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Game of Thrones

What can I say, that hasn’t already been said? Actually, quite a bit. As a writer myself, I know the painstaking work that is put into creating something new, intriguing, etc. How do you hold your audience, keep them captivated, honor your story and your characters, and so much more? Building a brand-new world is no easy task, let me say that. And there were so many moving parts the writers of Game of Thrones were faced with in these last few seasons, working past Mr. Martin’s books, keeping to their series’ deadline, and the list goes on. But let’s put all of that aside for now.

Millions of people watched the final episode of Game of Thrones, and when it was over, I like many others took to Twitter. I started to read people’s responses. I have yet to post anything myself, because what I saw erupt after the ending of this era, was a literal, for lack of better terms, shit-storm. People were and still are mad, angry, vehement. I watched as years of work, creativity, story-building, word-building, stellar acting, etc. culminated in this vehemence over the final season, more specifically, this last episode, because people had their own ideas of how it should have ended.

News flash, it’s not yours to end. It’s not yours to decide. And this petition to remake the final season of Game of Thrones, is pure ignorance. Just think back to how much goes into making these shows and what you are saying to everyone involved in its creation.

The amount of foreshadowing that was put into this show, weaved with such delicate crafting, equivocated into an ending that was absolutely brilliant. Most, for some reason, think that wasn’t how it was “supposed to go.” Yes, even I was shocked, but not shocked in a sense of how could this have happened, or how on earth did we get here? Or the biggest shocked response I’ve seen where people are just pissed, and figuratively calling for the heads of the writers. I was shocked in that woah, this was where we were ultimately getting to.

**Spoiler alert beyond this point.**

Dany, I’m sorry, Dany, the gods love you and the people dearly, too, but I’ve been waiting for the snap I knew was coming. As Varys said, “Every time a Targaryen is born, the gods flip a coin, and the world holds its breath.” And hold our breath we did, for eight years. And I just want to give a HUGE shout-out to Emilia Clarke! What an undertaking, and you blew us all away!

Daenerys Targaryen, may you rest in peace.

And dear Jon Snow, he just wanted a simple life with Ygritte. But like Bran said to Tyrion, and the same can be said for Jon, they were both right where they needed to be all along. People ask why there was all of this build up for nothing in regard to Jon Snow’s parentage, but it wasn’t for nothing. His parentage was a catalyst. No, it did not ultimately lead to him sitting upon a newly melted iron throne (which for the record, I loved that part), but those who knew who he was, you just watched the dominoes fall, exactly how they were meant to. He, according to all rights had the primary claim to the throne, but he never wanted it. Not that he couldn’t have ruled justly, but that was never where he was meant to be. I’m happy for Jon Snow going back to his Wildling family. He’s with his wife’s people. And there is a bitter sweetness to it.

And Bran, I agree whole-heartedly with Tyrion (maybe it’s my own soft spot for stories) but who better than Bran, the one with the infinite knowledge of their past. People keep posting memes that Bran just lay there for the last nine years, which, let’s be honest, that is not true, and also a major disrespect to those with disabilities. Bran has a knowledge base greater than the largest conclaves and libraries. He is by no means brash or impulsive. He is quiet and decisive. He only ever speaks and says what is necessary (something our current president could take a page from, but let’s leave that political side out of it).

Hail, Sansa, the Queen of the North! What a story arc, and what a way to end it. What an example for women everywhere! From her beginnings to her ultimate rising to her rightful seat in the North, to watch her grow, to watch her learn, to watch her fight. She didn’t let those horrific things that happened to her, drown her, she drew strength from surviving them and came out stronger each time.  

To quote Tyrion Lannister, “Lady Stark, you may survive us yet.” And she pushed past surviving and right up to succeeding, ruling her father’s lands, her ancestor’s country. She became the Queen of the North, right where she belonged with her people.

The biggest pill that was the hardest for me to swallow, was Jamie Lannister’s final moments. But I have taken some time and really thought about it. Yes, it’s awful, horrid even. Do I like how his story ended? No. But how true is that narrative for so many people in the real world? Stockholm syndrome, life with one’s abuser, going back to her again and again and again. Yes, he got away, but he just couldn’t stay away. It’s an awful ending, heartbreaking. He was so close to freedom, why didn’t he just stay away? But how often does that happen in real life? Let it be an eye opener. Let it be a tale for others to learn from, don’t go back down that painful path. For him it led to death, which can hopefully change for other people’s narrative.

Can we all let out a collective sigh of relief that Tyrion Lannister was not killed? *Big SIGH* (I may have rioted myself at that point. No, I wouldn’t, but I’d have been devastated to say the least.) The backbone to it all, the comic relief, the best lines that will be quoted for all time, I’ll be pouring a glass of wine to you in celebration, Tyrion. “That’s what I do. I drink, and I know things.” Yes, you do, you always have.

No, I haven’t gone over every character, the gods of Game of Thrones love George R.R. Martin, that would take me longer than it took him to write the books, but I salute all of them, his world, and this show that spanned almost a decade.

Game of Thrones.

For eight years, we watched this game play out. But if you ask me, sometimes fairytales do come true. In the words of Ned Stark, “When the snows fall and the white winds blow, the lone wolf dies, but the pack survives.” The pack survived. At the end of it all, the Starks stood loyal to each other and the people, the true leaders of the pack, rightful and just.

Thank you, to the cast, to the crew, to the characters, to the world of GOT, to the writers (yes, the writers), and to Mr. Martin for giving us the experience of a lifetime. It was unforgettable. We lived with these characters, we laughed with them, we cried with them, we died with them (so many of them), and we learned from them and right along with them. I raise my glass to all of those who poured their talent, their life, their work, and their heart into the last eight years to create an unforgettable world. And in the words of Syrio Forel, what do we say to the god of death? “Not today.”

