The Mystery Blogger Award

I feel like something about this kind of fits with the aesthetic of my blog. I don’t know why.

Also, I haven’t been posting enough, I know. I have too many ideas and not enough ideas I just love. But I want to write more! I just need to get back on schedule.


  1. Put the award logo/image on your blog.
  2. List the rules.
  3. Thank whoever nominated you and provide a link to their blog. (Thank you, Weez!)
  4. Mention the creator of the award and provide a link as well. ( )
  5. Tell your readers 3 things about yourself. (Three sounds manageable)
  6. You have to nominate 10-20 people. (That does not sound manageable.)
  7. Notify your nominees by commenting on their blog. (I will tryyy)
  8. Ask your nominees any 5 questions of your choice; with one weird or funny question (specify). (Aren’t all my questions weird?)
  9. Share a link to your best post(s). (Yes *fist pump*)


  1. What three songs sum up your life?

Can I tweak this to be song artists instead? Halsey for my melodramatic side, Florence + the Machine for my artistic side, and idk probably some emo rock band or something

2. If you were five colors, what colors would they be?


I feel like blue manages to be chill and passionate at the same time.


Green is unchanging and ancient and foresty and no, I don’t know what I’m saying either, but it fits me.


I can’t really describe why this feels right, but it just does. There’s just something about purple.

Rose pink/sunset pink

Idk man it just fits okay (these answers are getting more and more deep)


This probably more true of me from three years ago rather than right now, but it still kind of fits. And I put waay too much thought into colors. I even type my characters to a colour, and it helps me with characterization.

3. What’s your favorite shirt right now?

Still the tapeworm shirt, I think (also I just typoed ‘shirt’ as a swear word, glad I caught that before publishing this post oops)

4. (weird question) do letters have corresponding colors?

YES. I think the colorful alphabet fridge magnets did it to me. I do it more to numbers, though.

A is red and kind of a go-getter letter. B is navy, and very laid-back. C is orangish yellow and–you get the picture.

5. What’s one movie Disney should never remake (controversial questions asked by Weez) ?


I honestly wouldn’t mind if they remade Snow White. I want to watch Aladdin. I could possibly watch their Sword in the Stone remake, as long as it’s on Netflix. So I’m not against remakes as a concept, but…I do wish there weren’t quite so many. And I wish the effort they put into remakes was put into original content instead. I want more retellings, and just…Original content. It’s all I ask for. WE ALL KNOW YOU’RE A SOULLESS MONEY-EATING CONGLOMERATE, DISNEY, YOU DON’T HAVE TO PROVE IT TO US.

Ahem. So, three facts about myself?

No. Never mind, I can’t do this. My brain either wants to give the dullest, most generic information or else it wants to overshare like a drunk friend at a party. I can’t.

And a link to my very favorite post. This is very hard all of the sudden.

Oh wait, never mind, it’s this one.

So, five questions!

  1. Is there a fairy tale or myth you think should be retold more?
  2. Coffee or tea?
  3. (weird question) What’s your favorite out of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse?
  4. What’s some writing advice you personally don’t follow?
  5. What’s your least favorite book?

I tag:


Jenna Terese



And whoever happens to read this! Consider yourself tagged, and thank you for putting up with this messy post all the way to the end.


Le Morte D’Arthur, book 1, part 18

You know that episode in that TV series you watch that has you wondering if the scriptwriters were high while writing it? Well, this section is that, but for books, and I am LOVING IT.

‘Sir knight,’ said the king, ‘leave that quest and suffer me to have it, and I will follow it another twelvemonth.’ [Because you’ll totally be able to fit that in with all of your other responsibilities! 😀 This is starting to feel like something I would do, oh no]

‘Ah, fool,’ said the knight unto Arthur, ‘your desire is in vain, for it shall never be achieved except by me or my next kin.’ [Wait, but Palomides wasn’t related to Pellinore that I know of and…Oh, never mind.] Therewith he started unto the king’s horse and mounted into the saddle, and said, ‘gramercy, this horse is mine own.’

‘Well,’ said the king, ‘you may take my horse by force, but I might prove whether you are better on horseback or I.’ [Arthur, this never ends well (at least not in real life)]

‘Well,’ said the knight, ‘seek me here when you will, and here by this well you shall find me.’ And so he passed on his way.

Then the king sat in thought and bade his men fetch his horse as fast as ever they might. Right so came by him Merlin, like a child of fourteen years of age, and saluted the king, and asked him why he was so pensive. ‘I may well be pensive,’ said the king, ‘for I have seen the most marvelous sight that I have ever seen.’

