Coryburn Girls Secrets (2)

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All girls have their secrets, here’s some just for you.

 

What about the parents?

 

I found Chrystyne and Eustace Coryburn a lot of fun.

There is a hint of a cult-ish behaviour, but to be honest, due to their eccentricities I could easily imagine them to have a strange interest in the darkest corners of the BDSM circuit but I couldn’t be cruel to “out” them like that in the book itself, its their personal secret.

I absolutely love the relationship and bond that the pair have its very intense. If i sat in the room with them I would feel very uncomfortable. They have the strange energy produced by their natural, predatory demeanor that settles heavily in the air like a thick perfume that lingers long after the wearer is gone. That and their intimacy and affection for each other exceeds what would could be classed as common place.

I absolutely love the scenes they appear in, and construct absolutely bewitching alpha type personalities. Which often clashes with their two daughters causing some of that fun disfucntionality in their relationship and their battles of wits and wills.

Coryburn Girls Secrets

Posted on by April-Rose Appleby

All girls have their secrets, here’s some just for you.

 

What was the most enjoyable part of Coryburn Girls Skimming the Surface to write?

 

Well, Skimming the Surface, was of course a new adventure. But out of writing it, I found I loved the beginning the most. When telling the story, trying to find the words to those pictures, it can sometimes feel almost overwhelmingly impossible. The beginning feels like it is almost impossible and of course this gives me the most daunting challenge. I think that personally I will always love a beginning because it carries my energy and anticipation to tell the story I can never get out of my mind.

This gives me a chance to try new techniques and goals.

The Coryburn Girls Skimming the Surface is the first in a series of three shorts. It carries the beginning of the story, to really start to unravel secrets, lies and discoveries. I loved writing almost every scene with bad behaviour and sassy dialogue. It has enabled me to tap into wit and honesty in a new way that I loved experimenting with.

Writing Exercise- His Life Changed on a Tuesday

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“His Life Changed On A Tuesday”

 

His life changed on a Tuesday,

He just doesn’t know it yet

His life changed on a Tuesday,

But I know its not when we met,

When we met, the sky was grey

When we met, I looked in his eyes

I saw all the hope and dreams

I saw him and he saw me

Every conversation

Every talk, every laugh

And every smile

Lead to this,

His life changed on a Tuesday

He became him

His face became him

And he became beautiful,

But that wasn’t on a Tuesday.

 

Now here is the secret,

He still doesn’t know

His life changed on a Tuesday

It was a Tuesday a little while ago,

When I decided, I couldn’t let him go,

Over time I have tried

And every time I have failed

It was a Tuesday I decided, I could not let him go.

 

Now when I look him in the eyes,

And see that sweet smile,

I wonder not if we will make it

Not if we will last

Because of that Tuesday in the past.

 

When I look him in the eyes

I fall more and more each time,

Because that smile, that laugh

That silliness is mine,

I love him and I cant deny

That every single time

I hear that sweet voice be gentle

I smile and feel comfortable

In myself and him

 

His life changed on a Tuesday

He doesn’t know it now

He will not know it tomorrow

But little by little every day,

I want to see him happy,

 

That’s something we share,

But here is a secret, I know too well,

Only you can make yourself happy

So don’t depend on others

To give you, your self worth

But thank them kindly for every smile,

Because sometimes

Just sometimes, they may already be there,

Waiting for you to let them change your life again.

Discoveries Thanks to Writing Exercises

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Discoveries thanks to writing exercises.

 

Well now I have a note book, I have given a few words to a few lines of a premise for an exercise, picked one at random and just gone with it free hand on here. Like taking a pencil to a plain sheet of paper with no idea how or what will appear on the page, and I love it. It may not be great quality per say but my gosh it is fun.  It makes a change from plotting and planning every scene or change or whatever and just writing that single moment.

But that’s the thing, the exercises are focused on a moment, and just exploring it, that is at least the aim. When I write and really write, I love knowing my journey and what will have to change the characters and test them.

That’s the thing though isn’t it? In our day to day lives we can be tested, multiple times a day. It boils down to how do we deal with a certain situation? The child on the train screaming because it wants a toy or something, when its so loud it is piercing through your skull and you are tired as it is. The coffee shop or the restaurant with rude service. The friend demanding reassurance and attention. The neighbours dog barking, their child blowing a stupid whistle from 8 am till 11 pm at night.

Writing exercises are a test, a no fail no success test. To change, grow and enhance skills, to try something new, a new genre, a specific moment, to confront something differently.

It has to be more about having fun and keeping yourself going than being meticulous about every tiny detail. To not worry if it is right or wrong. To not be so concerned by the outcome to just enjoy every second your fingers are tapping on the keyboard as you watch the letters appearing, forming words on a blank screen. To just enjoy and be at one with a single thought following it where ever it may take you.

While you may have a tiny goal in mind this is far from the be all and end all of the post that you are so engrossed in writing its just a natural stream of thoughts appearing on the page as they do in your head. The simple honesty.

That is why I am currently enjoying the exercises, they are just what they are, snippets of thoughts that occur, and what is wrong with that? Sometimes the best laid plans go awry and sometimes just taking each moment as it comes can produce something you had no idea that you could achieve. That is great and fun and different, you are exploring you, not your character (unless that is the exercise). You could explore any world you choose for a short period of time and not feel guilty about underdeveloped maybes.

 

Writing exercise- The Moment I Knew It Was Love

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“The Moment I Knew It Was Love” this one isn’t perhaps as hard, and it happens quite often, but not perfectly.

It was recently, fairly recently, that I discovered one of those moments, but it was more perfect perhaps then usual.

It was a slightly more adult moment in my life than perhaps I realized a very private moment, but a moment all the same.

So now I must confess, I am damaged, I am what can be called damaged goods, I fear intimacy. To me the biggest struggle I face, daily, is trust. Very few people I trust, my closest friends I trust with my life, my family I do not.

It has taken me some time, some months to learn to trust my boyfriend, actually quite a few and it felt almost too natural which of course meant I had to fight it because I wouldn’t be me if I didn’t fight it a bit, live in a little denial for a few days. Well that trust has of course grown with time.

This moment was entirely intimate in the throws of passion. Due to my nature and fear, during such times I struggle to make eye contact because it is far too intimate. But it was different, it was honest, but we weren’t speaking, not out loud. You see this time, in this moment, I felt the complete trust, I could feel every hidden thought of affection I had buried and I held his gaze.

Intimately it was a perfect moment, I let the guard down, broke a few walls and let him in mentally, I wasn’t compartmentalizing or trying to protect myself from getting hurt. I was just being myself in that moment, and so was he.

They say your eyes are the window to the soul, and that is where I sometimes keep my guard, but it is the first place I look when I want to read someone. Sometimes you can just tell everything in a moment by a gaze.

In his eyes that moment, I saw affection and care and respect, everything I had been looking for, and I would like to say that as I write this I am not crying but that would be lying. Because I have my guard down in this moment, remembering the moment I knew I could trust him completely, and though he doesn’t really say it, I know he trusts me, the times when he opens up and tells me something he is struggling with make me the happiest because he is testing his trust in me and I am just there. I tested my trust in him, in my most vulnerable moments and I discovered safety and security, something I have wanted and yearned for, for so long, I found in him in one moment, I felt the rush of love and affection for him that I now struggle to hide.

Sometimes these moments aren’t these movie moments that sweep an audience off their feet, it might not even sweep you off your feet. It s just the seconds in which you are aware, you realize you have stumbled upon a feeling that can be so precious and rare they may happen once, maybe twice in a lifetime.