Hello all. I am a CT-born writer by the name of Silverluna Goldenhue. Please feel free to call my by my nickname, Silverluna. That’s the name that I’ll be going by whenever I get myself going enough to get published.
The reason I created a blog???
Well, I was told by my Aunt (who has one), that this might be just the thing I need to get rid of my broken writer’s talent. Most people call it writer’s block, and usually have some way of getting rid of it to move on in whatever storyline they’ve been working on. Yeah! Not with me, so much. I think I have the dream of being published, but not the how of how to do so. I seem to start a lot of good stories and just get BORED. I don’t know. I’ve tried making myself free-write, and writing SOMETHING in a journal (garbage or not). Also, I’ve tried re-writes until I’m happy with the text. Tried going for walks, and other distractions. If anybody has any ideas about how to help me, let me know.
I currently have a novel series about a coven on Wiccian Vampire Witches who go overseas on a pirate ship where the Captain is a mind reader. Romance novel, if you MUST know. Heroine: Morgana. Hero: Djin.
Originally, I wanted it to be an accurate representation of what the Wiccian Dianic tradition really is like. Mostly because I AM of the faith, and was sick of being told that all Wiccians are evil, and therefore I was too. (Don’t get me started on that track, or you’ll just get bored, and I DO want you around past this first entry. . . )
Lately, it’s become a large piece of fantasy. Which is good, I suppose, because I AM writing fiction and not non-fiction.
But hey. Let’s have a bit about myself. I’m pretty much a freak for music. I met my fiancee during a music concert in High school. We have our 9th dating anniversary coming up today. June 2nd. Have plans to have a small ceremony. Eventually. I’m not really in a big rush, as much as most people I know have been. He and I have the joke going between us that we’ve been practically married for years anyway. Been living together for almost a year now, so that’s pretty much as big a commitment as one can get.
My cousin is getting married in two weeks, and they’re waiting until this week to start living together. I wish her luck, considering all the shit I’ve heard about his “freakiness.” I mean, he’ll just fit in with the rest of my family. We all have our quirks.
I’m extremely anal about how stuff gets done around the apartment, and I’m sure that I’ve been driving my hunny NUTS!!! But the combining of the individual into a couple gets interesting. So, good luck cousin darling with that man of yours. The roosters will NOT stop their endless moving, no matter how you yell at him to stop moving them. Bitching does not work. Some things, you’ll learn, are not worth the arguement. It’s a fable that the female sex compromises less in the relationship, remember that . . .
Ok. Rant over.
You’ll notice that it’s now 2:47 AM EST. I’m guessing that I’m starting to exhibit the early signs of insomnia. . . Heaven above, I hope not!!!