Wednesday, May 24, 2017

Run!



Today, I have a logic bomb of a topic for you. Seriously. Read-on and you’ll understand. It’s the most logical flow I could’ve taken, considering what we talked about on Monday.

Why do we need…

Run-on Sentences?


See? I told you. Monday, we talked about fragments, and why in the long run they can actually end up helping your story. So today, I’m talking about their opposite. Well, basically their opposite. English is bad about opposites, a lot of the time. At least, in grammar. We’re a little weird like that.

Moving on.

From the point of view of a reader…


I like a good run-on sentence, when it counts. It can be punchy, or weird, or show the chaos of any given moment, and that’s what makes them so cool to read. I’ll admit, once again, that if they’re everywhere they can get annoying pretty quickly, but I’ll also admit that when they’re used right, they’re so freaking cool! Like fragments, they draw attention to themselves. But unlike fragments, they’re really good at making your brain drone a little bit, and making a reader’s heart pound harder and harder until they get to the end of the sentence and find out what’s it’s leading to. Definitely something I look for, in a good book. Yeah, I realize that’s a weird thing to look for.

From the point of view of a writer…


There’s a book I wrote, I can’t tell you when it’ll be out because I have no idea, but I used run-on sentences to highlight that the character in question could not figure out what was going on or make any sense whatsoever of her surroundings, and I’ve gotten nothing but positivity out of my beta readers, in response to scenes written like that. Proof that they can be used properly, without any negative effects on the readers, convincing them to put the book down. We want them to keep reading, don’t we?

From the point of view of an editor…


Similarly to fragments, I really just want to see that you know how to use your sentences. Run-ons can be used to your advantage, but they can also be a sign of a writer who doesn’t know how to close a sentence. So, make sure you’re only using them when you need to, when it’s important to do so, and not when it’s just because you’re not sure how this sentence should end. Make sure you know your craft, all the way down to your run-ons. If you know that, you'll be a step ahead of the pack, let me tell you.

The moral of the story, once again, is that run-ons are not the enemy.

[love]

{Rani D.}

Monday, May 22, 2017

Defrag?



Happy Monday!

Thank you to everyone who’s already ordered Dwr, and to those who have started (or finished) reading! You are all such a blessing to me, and I’m so happy to get to share this next episode in the Druid Novels with you!

This week, we’re getting back into our series. Fortunately for you, it doesn’t take me long to get back into the groove with things like this. So let’s just jump right in…

Why do we need…


Fragments?


Yes, yes, I know, your teachers in school probably all taught you that fragments are of the devil and must be purged from all writing. I know. I was taught that, too. Fragments were to be avoided at all costs, and I do very nearly mean all costs. But you know what? It’s not as big a deal now as it used to be. And you know what else? We’re talking about fiction and nonfiction novel and short story writing, not academia. So, deal with it.

Moving on.

From the point of view of a reader…


I’ll admit it. Fragments can be annoying, if they’re everywhere in a text. But I’ll also be the first one to admit that because fragments automatically draw attention to them (due to the fact that we all had it drilled into our brains that they are to be avoided), they can be a really cool way for a writer to get a message off to a reader, without being too obvious. It’s actually one of my favorite things for authors to do, to draw attention to certain details, or to highlight that these sentences are people’s thoughts.

From the point of view of a writer…


I’m going to focus on first person narratives here, because I write them all the time. You know me, there’s nearly always at least one. Okay, so when we’re writing in first person, it really doesn’t make sense to use complete sentences all the time. There should be varying sentences, between complete, fragment, and run-on. Why? Because then it’ll read like we think. After all, how many of us actually think in complete sentences? Not a whole lot, I’ll tell you. Most of us, most of the time, think a lot of fragments. You'll notice it once you start to think about it.

From the point of view of an editor…


I want to see that you know what you’re doing with your sentence structures. So, for the most part, yeah, I want you to use complete sentences. But I’d like to see you vary it a little bit. Play around with the structures, throw in some fragments, but I really want to see you do it for a reason. Don’t just give me a fragment because you couldn’t think of the end to the sentence. Give me a fragment because it’s all the sentence that it needs to be. Otherwise, I’ll have to cut it. And that gets a little annoying, if it happens a lot.

The moral of the story?

Fragments might not be as bad as you were led to believe.

[love]

{Rani Divine}

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Friday, May 19, 2017

Damage



The time, my friends, has finally come! The Dwr: People in the Water is here!

Head over to the RAD Store NOW to order your copy of this amazing new addiction to the Druid Novels! Both paperback and ebook versions are available, so you have no excuse. The ebook is also available on Amazon, but it’s less expensive if you get it direct from RAD… but you didn’t hear that from me.

At last, today, we’ve reached the Dwr giveaway!