‘That I know well,’ said Merlin, ‘as well as yourself and of all your thoughts. But you are a fool to take thought, for it will not amend you. Also I know what you are, and who your father was, and of whom you were begotten. King Uther Pendragon was your father, and begat you on Igraine.’ [Merlin, have you heard the phrase, ‘locking the barn after the horse is stolen?’ You should have told this to him years ago.]

‘That is false,’ said King Arthur. ‘How should you know it? You are not so old of years as to know my father.’

‘Yes,’ said Merlin. ‘I know it better than you or any man living.’

‘I will not believe you,’ said Arthur, and he was wroth with the child. So Merlin departed and came again in the likeness of an old man of fourscore years of age, whereof the king was right glad, for he seemed to be an upright man.

Then said the old man, ‘why are you so sad?’

‘I may well be heavy-hearted,’ said Arthur, ‘for many things. Also here was a child who told me many things that it seemed to me that he should not know, for he was not of an age to know my father.’

‘Yes,’ said the old man. ‘The child told you the truth, and more would he have told you if you would have suffered him. But you have done a thing of late that God is displeased with you, for you have lain with your sister, and on her you have gotten a child that shall destroy you and all the knights of your realm.’ [Aw, Mordred, my precious murder-child] [Also, WHOSE FAULT IS THIS, MERLIN. I ASK YOU.]

[Literally the only reason why I like Mordred is because I’m writing him, he is such a garbage fire, seriously] [But he’s a garbage fire we stan]

‘What are you,’ said Arthur, ‘that tells me these tidings?’

‘I am Merlin, and I was he in the child’s likeness.’

‘Ah,’ said King Arthur, ‘you are a marvelous man; but I marvel much at your words that I must die in battle.’ […That’s what you’re focusing on right now? That is a pretty awful thing to find out, I guess. But I still think it’s funny.]

[Arthur: I slept with my sister? ‘Kay, whatever. Wait, I’m going to die in battle?]

‘Marvel not,’ said Merlin, ‘for it is God’s will your body be punished for your foul deeds. But I may well be sorry, for I shall die a shameful death, to be put in the earth quick, and you shall die a worshipful death.’ And as they talked of this, someone came with the king’s horse, and so the king mounted on his horse and Merlin on another, and so they rode unto Caerleon. And anon the king asked Ector and Ulfius how he was begotten, and they told him Uther Pendragon was his father, and Queen Igraine was his mother.

Then he said to Merlin, ‘I will that my mother be sent for that I may speak with her. And if she says so herself, then will I believe it.’ [Yayy, Igraine is briefly back in the story, I’ve missed her] In all haste the queen was sent for, and she came and brought with her Morgan le Fey, her daughter, who was as fair a lady as any might be, and the king welcomed Igraine in the best manner.

Yay, I am (sort of) on schedule! A little late in the day, but no matter. That makes me unreasonably happy.

The Skeleton Harp–A “The Twa Sisters” short story

I have come to you today with a short story retelling a English/Scottish ballad! There are tons of versions of this, some showing up in places as far away as Sweden or Norway. And it shows up in other places in Northern Europe, too. Basically, it’s an old story that has had time to spread around.

It seems like posting a story once a month has sort of become a bit of a thing for me lately. I haven’t been writing much this month (I’ve begun to get started again, but I’m still sort of trying to find my groove), but I’d written this one last month. So! Here you go.

Variants of the ballad may be found here; a version put into song may be found here; and my Pinterest board (yes, of course I made a Pinterest board) may be found here.

There had been silence in the castle ever since their sister Isobel had fallen into the river by the mill, and right now it hung over the great hall, feeling tangible. Even the knights and servants were quiet as they ate, the only sounds an occasional clink of metal or a murmur as someone whispered something. The silence surrounded them all and cloaked them like a funeral shroud, and Jane felt smothered and choked by it. “The river has flooded,” Jane said softly, just to say something. She leaned into her older sister Ellen and listened to the rain begin to sprinkle down in the courtyard. “William said so when he came in.” William was the only person who would listen to her speak now, the only one who’d listen as she babbled some nothing as she embroidered, the only one who told her the gossip from the town. She was in a sorry state when the only person who would talk to her was a man she despised.

