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I already knew this but….
July 23, 2009, 5:10 pm
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3. { Insert Witty Title Here }
July 22, 2009, 4:26 pm
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I have not been to bed in exactly nine hours. I really can’t seem to close my eyes and I’m just not tired. I didn’t drink any caffeine or anything, so I don’t know what’s up.

I have twelve more chapters to read of Wuthering Heights. I plan to read The Tenant of Wildfell Hall next. It’s only fair that I pay attention to Ann as well.

I’ve been googling like mad trying to find out who is playing Mr. Rochester in the 2009 version of Jane Eyre. I really really want to know and nobody is releasing anything. UGH!!!!

Plus, the movies not going to be aired till December. So I guess I must be patient.

I have a SNI!

It’s been cooking in my head for a while but I don’t know if I want to pursue it or let it fall with the rest of the ideas I have. Bah, I NEED to write! I’ve been writing but not a lot.

But anyways, it’s tentatively titled Before There Were Swans. It’s of course, a historical romance with Gothic elements. The MC is in my mind all the time and I can’t help but hear her voice at odd hours of the day.

I wrote a little for it last night. This part is my favorite part:

“If we turn our faces from the Almighty, we shun ourselves.” Mary would say. “And once we have not a care for ourselves, we give our mind, body, and soul up to the very devil who means us harm. So read your Scriptures, heed your Creator’s words. Do not shun him, for in shunning him, you damn yourself.” She said this to me especially, since I refused to become attached to the Bible like Isaac had. Before I went to bed, she would tell me about Hell and how it wasn’t a pleasant place to be. But I was never scared. You could thrust a flaming coal from the fire at me and my heart would not miss a beat. After everyone left, I believed I was already in Hell and so, mentions of this place that Mary spoke so passionately of seemed to me birthed from falsehood. Because a place without the sun, a place where I couldn’t roam about as freely as I used to, was a torment to my vigorous soul!

I had wanted Ann to be a kind, loving character but then she turned out to be this disobedient brat who is sort of dramatic. Her name was Beatrice but she only likes to be called Ann, so yeah. I know a lot about her already and I could write the story, but I don’t know. I have too many WIPs on my plate now.

My FP account is collecting dust but I decided to go check out FF. I’m not making an account, especially since I don’t really write fan fiction. But, they did have a Jane Eyre section and I was curious, so I went to go check it out.

Some people wrote how they would have did this chapter or that scene. There were some really well written ones. Some people even held true to Jane’s morals and Mr. Rochester’s theatrics. It was quite nice to see but then I wondered on to the M rated ones.

After seeing the 2006 version of Jane Eyre and having read the book, I can see that there are HUGE differences in style. While the novel didn’t really highlight the sexual tension we knew it was there, but in the movie “whoa, can you say hot?”

This “hotness” factor existed in the fan fiction. It seems that people were partial to the fact that Jane slept with Mr. Rochester before she left him. Okay, for anyone who hasn’t read Jane Eyre, they might think that’s okay. Really, some weren’t too explicit and were actually written well, but still, given that Jane has her morals, I don’t think she would sleep with Mr. Rochester.

I know it’s only fan fiction and fans are free to imagine but it just made me think. In those times, if you had sex out of wedlock you were “ruined” No man would want you and seeing as though Jane was a very religious moral soul, how she could have sex with him and then leave, just really doesn’t make since. She was concerned with saving his soul. He was the married one and if they did do it, he would be the one sinning. So, really the wrong would be on both sides, if this event had happened.

There was one fan-fic where Mr. Rochester says that if they go through with it she has to be his wife, there is no turning back. But then she leaves anyways. Jane had to leave. As I said, she wanted to save Mr. Rochester and herself from the temptation that was before them. Though apart of me wished she hadn’t left, you have to look at the more logical side of things.

Besides, she was 18. I don’t know what yesterday’s teens were like but I know that she has lived amongst girls for the most of her life and as Mrs. Fairfax said, she knew nothing about men. Maybe I’m looking to into it but that really needed to get out.

