“He promised me a fruit from the Garden of Eden, but it was Snow White’s poisoned apple.”
In case you don’t know, Beautiful People is a blog meme meant to help a writer get to know their characters better. Every month, a set of ten questions is released and you can answer them with whatever character (or characters) you want. You can find this month’s questions here.
For this month, I decided to do it for my character Mercedes (“Meche” as her nickname).
1. Do they want to get married and/or have children? Why or why not?
Meche has no desire to get married or have children. She has other priorities, including leading a rebellion. Those things are the furthest from her mind. That and she doesn’t want to fall in line with society’s expectations for women. Though they can be fighters, they’re still expected to fulfill the usual roles of mother and wife, something she doesn’t entirely agree with.
2. What is their weapon of choice? (It doesn’t necessarily have to be a physical weapon.)
She prefers her pistols, which she has affectionately given names. They’re her go-to and she carries them wherever she goes.
3. What’s the nicest thing they’ve done for someone else, and why did they do it?
Once, when she was much younger, she saved her brother from a terrible situation (which I can’t mention because it’s a spoiler). Not only did she cover for him when it came to their parents, but she helped him through the trauma, teaching herself rudimentary psychology and coming up with her own treatments in order to help him.
4. Have they ever been physically violent with someone, and what instigated it?
Let’s get one thing straight: Meche doesn’t shy away from fights. Far from it. She’s usually the one to start a fight, and it’s often because she’s standing up for someone. One such example would be when she was eight and Emilio (her brother) was six, she fought off the bullies for her brother. They instigated it by teasing Emilio beforehand.
5. Are they a rule-follower or a rebel?
She is very much a rebel. Rules were never something she thought should be followed, especially if they were detrimental to other people. For this reason, she joined the guerrilla movement.
6. Are they organized or messy?
Mercedes does her best to stay organized but left to her own devices, things slowly descend into organized chaos. She might know where everything is, but someone else wouldn’t at all.
7. What makes them feel loved, and who was the last person to make them feel that way?
She feels loved when others give her gifts, unwarranted or not. Meche is normally the one to do everything without expecting anything in return, so a “thank you” or a small gift makes her day. The last person to make her feel that way was Emilio.
8. What do they eat for breakfast?
Her breakfast consists of eggs with sausage. Sometimes it’s tortillas and some chorizo.
9. Have they ever lost someone close to them? What happened?
Meche hasn’t lost anyone in the time she can remember. She did lose her mother, but it was in childbirth, which she obviously doesn’t remember.
10. What’s their treat of choice? (Or, if not food, how else do they reward themselves?)
Her treat of choice is candy from a store just down the street from her house. She’ll stop by after a day of running errands and buy a small bag for herself.
I’m excited to announce I’m participating in Worldbuilding June!
For those of you who don’t know, Worldbuilding June functions in the same way as National Novel Writing Month. The goal is to create a world in just thirty days! It doesn’t have to be complete and you don’t have to go too in-depth if you don’t want to, but it’s been very helpful in fleshing out the world for my novel. The prompts focus on the usual things such as geography and races, but also throw in cultures, architecture and much more.
Over the next few weeks, I’ll be posting previews of what I’m writing. And if you decide you want to give it a try, here’s the link to the worldbuilding blog responsible for this madness.
Now that I’ve quickly gone over that, here’s a preview at the map for my country. I made it using this free website. Warning: it does require you to make an account, but it’s soooo worth it!
I’m really excited to start working on my novel again, now that school is over. I hope to post more previews and other things as time goes on and hopefully I’ll inspire some of you too!
Today, for Playlist of the Week, I have another playlist based on my novel. I’ve really been in the mood to write the novel and work on the characters lately, so I decided to make a character playlist in order to help me write.
This one’s for the boy born into a wealthy, but disgraced family. For the boy who ignores the whispers and stares, but would love nothing more than to get away from it all.
“They would devour his soul if they could.”
This week’s playlist is one that I’ve made and definitely worked on for longer than a week. After much hard work (including hunting down the right tracks and organizing them all), I finally finished! This is a novel playlist for me to both set the mood and act as a “movie” soundtrack, so to speak.
It’s a mix of steampunk sounds and ominous tracks that set the mood for the entire story. So take a stroll down the dreary lanes of the capital and breathe in those factory fumes. And watch out for the guerrilla raids.
“My memories are birds and they do not let me rest.”
these memories aren’t mine.
they claw and bite and scratch when i touch them. these colored cacophonous birds of memories that roost in my head.
they will not leave.
their feathers clog my arteries and i choke on their claws as they tear at my throat. i’d scream if i could, but my blood weighs down my tongue and i drown in deluded drug-induced daydreams.
my existence means nothing to them.
not the woman who takes my body as payment for a box of supplies she should give out of the kindness of her heart. nor the woman who uses my strength to carry out her work. to the doctor, i am a patient to be prodded, poked and prescribed a new medication to see if this will be the one to make me better.
the birds they burst out of my chest and i am left suffocating in the absence of my tears.