Jane huddled into her cloak, but the cold still bit into her. William was her father’s knight and her sisters’ lover—both her sisters. He had courted Ellen, giving her all kinds of gifts, but that hadn’t stopped him from kissing Isobel when no one else was there. Except Jane. Because she kept walking in on them by accident. Jane had hated them both, and hated the smile on Ellen’s face whenever William walked in the room. She’d kept quiet, until William began to talk to her father of marriage. Then she’d finally broke and told Ellen. Ellen had listened, her lips tight, but her only change was her treatment of Isobel, and she never sent William away. Jane wasn’t sure what she had expected to happen. Isobel had drowned a month later, walking along the river strand. Ellen had cried herself to sleep for months afterwards, and she’d barely had an appetite since it happened. She was too thin.

Jane scraped her chicken onto Ellen’s plate with a smile. The knife scratched loudly against her plate, earning her a look from her father. Ellen looked at it and pushed it away. Jane’s smile faded into a bitter grimace, her hands clutching the cold wood of her chair. There was an emptiness to this castle that could not be chased away, no matter how many nice things she did. It had always been there. But now it tightened around their necks like the noose.

A loud crack of thunder pealed, and the rain began in earnest, pelting the stone. The doors of the hall were thrown open with a crash, and a dead woman walked through them, her skin stretched tight over her body and a skeleton smile on her face. Jane’s father sprang to his feet with a loud curse, the only life this hall had seen in months. Ellen did nothing except watch the woman with a fanatic expression almost as dead as hers.

The only living thing the woman had was her golden hair, bright and gleaming and falling down past her waist. There was something horribly familiar about her hair, but Jane would not think why. “I come bringing a miracle and a curse,” the woman said in a rich, resounding voice. “But this place will no longer hold miracles, and so I deliver only the curse.”

 “What devil dares impersonate my daughter?” her mother whispered. The cold dread that had been coming over Jane washed over her in a flood, nearly bringing her to her knees. So her mother had noticed, too. “Begone from this place.”

“I am no devil,” said Isobel, with a smile that sent a shiver through Jane. “I am nothing but the river.” She waited for a response, but none came. She shrugged and brought out a harp from behind her. Jane did not realize at first what it was made of until it hit her in a horrible realization. She clapped a hand to her mouth, trying to push down the vomit rising in her. This was a nightmare. “A harper found my body and cut my breast-bone for his harp and took my hair for his strings,” Isobel said with a laugh. “He thought he could make a fortune with the magic, but the magic sung him to madness and took his soul. He clawed out his own eyes,” she added happily. Someone had desecrated her sister’s body? Or…She couldn’t process it anymore. “But it was magic, and dark magic, too.” She stepped back, and the harp began to sing, and this was Isobel’s voice, high and clear.

Farewell, my father and mother dear, and another song intertwined with it to sing of a sister who pushed the younger in as they were walking along the river strand,

By the bonny mill-dams of Binnorie,

Farewell to William my sweetheart,

Binnorie, O, Binnorie,

And woe to my sister who drowned me,

By the bonny mill-dams of Binnorie.

The harp broke with a loud crack that sounded through the room. “Sister?” said Isobel to Ellen, holding out her hand.

“Of course,” Ellen whispered viciously, walking over to her. She took the hand, and Isobel began to lead Ellen out of the room.

“No!” Jane screamed, running toward them. “No, leave her!” Her parents did nothing. She clawed at Isobel’s hand, but both her sisters shoved her to the floor.

“A life for a life,” Ellen said. “That is what you desire, isn’t it, river?”

She tossed a smile over her shoulder at Ellen. “It is possible.” Jane jumped back to her feet, pulling at Ellen and trying to tear her away from this spirit, but she couldn’t break Isobel’s grip. She fell down, feeling as if all the strength were gone from her body. She tried to push herself up, and found she couldn’t.

“Take me,” she pleaded. “Take me instead.”

“No, Jane,” Isobel said. “You have no part in this. Leave this place and find a home.” And she led Ellen out the doors and into the misty rain.

I feel like that was unusually dark even for me. Wow.

The number of sisters varies from version to version. Most of the ballads only have two sisters, but a few have three, and I opted to tell it from the point of view of the third sister because, frankly, she is the only sister who comes out of this ballad looking okay. I don’t know that there are any versions where the ghost (or…whatever she was) of the sister comes to the castle rather than the harper, but hey, artistic license.

Le Morte D’Arthur, book 1, part 17

I haven’t updated this series in a couple weeks oops. Oh well, I’m trying to get back on track. Wish me luck!

Oh, by the way, Arthur is having the worst week probably in the history of stories and also a wild Questing Beast appears.