Oh there was this really really good fan-fic that was about eight chapters are so long. The writer included Mr. Rochester’s childhood and it was so believable. Fan-fics are so much fun to read but I would never have the heart to write one. I’d feel guilty for changing things up.

Today’s post ends with a poem written by yours truly. Virtual cookies for anyone who can figure out what inspired it.

Eternity

And I wait for it’s sweet bliss to peak over the
much awaited horizon. It does not come for
night has it in it’s hallowed arms. Give it to me
oh Goddess of fate for I can not judge my
will any longer. It is secured by the day which
holds my heart in it’s fair hands but I fear that
they are not as pale or as beautiful as the
hands of lady Juliet. She is the east and the
sun sets in the inevitable west. The stars
have not a say in my fate for my heart has
won it’s quarrel with the moon and the
planets have aligned for on this night,
she shall be mine and the morning will
come.



2. The Trials of Love
July 21, 2009, 8:33 pm
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“Nelly, I am Heathcliff! He’s always, always in my mind: not as a pleasure, any more than I am always a pleasure to myself, but as my own being.”
– Emily Bronte, Wuthering Heights, Ch. 9

Love is universal. Everyone has felt loved or has loved someone. It doesn’t have to be a romantic love. You can simply love a friend or a family member or a pet or anything in this world, but love is love.

Having read a lot of books, having seen a lot of movies, and from personal experience, I can conclude that love makes us do and say crazy things.

I was digging through some of old writing from when I was nine. I wrote two novels and one surprisingly was in fact a Regency/fantasy romance. It was about this girl named Catherine whose mother despised her and her father. After her parents’ death, she was sent to go live with her eccentric grandfather who kept telling her that she was princess of a far away land called Majesta.

But anyways, she had fallen in love with a boy named Adam. It was love at first sight, and it seemed that the two formed an attachment because Catherine would not forget him and when they met at a ball years later, it seemed that he didn’t forget her either.

Reading this story over, I was shocked at how much I actually knew about love. Catherine was haunted by her love for Adam. It plagued her because she didn’t know whether he felt the same way about her anymore. And when she was forced into an arranged marriage, things started getting worse. She didn’t know what to do and she couldn’t stop loving Adam. As a nine year old, I knew that sometimes love doesn’t work out. It will haunt you. It will plague you. It will tear you down. It will make you laugh. It will make you cry. No love is perfect. No love ever will be. It’s the way of the world and it’s the way a romantic story should be.

Two years ago, I joined a writing site and I’ve reviewed a lot of people’s work. They all seemed to jump right into the romance not making their characters struggle. It’s like handing a gun to a suicidal man. Once you let your characters have the easy way out, your story will fall dead.

There are trials of love. Some may be tragic before they find the light, others may just not work out. But it makes your story better.

The topic of this blog post was inspired by something I seen on YouTube. It was a movie about Adele Hugo the daughter of Victor Hugo.

She fell in love with a soldier who couldn’t love her back, but she wouldn’t give up and for that, her love drove her to madness.

I almost cried when I read the biography of her. It’s sad to know that a person could go through that but it goes to proof that love doesn’t always end with butterflies and rainbows. So, if you want to write a believable romance, by all means let it end in love and folly, but don’t make it easy.

Many writers give their characters different obstacles. For example, Jane Austen, made Elizabeth and Mr. Darcy blind to their love by making them both proud and prejudiced.

Charlotte Bronte, put between Mr. Rochester and Jane, the fact that they were both from different social classes and that Mr. Rochester was already married to another woman.

William Shakespeare made it apparent that Romeo and Juliet’s families were feuding and that their relationship was forbidden.

Let us not forget Emily Bronte’s characters, Catherine and Heathcliff. They loved each other so much but it was their love that destroyed everything around them, including themselves.

The reason why I am talking about these stories is that when you’re writing, especially if you’re writing a historical romance, you need to read the genre you are writing. These are like your textbooks and this what you learn from.

