Creative Writing Podcast Guide: 2. Write or Die

Episode title: "Write or Die" Episode 1
Host: Connie
Co-Host: Sahar

Featured Guest: Author Keri aka Sly

Forum Guest: BellaTatra

Topics: Website Write or Die, First person Third Person Perspectives & Time lines

Synopsis: The writing tool Write or Die, the usage of plotting time lines and the difference between first and third perspective are discussed in the pilot episode. Keri, a.k.a Sly is interviewed before reading from her novel Sub Rosa. The live talk forum has an open discussion about her work as well as their opinions on the topics. The first writing challenge was given.

Music: The Doors "Five To One", Q-Tip "Gettin Up", Bowling For Soup " High School Never Ends" & Foo Fighters "Everlong"

Challenge: Write a scene that ends with two people making up after a long misunderstanding that kept them apart.

Quote:

Sinclair Lewis once said: It is impossible to discourage the real writers - they don't give a damn what you say, they're going to write.

Excerpt from "Sub Rosa"

“Ugh, it’s all over my hair,” her partner, Ardre, groaned. Shaking his long mane out, a few droplets of blood scattered onto her face. She wiped it off with a grimace. “Why did I have to get so close to her?”

“Because you’re the only elf in Cloverwood who can’t use a bow.” Ros tugged the crimson hood up over her head. The cape was a mark of her station: the lowest of low in the Raven’s Claw Assassins Guild. You name them, they kill them.

“I’m not from Cloverwood. I’m from Compossius. We don’t use arrows there. Really, it’s a waste of resources and who’s to say it’s going to kill a man? No, we in Compossius use nice, thin swords that pierce right through the heart and soul and rip them out in a hole neat enough that it barely bleeds.” He took the hilt of his rapier in his hand, grinning through his makeup. The edges around his mouth were starting to crumble away, showing his green tinted skin.

“And here I thought it’s because you couldn’t pick up a sword that weighed more than five pounds,” she muttered, burrowing deeper into her cloak. The temperature near the Bay of Ira always rested a good deal below the mainland. And that type of cold stuck in your bones and never found its way out.

“Very funny, Rosalin. At least we from Compossius don’t lumber about like oafs as you humans do.”

“I was sure you were kicked out of Compossius, Ardre, so why do you insist on bringing it up? A bit bitter?” The road ahead of them veered sharply to the left, but she continued forward through the bramble.

Website Links: Write or Die

The Doors "Five To One"