Then, after the departing of King Ban and Bors, King Arthur rode unto Caerleon. And King Lot’s wife of Orkney came thither in manner of a message, but she was sent thither to spy at the court of King Arthur, [may I talk about how much I like that plotline] and she came richly beseen with her four sons, Gawain, Gaheris, Agravaine, and Gareth, [my boys yay] with many other knights and ladies. She was a passing fair lady, so the king cast great love unto her and desired to lie with her, so they were agreed, and he begat upon her Mordred; and she was his sister on the mother’s side, Igraine. [gross gross gross gross][Also, LITERALLY NONE OF THIS WOULD HAVE HAPPENED IF ECTOR OR MERLIN OR JUST sOmEoNe HAD TAKEN ARTHUR ASIDE AND TOLD HIM WHO HIS PARENTS WERE. You fail, every single person who knew about his parents.][Also ew gross why did medieval writers put this in here] So there she rested a month and at the last departed.

Then the king dreamed a marvelous dream whereof he was sore adread. But all the time, King Arthur knew not that King Lot’s wife was his sister. [Okay. So, I looked it up, and Merlin has told King Lot about Arthur’s parentage, hasn’t he? So apparently, we can add Lot to the list of people who have FAILED. Obviously not for failing to tell Arthur about his parents, but maybe just maybe his wife might have been interested in learning she had a brother?] [Oh wait, do you think ‘I’ve declared war on your brother’ was one of those awkward things he was hiding from her?]

This was the dream of Arthur: He thought griffons and serpents had come into this land. And he thought they burned and slew all the people in the land. And then he thought he fought with them, and they did him passing great harm and wounded him full sore, but at the last he slew them. When the king awoke, he was passing heavy-hearted because of his dream, and so to put it out of his thoughts, he made himself ready with many knights to ride out hunting.

As soon as he was in the forest, the king saw a great hart before him. ‘This hart will I chase,’ said King Arthur. And so he spurred the horse and rode after it for a long time. And so by sheer force often he was like to have smote the hart, and the king chased the hart so long that his horse lost his breath and fell down dead. [WHAT not again] [Also, I have no idea whether that’s the correct tense of smite. How I hate that word] [I mean, I love it, but I hate it] So the king saw the hart enbushed and his horse dead, and he sat down by a fountain, and there he fell in great thoughts. [They say fountain but I’m pretty sure it means a spring?]

And as he sat so he thought he heard a noise of hounds, to the sum of thirty. [A very specific sum but okay.] And with that the king saw coming toward him the strangest beast that he ever saw or heard of. So the beast went to the well and drank, and the noise in the beast’s belly was like unto the questing of thirty hounds. But while the beast drank, there was no noise in the beast’s belly, and therewith the beast departed with a great noise, whereof the king had great marvel. [The Questing Beast is so surreal] [There are various explanations for this thing in medieval literature, apparently; some writers had it where it was the offspring of some lady who tried to trick her brother into committing incest, apparently (source: three seconds on Wikipedia)] And so he was in a great thought, and therewith fell asleep. [I love how Arthur’s reaction to a supernatural monster is just to take a nap] [like is he me or something]

Right then came a knight on foot unto Arthur and said, ‘knight full of thought and sleepy, [okay I claim this for my title. From now on plz refer to me as Knight Full of Thought and Sleepy] tell me if you saw a strange beast passed this way.’

‘I saw such a beast,’ said King Arthur, ‘it has gone two miles. What would you want with the beast?’

‘Sir, I have followed that beast for a long time, and killed my horse. [I’m not even surprised anymore][Also, ‘killed my horse’ implies more action than I think happened, pretty sure the horse died of exhaustion for those who were worried] So would God I had another to follow my quest.’ Right so came one with the king’s horse, and when the knight saw the horse, he prayed the king to give him the horse. ‘For I have followed this quest this twelvemonth, and either I shall achieve him or bleed of the best blood of my body.’ Pellinore, that time king, followed the Questing Beast, and after his death Sir Palomides followed it. [Palomides!! :-D]

Incest yaaay, so that’s what this story was missing /s

I honestly have no idea how or why this plotline was put in here. I believe the incest first shows up in the Vulgate Cycle as far as I know? It’s an…odd note, to say the least. Oh well. It’s pretty much set in canon now, as much as Arthurian legend has a canon.

The Star Wars Character Tag

Sarah tagged me for the Star Wars character tag! I love Star Wars. I really, really love Star Wars. (Controversial opinion: The prequels were the best.) So a tag mixing both Star Wars and writing? It’s like it was tailored for me or something.

