness and violence. Away from my family.

I was pushed down in a hard and uncomfortable seat and my hood tugged off. Swallowing and gasping for air I looked around. Upon seeing where we were, my earlier fear doubled.

“What are we doing here?” I managed to ask, already knowing.

“Guess,” the one who had just removed my hood said mockingly.

“No,” I whispered, scrambling off the dentist chair and to the back of the room. There was no back door or window to escape through.

”This was your choice darling,” my father told me, stepping closer to me, away from the others. “You chose to be with a mortal.”

I felt my eyes go wide.“But you can’t take my teeth. I need them.”

“Normal-looking human teeth will grow out in a day or so. You’ll be fine for your wedding.” Like I cared about the wedding. They were going to take my teeth. But they couldn’t do that. It wasn’t right. They just couldn’t.

Only they could.

There were four of them besides my father, all big, strong and loyal to him. I glared at Tommy when I noticed him in the back. He had always been dad’s favorite. Always been so eager to serve. The good son. I wanted to spit or yell at him but I was paralyzed with fear as the four of them began to approach me.

There was no point in struggling, but I did, for a moment, ramming my elbow in Tommy’s gut. Then they got a good grip on me and slammed me down in the dentist chair again, holding me down. I couldn’t see as a bright light was turned on right above me.

It happened faster than I thought it would. My mouth was forced open and while I still couldn’t see I could feel when something scraped around my left incisor. I tried to beg for them to stop but all that came out was a gurgle.

Then white hot pain made my scull feel like it was on fire, like a bomb had detonated in there. I tasted my own blood, felt it gush down my throat. But it wasn’t over yet, and no one seemed to care I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t see, couldn’t think.

“Pa?” Tommy’s questioning voice made a sliver of hope grow inside of me. Please Tommy make it stop.

“Get it done quick. Stopping now will only make it worse.”

And like always, Tommy did what father said, what father wanted. When the second tooth was dropped into something metal, the hand forcing my mouth open let go and I wailed. I wasn’t sure how much time passed, a minute or an hour. Maybe a life time.

“Don’t worry,” my father suddenly whispered, leaning close and touching my hair. I struggled to get away from him but my brother was still holding my shoulders down. ”You will learn to live off human food. I hear it’s not so horrible after the first few years. Let her up.”

Tommy immediately let go of me, and first then I realized the three others were gone. Still feeling dizzy with the pain I forced myself to get up, my hands reaching for the metal container holding my teeth. I picked them up, staring with horror at my fangs, my beautiful beloved fangs. I felt wetness trail down my face, tears, snot and blood from my still bleeding gums. The later was staining my favorite shirt. I didn’t care. It didn’t matter anymore.

Nothing mattered.

“Natalia,” Tommy said, reaching for me. Suddenly realizing my father and Tommy were still in the room, made me shake. Not with fear this time. No, with righteous anger.  They had done this to me. I screamed a blood curling scream I knew even the people down the street would hear. My father plastered on the bored expression he usually reserved for children throwing temper tantrum during Gatherings.

“I hate you,” I shrieked. Neither my father nor Tommy seemed too bothered by hearing this. Crying, I sank to the floor one had over my bleeding mouth and the other clutching my bloody fangs to my chest. “I hate you,” I said, again, weaker. Because it wasn’t their fault. Not really.

I had brought this on myself.

Falling in love with a human. How foolish. How weak. They had all tried to tell me. I hadn’t listened. I hadn’t, and now I was paying for it. Everything I was; gone. I wasn’t vampire. I wasn’t human. I wasn’t anything.

I stared up at my father, feeling defeated. He smiled as if he could read my thoughts in my eyes.”Don’t worry darling. You’ll learn to live with it. Everyone hates themselves and how their lives turned out a little bit.“


[The story along with all original characters is the sole property of the author and cannot be used without expressed permission first.]

Yep… that was that. If you liked feel very free to tell me! If you hated it feel free to tell me that too! 😀

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So this is me…


Current state of mind: freaking out about NaNoWriMo. I still do not have a full outline and we’re starting in four days. Oh the anxiety (this is the girl that gets hives from not having an outline for a three chapter novella) but I will prevail…hopefully! Right now I’m more excited about Halloween and I will probably soon get a post up about what I’m planing for my favorite holiday!

Jennifer K