To refresh your memory… all week long, instead of our regular posts, I’ve been sharing mini excerpts from my books (Coetir, Cedwig, and Dwr). Then, at the end of the day, I’ll 1) ask you a question about said excerpt, 2) ask you to share a post for me, or 3) ask you to write a review and post it online. You’ll all then have twenty-four hours from the time of that post to perform said task, and out of those of you who complete it, I’ll choose one to win a FREE autographed and personalized copy of the book in question! Today, that book is Dwr!

You cannot believe how excited I am to get to give away a copy of this novel. It’s my favorite right now, and I so look forward to you reading it!


Damage


A Dwr Excerpt, by Rani Divine

© Copyright RAD Writing, 2017

“You know what to do?” he asked Piper as he sat down and removed his shirt and shoes.

She looked back at him with those big green eyes, ready to learn more about sailing and working aboard the Helena. “I’ll keep the boat just out of the way of the Helena while you’re in the water, and relay messages up to the crew whenever you give them to me.” She nodded, trying as hard as she could to act like she knew what she was doing.

“And if you see something in the water?” he asked, a smirk pulling at the corners of his mouth.

“I scream?” She grimaced.

Mal laughed. “That’ll do.”

He slid off the side of the boat and into the cool water, kicking his legs to keep himself steady and high enough that he could still speak to Piper for the time being. “I’m going to have to go under,” he told her.

“Mal,” Davy said from up on the deck, something waving in his hand. “Goggles.”

He nodded back to the man and held out his arm, watching while the goggles sailed through the air and landed nearby. They floated on the surface of the water just long enough for Mal to snatch them up and wipe the lenses before he put them over his eyes. At least this way he wouldn’t have to face the burn of the saltwater, though he wasn’t sure how easy it would be to see with the glass covering his gaze.

“Thanks,” he shouted up to the deck before returning his attention to Piper. “Just make sure the boat doesn’t move too much.”

“Yes, sir,” she said, mock saluting him before he took a deep breath and dived beneath the waves.

The first thing he noticed was the colors. Even through the goggles, everything down there was vibrant and beautiful. Everything was alive, moving through the brightly colored rock formations on the sea floor. He’d never seen such things before. In his mind, there was no word to describe the things that he saw. He hadn’t realized that they were still over the reefs, so far from the shore, but he supposed this was as good a place as any to drop the anchor and check the body of the ship.

Before he’d even gotten a chance to look at the Helena, he had to go back up for air.

“See anything?” Pip asked as soon as he breached the surface.

“It’s beautiful,” he replied, a smile on his face.

Piper’s eyes stared back into his with a look he’d never seen before, one of more than just interest and willingness to learn, but he could only ignore for the time being and dived back under the ship. This time, he took notice of the Helena. She’d only been scraped in a few places, so he knew for the most part where he needed to look.

Slowly, he ran his fingers over the surface of the wood, searching for air bubbles or places where the water might soon be able to leak into the ship. As he started on his way back toward Piper, he felt a hand entwine with his—a hand with webbed fingers and skin that felt unlike any human skin he’d ever felt before.

He unthinkingly let out any breath he’d been holding as he turned to look her in the eye, and his body panicked. He thrashed against Arneia’s hand, only to be pulled deeper into the water. Her free hand gripped tightly to his flailing arm, and before he knew what was happening, her lips were pressed against his. She forced open his mouth and expelled fresh air into his lungs, allowing him to breathe with her. It shouldn’t have been possible, but he’d already surmised that her kind must have been able to breathe both air and water. How else could she have stayed so long under the waves?

“Malcolm,” she said as she pulled away from him, breathing water and speaking in words that echoed through the waves. “Do not fear. I will not harm you.”

He nodded, now holding his breath under his own power. He couldn’t speak: not down here, underwater.

“Go.” She released his arms and pointed to the surface. “When you return, I will show you the damage.”

Again he nodded, this time propelling himself straight up and out of the water. He gasped for air and took hold of the edge of the boat, using his free hand to wipe the hair from his face. “Nothing so far,” he said, assuming that Piper was listening. In that moment, it hardly mattered to him whether she was there or not. What mattered was that Arneia was somewhere down there, in the water beneath him, and that once again she wanted to help them.

He dropped back beneath the ship and kept himself close to the keel, his hand again brushing against the wood in search of damage.

“This way,” Arneia said as she swam up beside him. She pointed to the back of the ship, to a place Malcolm hadn’t even thought had touched the ground when they’d traveled through the strait.

Still holding his breath, he looked her in the eye and shook his head. He didn’t know how to tell her that the captain would expect him to check the whole of the ship, not just take the words of this creature as fact. But looking at her now, as his hands still absently scanned over the keel, he knew that she understood.

“We will watch after you,” she said, gesturing away from them, deeper into the reef. “When you are ready, I will show you.”