I watched a clip of Palpatine saying ‘UNLIIIMIITED POWEEEERRRR!1!!’ to gear up for this.

The Rules

1. THERE ARE NO RULES. (Excellent.)

2. Refer to number 1.

3. There is one absolute rule (nooo) (Feel free to read that in a Luke voice if you wish): you MUST use your own characters (OC’s) for this tag. (brownie points if you add pictures of your characters) (Oh okay I’d be so lost and confused if I had to use other people’s characters anyway) (More lost and confused, that is)

4. The Sorta Rule: scream a huge thank you to whoever tagged you for this whilst treating them to a pizza dinner at your favorite pizza chain. (Thank you so much, Sarah!! And enjoy your imaginary pizza, prepared however you like.)

5. The Kinda Rule: include this link in the post so that The Penny can read everyone’s answers to this smol strange tag: (I’m pretty sure the original maker of this tag changed their blog url, but I cannot for the life of me find the original post. Sorry!)

6. The Rule That’s Not Really a Rule But It Would Be Great: include the graphic, and tag at least three Jedi or Sith Lords.

ONE…Who’s your Obi-Wan Kenobi? (sassy, a great mentor, but can be a bit strict)

Annnd we start off with the hard one. No! I can’t write mentors! I can’t write adults! I can only write teenage-to-twenty-something-year-olds staring angstily into each others eyes while detonating bombs or taking over the world!!

Look, I’m serious. The only character I can think of who’s kind of a mentor figure is Morgause and if she is anything like Obi I…

Wait a minute. I won’t claim that she’s anything like Obi-Wan, but:

  1. She tells a few lies here and there. Obi-Wan is like a pathological liar. Morgause probably does not lie nearly as much as he does. Yeah, no, she doesn’t. Whatever lies she’s told, she has never handed the Infanticide Lightsaber to Mordred while talking about what an amazing person his father was before the-villain-who-was-totally-not-his-dad killed him–OBI, WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU
  2. She definitely is pretty snarky
  3. Emotions are soo much easier to deal with when you push them to the side and pretend they aren’t there

So, I’m not saying she’s anything like Obi-Wan, but maybe in another life, she could have hit pretty darn close to this? She’s the closest character I can think of who fits this.

TWO…Who’s your Leia Organa? (feisty, incredible comebacks, does her own thing)

I had to think about this quite a bit, but I’ve finally hit on Livy. She was the main character of a short story that I plan on expanding into a novel eventually. She’s quiet, reserved, and kind, but that doesn’t mean she doesn’t have a backbone. Leia’s a little less quiet, but I still think they’re similar. Livy even looks a little bit like Leia, something I’ve only just realized. And they even have the same hair. And their names both start with L…


Same hair as far as this hairstyle, not as far as Leia’s space buns. Livy is fatter than Leia, and she has a slightly rounder face, but I can still see a bit of a resemblance?

Although I genuinely probably have a lot of characters who could fit into this category, now that I think about it. It seems like maybe a common character type for me? I didn’t even realize that until just now. Kimani, Ye-Seul*, probably Erika, and there are others that I could think of if I wanted to dig through my files.

*Aka, that time I accidentally copied a celebrity’s very unique name. The name was on a list called ‘common Korean names,’ and of course the internet never lies! As a side note, if any of you have a better method of finding foreign names for your characters, do let me know. Baby name sites tend to have whatever name sounds pretty, and those pretty and unusual names aren’t always what’s actually used in the country.

THREE…Who’s your Finn? (overeager, adorable, a cinnamon roll)

Uh. I am not sure if I have one. Tell you what, let’s say Rose from that short story I put on here. She’s about right for those adjectives? I’d say she’s a bit like Finn.

I love Finn, but I don’t write a lot of characters like Finn.

FOUR…Who’s your Padmé? (kind, loving, but also kick-butt)

Padme, also known as MY FAVORITE CHARACTER EVER. And I’m not sure if I can think of a character I have who exactly fits those adjectives–I’ve got a really bad memory–but I’ve always seen Guinevere from my story as being kind of like Padme for some reason. Guinevere isn’t exactly like her, definitely not. Guinevere is probably quite a darker take on this character type, for one thing (her character isn’t set in stone yet, but she’s getting towards a darker take I think). But I get one of those weird feelings that tells me I should put Guinevere down for this one. Sometimes those weird feelings are correct and my subconscious knows what it’s talking about, and sometimes I come back later, squint, and go ‘huh?’ So make of this what you will.