As I’ve read all of these books, my stories have improved immensely. They’ve taught me that love has not one road, but it has many, and sometimes you might get lost but after you climb through every bush, every tree branch, you’ll find love waiting there at the end of the road, whether it be trampled on by the journey, strong and beautiful, that is up to you, but there are roads that are paved to love, and if you want your love story to be successful, you must walk them until the end.

Hopefully that all made sense.



1. Byronic vs. Romantic
July 20, 2009, 8:13 pm
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Having read Jane Eyre and Pride and Prejudice, a thought came to me today. They are two extremely different novels. The former being a tale that goes against the cliches of Victorian society and literature. It was one of Charlotte Bronte’s most beloved novels and it has been made into numerous adaptations. The latter was Jane Austen’s most well-received novel that deals with society as it was in that time.

Charlotte Bronte and Jane Austen were considered rivals in today’s world. Charlotte Bronte writes with passion and vigor. She introduces a sort of darkness that is infused with light while Jane Austen has a simple, guarded but soft way of writing.

Both techniques are good in there own way. But Charlotte Bronte wasn’t in favor of Austen’s writing. Here is what she said about Pride and Prejudice

“….a carefully fenced, highly cultivated garden, with neat borders and delicate flowers; but… no open country, no fresh air, no blue hill, no bonny beck.”

While Bronte writes from the first person perspective, utilizing poetic descriptions and such, Jane Austen uses the “narrative technique of free indirect speech” Which is “the free representation of a character’s speech, by which one means, not words actually spoken by a cha Continue reading



Creative, but really?
July 20, 2009, 1:56 pm
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Jane Austen is one of the most talented authors of all time and Pride and Prejudice is a beloved novel. When I heard that someone rewrote P&P adding zombies, I really could not believe it. Classics are classics and they are so for a reason.

I am all for creativity and it might actually be a really good book, but zombies? Really? And just when you think it’s all over…

Take a look at this:

I fell out of my chair when I seen this. It was funny and okay, I’ll admit, if this was a movie I’d go see. Notice, I said movie not book. For me, when I read Jane Austen’s novels I get lost into the world. I like it’s simplicity. I don’t need the extra theatrics (which is what this is).



there aren’t enough words
July 17, 2009, 5:02 am
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There really aren’t enough words to describe how much I am in love with the novel Jane Eyre and the 2006 adaptation of it. It is my favorite movie and I’ve read the book 20 times (yes I have been keeping count.)

Jane Eyre is the first historical romance I read. I was eleven when my great aunt gave it to me. And since then, when I’m feeling down or if it’s a rainy day, I go submerge myself into the story, pretending I’m Jane Eyre and I have Mr. Rochester.

The 2006 film is the best one, in my opinion. All the other ones were horrid compared to this one. Ruth Wilson and Toby Stephens did a phenomenal job and I hear they’re making another version that will star Ellen Page and I’m not sure who the male counterpart is but I doubt they’ll be able to top the 2006 version, but we shall see.

Here’s a clip from the movie. It’s one of my favorite scenes:



North & South
July 15, 2009, 9:06 pm
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I just finished watching North & South, and my God, it was one of the beautifulest movies I have ever seen. Oh, it is so hard to type this through my tears. I’ve been through a rollercoaster of emotions and…oh it was just beautiful. Now, I must read the book. I will. I need too.

This story, which I felt was remniscent of Pride and Prejudice, was passionate and dark. This was not just a love story, it was an adventure into the depths of two souls who were always derailed.

If you think of two trains, one going North, the other traveling South, it is sad how they pass by each other, both on a journey, but never truly seeing eye to eye. This is how I would describe Mr. Thornton and Miss Hale.

I am literally smiling from ear to ear, right now. I loved every second, every minute, every hour of this movie and it makes me miss writing a love story.

People sometimes live for the love in a romance, but it’s the hardships, the trials in between the love, that makes a romance romantic. It’s the road you walk to find true love that matters and not how fast you can get there.

Even though this was a movie, and not the actual book, I have a new outlook on writing, sort of. Who knows, maybe one day I’ll tell a story of my own with as much passion, struggle, and triumph. Maybe I’ll be able to portray characters who are able to lay down bricks for a road and walk upon it too.