There By My Side

‘D’you – d’you think he’s OK?’ Ron asked quietly, nodding over at the door to the boys’ dormitory.

Hermione shook her head. ‘He’s hardly ever been this quiet, except after meeting Dementors.’ She hesitated, then said, ‘We shouldn’t leave him alone.’ She turned her attention back to her mountain of homework, but Ron kept on talking.

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Second-Year Sorting Hat Song

This is my version of the song the Sorting Hat could have sung if Harry and Ron hadn’t missed the Sorting in their second year. It’s not nearly as long nor as polished as J. K. Rowling’s, but I’m pretty proud of it, all the same. I wrote it for my Evanna Potter series. Instead of mostly skipping the Sorting Hat’s song, like I did in The Muggles’ Niece, I thought I’d write one instead. It appears in Chapter 5 of The First Horcrux.

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Books That Have Made Me Cry

[This is a post that's been sitting in my drafts folder for a while now, and in my head for even longer. Since I haven't posted here in a while, I thought I might put this up. Enjoy.]

I don’t usually cry over books. Full stop. In fact, I rarely do. For a measure of this: I didn’t cry while reading The Fault in Our Stars by John Green. Or any of the other one-and-a-half John Green books I’ve read so far – Looking for Alaska and Will Grayson, Will Grayson. (I know, I know, it’s sacrilegious, since TFiOS is the one book that everyone seems to cry over.) In fact, the books I have cried while reading are probably fewer than ten. Here they are. (Warning: spoilers abound.)

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A Closer Look at Nan and Di Blythe

We always knew Nan and Di, Anne and Gilbert’s twin daughters, are different. But how different? And in which ways are they still similar? In this article, I take a closer look at the Ingleside twins, the third named set of twins (and the first ones of the same gender) to be introduced in the Anne of Green Gables series. Nan is often described as being like her mother, while Di is her father’s favourite. But is this true of the way they are characterised?
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How Not to Write Female Characters

(Susannah posts two days in a row? Three times in ten days? Whoa? What’s happening?)

Ahem.

I thought I’d write about this post, called ‘How Not to Write Female Characters‘ by Kitty, that I found a while ago. It’s from a writing website/community that I follow, called ImpishIdea. ImpishIdea is like das-sporking (and indeed, some of the members overlap) in that it is dedicated to pulling apart and analysing badly-written fiction. However, ImpishIdea also gives writing advice. I recommend both websites.

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DWM #2: Realism is Fake (by Mechanical Hamster)

Susannah:

A very interesting post that I found while looking for writing blogs and tips. I guess you could say that you shouldn’t let the facts get in the way of a good story. :D

Susannah

Originally posted on Mechanical Hamster:

I’m currently writing (or more precisely thinking about) a short story that involves no dialogue. The reasons are many and varied, but the short version is that I and a circle of some other literary types are challenging each other to write more short stories and this month we’re tasked ourselves with the additional caveat of no dialogue.

 

 

It’s a tricky one, if only because as modern readers we’ve had dialogue rammed down our throats for decades. Whilst surfing t’interweb about the subject I came across this in a list of advice on good dialogue:

3. Develop your ear. Listen carefully to actual people talking, not characters on TV, in movies, or on the radio – the latter kind of dialogue is always artificial, unrealistic, and unconvincing on the written page. No one actually talks like “The Sopranos” or “Friends” or “ER” or “Masterpiece Theater”. Sorry. Don’t…

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Not the Marrying Type

He was in the baby-clothes section of Target, shopping for bodysuits in anticipation of he and his wife’s first child. Sensing a red-clad employee behind him, he turned and said, his face breaking into grin of relief:

‘Excuse me, but I’m looking for –’

He stopped short. The person standing there was not a teenager in a baggy shirt with rolled-up sleeves, but a woman with neatly-pinned brown hair and a raised eyebrow. She was five years older than when he had seen her last, but he had no problem recognising her as his ex-girlfriend.

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