Also, is it just me, or is Padme kind of like (mythological!) Guinevere? Am I the only one who thinks that? Idk, I just see parallels. This feels like one of those dangerous topics I could mull over until I have a half-fledged deranged theory that I proceed to write a 30,000 word essay on. That I dump on you unsuspecting readers. I will get off of this topic because I really do not want to write that article.

Although maybe an article analyzing Star Wars characters’ tropes would be kind of fun…but then I’d have to analyze Star Wars, and that was a really weird and confusing show with dozens of interpretations, and then I’d probably get a bunch of things wrong because it’s been a while since I’ve seen the movies and–ahem. Let’s get off of this topic. It’s dangerous.

Changing the subject, Sepideh from that other story I posted here on the blog could probably fit in here too. Just a hunch.

FIVE…Who’s your Count Dooku? (deliciously evil, extra, sick burns)

Don’t have one. I really don’t.

SIX…Who’s your BB-8? (too cute, everyone loves them, can do no wrong)

I don’t tend to write cute characters very often. I never have.

But if I go way, way back (thirteen-year-old back *shudder*), then I guess Tacey? She was the heroine’s thirteen year old sister, and she was pretty sarcastic, but she was pretty cute.

This was back when I used sentences like ‘my aggravated feelings ceased abruptly’ and when I still thought I was funny. We don’t talk about those days.

SEVEN…Who’s your Yoda? (underestimated, extra, wise)

Confession time: I hate that little green frog. Apologies to all Yoda fans.

But I feel like Arthur is both underestimated and extra and wise. Just a hunch. Arthur is also a really hard character for me to get for some reason, and I’ve begun to just resign myself to that.

EIGHT…Who’s your Anakin Skywalker? (bratty, rebellious, whiny)

I disagree with that description of Ani a bit. He’s certainly whiny. I’ll even acknowledge that he could be seen as bratty. But rebellious? Nah. That boy wants nothing more than to fit in. And that’s what ends up breaking him, because he can’t.

Anakin is my other favorite character ever, so I’ve given him a lot of thought and analysis. Seriously though, I love that boy.

Anyway, I’d say this is a pretty easy one. It’s definitely Mordred. Right down to that monotone thing Hayden Christensen had going!

NINE…Who’s your C3-PO? (always worrying, gives depressing information, constantly wailing)

Oh. Oh goodness. I was right about to say that I have no idea, but…I think it’s Agravaine. I’m going to die. XD

TEN…Who’s your Luke Skywalker? (hero, has been through a lot, has their share of flaws)


Wait. Do I not have a Luke? Luke is pretty much the quintessential hero? Where is my Luke?

I don’t think I have a Luke. Let me go process this information and probably think of the perfect answer as soon as I hit that post button.

Okay, so I guess I should tag people, but I have no idea who has done this and who hasn’t so here’s for three wild guesses:



And I have no idea who else does tags, has not done this yet, and likes Star Wars, so I tag you! Seriously, feel free to do this if you wish.

That was a lot of controversial Star Wars opinions to shove into one post, wow. I’m pretty sure all the Angry Star Wars fans want my blood now. It was so much fun, though. I love Star Wars so much.

Jabbering About a Retelling | Language of Worlds Linkup

So, I turned eighteen this month. NO I WASN’T READY THANK YOU FOR ASKING, LIFE. But anyway, I figured it’d be a nice birthday present to myself to allow me to jabber about my novel here for a bit! Because I don’t think I’ve actually done that much on this blog. I’m just sort of private about my writing, which explains why I made a whole blog to document my writing process. But talking about my writing sort of motivates me, and I need motivation, because I have not been writing in this summer heat. Or doing anything much, tbh. I cannot wait for summer to be over.

Anyway, I discovered a writing linkup called Language of Worlds that gives out several questions for you to answer about your novel every two months, and I figured this was the perfect opportunity to talk about it!

The story is an Arthurian retelling from Mordred’s point of view, and it’s sort of hard to write and I’m not very far in yet, but I love writing it. Mordred has a pretty strong voice, I understand most of the characters, and I enjoy writing politics even though I’ll probably inevitably butcher it. Pro tip: If you want to write court politics, don’t sleep through history class like I did.

1. How long have you been writing this story?

HA HA HA THE QUESTION OF SHAME. Ahem. I think like a year, but I’ve been working pretty intermittently. I’ve been mostly outlining because I’ll put off the actual writing process for as long as I can and YOU CAN’T STOP ME

2. Who’s your favorite character? Why?

No! Don’t make me pick favorites!