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I’m Back—I Think

This is what I do… I blog and then I don’t. I blog….and then I don’t.

But a lot has happened since I last blogged on here. BIGGEST writing news: I FINISHED a FULL DRAFT of my very first book. It’s a book that I haven’t really made public that I am working on, but it’s the book that is nearest and dearest to my heart.

I hope to play a more active roll on my blog and actually commit to the ideas and posts I originally planned.  I am going to kick off with my next post with my first writings for a #365Challenge I just ran across on Twitter for Creative Writing. I don’t really publicize what I write, but I would like to do this. I will mostly be posting work that I write that day, but I may also like to share a few excerpts from past work…#poetry #shortstories #novels #randommusings (I’ll save the past work for a rainy day).

I found a list of 365 One Word Art Journal Prompts, which I will try to stick to unless random creativity strikes, cause that’s the #writerslife. Check out the link and let me know if you want to join in, too. I’m going to keep mine simple by just using the one word for my prompt inspiration #happiness #beauty #sleep #garden #imagination, etc.

I could go into a long explanation of ….everything #writerslife #momlife #lifelife, etc.. But I’d just like to say, sorry for the long intermission, but I am back…I think.


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Working on Revisions – Rewriting a Descriptive Scene

I found this beautiful artwork of a throne room inspired by Final Fantasy.  This artwork was created by the artist, Jennie Goggin.

I am currently sitting at my computer with a pile of papers around me, working on my first draft revisions. I came across a setting I had created early on in my writing of this book, The Rendin Chronicles. At the time, I had thought, “Wow! This is such a beautiful scene I wrote!” As I sit here now, rereading it, I am finding redundancy errors, awkward wording, and bad grammar. Basically, it didn’t read as glamorously as I had originally thought. Here I am going to show you my original excerpt. And I will follow it up with the rewrite I did today.

Here is my original excerpt:

Jandit made his way across the Great Hall. He was standing at the entrance to the Great Hall. It was completely made of intricately carved wood. The entire Hall was made of Riffentrunk, the strongest trees on all their planet. The Riffentrunk was a reddish brown wood, that when polished and shined would have a golden glow to it in the sunlight. It actually glowed gold when the sun hit at just the right time. This time was one of those moments. The Great Hall had been built with great crystal openings in the ceiling. Cut crystal windows that allowed the sun to shine through in a glorious prismatic effect. It was just past noon, when the Second Sun was high in the sky. The light was dancing off the carved pillars that lined the Great Hall and it shown a glorious golden throughout. The pillars of Riffentrunk wood were draped with golden fabric across every pillar and between each were new crystalline chandeliers individually lies with a hundred candles each. The Throne was also made of Riffentrunk. A special crystal had been placed on the ceiling just above the throne, so that no matter day or night, sunlight or moonlight, it would reflect golden all day and all night. The crystal had been cut so that all lights could reflect upon the glorious throne.  It had just recently had Varden’s name carved into it below the other kings. Jandit found his father pacing in the room behind the Great Hall.

Here is my scene rewrite:

Jandit stood at the entrance of the Great Hall looking out across the grand marble floor. This room had always been glaringly opulent to him.  A place which meant greatness to all others, meant pain and misery to him. He was constantly belittled by the nobles. He was unwanted, an outsider. He was the king’s bastard.


He looked up at the intricately carved wooden pillars that lined the hall, made of the finest Mordebung trees, polished and shining in the late evening sun. These Mordebung pillars were meant to represent the great strength of the Nardisians and the Great House of Nardis. These lofty colonnades glowed red and gold in the sunlight. Diamond shaped openings sat every twenty feet in the ceilings and walls. Instead of windows made of glass, they were of cut crystal. Throughout the day, rainbows danced through the hall as the sun made its journey across the sky. In the last hour as the sun set, just before its final drop below the horizon, the sunlight came through these crystal panes and lit the Mordebung walls up like gold in what was appropriately called the Golden Hour.


Today, these pillars were draped with golden fabric and crimson velvet. The crystal chandeliers that hung from the ceiling had already been lit with three hundred candles each. Breathtaking was what everyone who came into the Great Hall had called it. But to Jandit it was suffocating. To Jandit these bloody colored walls reflected his bleeding heart and the golden light cut like daggers in his soul.


Today was Prince Varden’s coronation. Today, his brother would be crowned king and sit upon Nardis’ almighty throne. It was a magnificent throne, one Jandit knew he would never touch. A special crystal had been placed on the ceiling just above the throne, so that no matter the time of day, the throne was constantly luminous. Just yesterday, Varden’s name had been carved into the throne, below all the names of the previous kings. His brother was being handed everything Jandit would never have. He felt a sharp pang of jealousy and desperately tried to wave it away.


I tried to change my point of view to be specifically how my main character (MC), Jandit, was seeing the Great Hall. He is the bastard son of a king and has been treated in this lowly position all his life. To all others, the Great Hall is impressive, but to Jandit, it has always been oppressive.

For this revision, I went through my original scene, grabbed a “new sheet of paper,” in this case a new Word Document, and started retyping the entire scene.

I read through my original writing a few times and noted that I still wanted to keep the idea of this grand and opulent hall, but in the same respect I wanted to give the comparison of someone who couldn’t see it in all of this great beauty that everyone else did.

I want to note that this still is not a final draft, but it’s definitely well on its way to sounding much better than my first go around. It will still go through more revisions, but it’s a glimpse at the process of changing what doesn’t work and adding what does, etc.

Now, I’m going to go add this to my Scrivener docs.

Next posting, I’ll share some insightful tips I have come across out in Twitterverse.

Happy writing, y’all!

Signing off…