Kidding, it’s Mordred. This has could change as I keep writing of course, but I do love the character. Parental issues are so fun to write, and boy does Mordred deliver on parental issues. And he’s a bit paranoid, highly intuitive, and very quiet, and also I gave him bad social skills and an insane sleep schedule so I could relate to him. (Almost all of my main characters have a bad sleep schedule so I can relate to them. I actually made a bad sleep schedule part of my magic system this time around because overkill I guess)

3. Which character do you consider the “goodest of the good”?

Uhh…So, I don’t tend to have a lot of really nice characters in general. I used to feel guilty about having so many antiheroes, especially since I had such a big cast, but then I realized that the characters in Arthurian legend are usually antiheroes. But Lancelot seems pretty sweet so far in my writing. Hopefully he stays that way.

4. Which character is the “baddest of the bad”?

Because they’re all brooding antiheroes and antiheroines, this is also a hard question to answer–who am I kidding, it’s probably Morgause. Just let me live in denial and pretend I did not make the mom the villain (feminism yay). Although I do feel like she’s a likable character if you forget the stuff she did in the backstory? Maybe? Am I delusional? probably

She’s not the main villain at all. I’ve noticed it’s kind of a thing in my writing where I won’t have a clearcut main villain. I have no idea why that is.

5. If you were to have tea (or coffee!) with one character, which one would you pick? Why?

…Probably Guinevere. Or Gareth, or Lancelot, or…Basically, probably one of my chiller characters. Now, I wouldn’t call Guinevere actually chill, but she acts chill, at least.

6. Describe your storyworld.

England, a bit of a mix of time periods, but mostly 12th century because I loved Chretien de Troyes’ stories, Camelot, castles, lots of greenery I think.

7. You’ve fallen into your book! Which place would you be happiest at?

*intense panicking* Just anywhere away from the center of action, please, I do not want to die, but knowing me I always get pushed into the center of action. At least until I decide that I’m out and then lock myself in my room.

Somerset is lovely and I want to go to Somerset irl tho

8. Which place would you like to avoid at all costs? (Or, explore to know its secrets a little bit better?)

Eh, I don’t really care. There are some people I might want to avoid.

9. Share an aesthetic!

So, I don’t know the copyright laws about posting photos that aren’t yours, and I’m a smol moth who doesn’t want to fall afoul of copyright laws and is possibly overthinking this whole thing, but I have a Pinterest board so

10. Share a snippet!

So I have no idea what to put here. But how about this one:

It was just a bad dream. I swayed on my feet, the adrenaline dead and the exhaustion back full force. “I can’t…stand up,” I slurred. Father started toward me. For a moment I saw him like I saw him in my dreams, a bloody king with spear in hand. Bloody just like the house. But then he turned into Mother. “You were right,” I told her. “If I couldn’t stand up, I shouldn’t have tried to ride a horse.” She walked toward me slowly, her eyebrows knitted together in confusion. That was odd. I thought she lifted an eyebrow when she got confused or surprised.

Now I’m panicking and wondering if maybe that was the worst passage I could have possibly shared, but I know it’s not the worst passage I could have possibly shared because there is a LOT of bad writing in this baby draft and I love it.

For some context I…I feel like it’s sort of hard to give context on this, but that’s just because I’m bad at giving context. But basically Mordred a) tends to think he can do things when he’s sick or injured and it doesn’t always work out, and b) Mordred so far is spending most of this book out of it and seeing things. It’s fun (for me).

This is such an awful, awful book and I LOVE IT. I do want to start writing again. I love writing something stupid and trashy. I love this book. I think I am motivated. So mission = accomplished (it’s only really accomplished if I write, though, so we’ll see how it goes on that front).

Liebster Award!

Thank God I got tagged, you people, because the first half of the week I wrote nothing blog-related because I was depressed, and now I am out of my depression spell but addicted to a Korean drama called Rookie Historian Goo Hae-Ryung. Which means I had no post written up today! I’d been feeling unreasonably guilty about that, but then Kenechi tagged me. So thank you, Kenechi!

The rules

  • Thank the person who nominated you and display the award. (Thank you again, Kenechi!)
  • Answer the questions provided. (Doable.)
  • Provide 11 random facts about yourself. (Erp. I may skip this.)
  • Nominate 5-11 other bloggers and make sure they know! (I’ll try…)
  • Ask your nominees 11 questions. (Oh no. I’m going to run out of questions by number five, aren’t I?)

1. What is your favorite Disney song?

Just one?

Actually, I have no idea. What Disney songs do I really like? I mean, I’ll go through binges where I’ll listen to every Disney song in existence, but which ones really stand out to me? I’m not sure I really have a favorite? I like a lot of them, but I don’t really have a favorite.

But I do really like Not One of Us and My Lullaby from Lion King 2. I’ve never seen the movie, but I like those songs. And Noble Maiden Fair! I HATED Brave (sorry I wanted to like it too), but I love the whole soundtrack.

(Edited to add Love’s an Open Door. How could I have forgotten that one? Ugh so I kinda sorta love Hans even after all the awful things he did. I’m sorry. I hate him, but I love him? That doesn’t even make sense.)

2. What do you do when you are feeling sad for no apparent reason?

That’s honestly a really hard question, because there really isn’t a right answer. Sometimes I’ll write, and that will make me feel better, but sometimes that feeling makes me too exhausted to write. Sometimes I try to step up my self-care, but sometimes that feeling makes me too exhausted to do that. Recently I realized I wasn’t going outside because of the heat, and that was why I was feeling awful, so I started taking more walks in the evening. But sometimes you can’t even do that.

Depression and sadness and anxiety and everything related to that is a very case by case thing, and I can’t and shouldn’t give advice, but to everyone going through that, you’re basically heroes, okay? To feel all that and still endure. You’re awesome.

3. On a scale of one to ten, how amazing do you think peanut butter cups are?

I’d put them at a definite 6. I like them, I’ll eat them, but they aren’t my absolute favorite food.

4. Do you have a weird food you eat that everyone else thinks is gross?

I love shrimp crackers, and no one else in my family understands. They’re so good, you guys! They’re not really crackers so much as crunchy fry-shaped things (at least the ones I had), but unlike fries, they actually have texture and they taste good, which fries do not always come through on. (Plus no one’s pressuring you to eat them with ketchup, ketchup is GROSS)

5. Soft, low, cozy light, or bright, cheery, fresh light?

Either is fine. Light that’s too bright is slightly annoying.

6. What is your favorite beverage?

Don’t have one! I am, apparently, really bad at picking favorites.

7. Do you like to write with pens or pencils?


8. What is your dream car?

It’s blue. And it’s drivable. And maybe just maybe it’s a magic car that lasts forever and never breaks down and never needs money spent on it because it breaks.

9. What’s the worst injury you’ve ever been victim to?

I don’t remember exactly, but it has to be one of those times I fell off a horse. (It was usually the same horse, incidentally. She was a really bad horse. I mean, I liked her? But she was really bad.)

10. What’s your go-to casual outfit?

I don’t have one! And as I answer these questions, I begin to realize what an absolutely eventful and fascinating life I lead. /s

But I like things with interesting patterns and unique designs. I have this one black shirt that has this blue eye with dashes of purple in it, and it’s surrounded by tapeworms spreading out from the eye like so many tentacles. I don’t wear it often, but I love it. My mom’s friend made it for her in college.

That turned into sort of a weird answer oops.

11. Favorite movie genre?

Everyone ready to guess the answer with me?

That’s right. I don’t have one. I’m honestly not into movies that much. But I mainly watch superhero movies, sci-fi (like Star Wars and Star Trek), and animated movies. Into the Spiderverse was both an animated movie and a superhero movie, which made it the best of both worlds for me, and I wish we could get more movies like that? I loved Megamind! I want more animated movies about superheroes and supervillains! (Are there actually a whole ton of them out there, and I’ve just been oblivious to everything in the movie world, or are they legitimately kind of rare? I wouldn’t know.)

And I guess I should try to come up with questions:

  1. What real-life person do you look up to the most? (It can be someone from history, if you want!)
  2. What’s your favorite myth?
  3. Favorite kind of tree?
  4. What’s your favorite poem?
  5. Do you play any instrument, and if you don’t, what is one instrument you’d like to play?
  6. What’s your favorite color combination?
  7. What superpower would you like to have?
  8. Favorite bird?
  9. Cold weather or hot weather?
  10. Thoughts on spiders, snakes, and other animals people don’t tend to like much?
  11. What’s your favorite food?

So I tag…Um…




H.S Kylian

And you. I tag you. That should be about five people.

And that was everything! I am absolutely loving Rookie Historian right now, I’m on episode eight by now! It’s on Netflix, if you want to check it out. It’s sort of (very very excruciatingly) silly, but then it’ll just turn around and punch me in the heart. And, as ashamed as I am to say it, I really think Yi-Rim represents me as a delicate, unathletic, overdramatic writer? It’s been cute so far, and I hope it stays the way. I hope you enjoyed the post!