The World of Innocence

Hello again family of Madness,

On June 1st Innocence was born.

Innocence

It’s Scribe and creator, Franny Marie has worked hard to create an atmosphere of suspense and mystery with the blurb below:

Nineteen year old Leanne is a sweet girl that grew up without her father. After her mother dies when she’s thirteen, her older brother raises her. Despite being overprotective, Collin allows Leanne a moment of freedom to party with her friends.

Innocence. It’s precious beyond words, but so easily lost.

A night of fun turns into a nightmare when she is kidnapped by a local gang. Thrown into a living hell, she’s forced to question her life as the gang threatens to rip open old wounds.

Will her life be taken over forever, or can she find her way back to innocence?

Click to read one lovely review of the book here

Our Scribe will be sure to pick up her copy so that we may enjoy a jump into another’s Scribe’s world.  Maybe we’ll convince Scribe Franny Marie to join us in the dungeon for an interview. Happy reading, we will speak soon.

Viktor

Catching up the Madness Family

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Flickr. The Shadow Man.  By Derek Hatfleld.

Good Morning and

Welcome to the Embrace the Viktor.

Ah, I can feel the nudge from the dear scribe.

Does she not appreciate a little humor? *Tsk, tsk*

Our Scribe has been in a mood.

And I know what you’re thinking,

“She did just get her heart ripped out and bested by one of her creations while you watched.”

Yes, yes,

I know.

After you readers left, I had a talk with Mrs. Queen of Hearts

Did you think I would just let our sweet Scribe be hurt and at least not ask what the ramifications were?

I mean I did have a contract for October Madness 2016 that I did not want ruined by one character’s anger.

But the Queen is interesting and I feel will spice things up.

What she wants is an inside look at the inner emotional working of our Scribe

Using what was in her heart to bring Love back.

The Queen didn’t tell me when this will be but she will be using Muse to push Scribe to do her bidding.

And yes that pesky Muse is conscious again.

But digressing from that and back to my blog,

Our Scribe wants new content then lets do it.

I have a few tricks up my sleeve that I will not tell you yet except one.

I have the inkling to do some digging in other Scribes mind’s

We will be delving in the minds of other Scribes around the world and on different journey in their own Creativity Forest.

I have one in mind,

this Scribe’s second book will be releasing soon.

We will be in the midst of the excitement.

Cool, I know.

Our scribe will be keeping a careful eye on me

Even though I was not responsible for her heart being tampered with.

She will be here now and again with I’m sure her Peek’s Inside

And keeping you update with her Precious creation, The Foretold.

I have to go now, I have much work to do.

 

Viktor

Don’t remember the Queen, check out her rude awakening here

 

Interview Not with a Vampire

Well…well look who decided to drag herself back into the picture for abandoning me for days.  Thanks by the way.  All the hard work I spent waking her up for you to just leave and then come back and flip the tables on us.

As payback aka punishment Quanisha, you have been summoned to my interview dungeon.

Welcome to my dungeon my sweet scribe, let us start.  

Q: You did not tell me this was going to be a dungeon.  I think the spider webs are overkill. And would it kill you to light a few more torches.

And the rope-What? Don’t give me that look Viktor.  Okay, I’ll be quiet.

V: (clears throat)  I know that all Madness family will enjoy turning tables onto our scribe with some questions. The topic is over course Love, more specifically romance.

Q: Before we start, I have a few conditions.  *Tries to Slides paper*

Ahem if you could reach that paper.

V: What the hell is this? Do Not Ask List.  Oh, really smart and unfortunate but we will continue.

V: What do you look for in romance fiction?

Q: I’ve never been a typical romance reader. I stray away from reality romance and go for the mob boss or werewolf or con artist. Something with action.

V: I can tell from the creatures that reside here. What’s your favorite sub-genre of romance?

Q: Paranormal romance is actually a favorite of mine. 

V: Oh yes those pesky vampires that you love.  Favorite PR author?

Q: That’s a toughie but the first love has to go to Gena Showalter and her Lords of the Underworld series. Maddox and Aeron *swoon*

V: Don’t sway too hard Scribe, that chair is not made for wiggling. Favorite novel?

Q: I love Rivermarked by Patricia Briggs.  Mercy and Adam are the most loving kick ass couple. 

  
V: Do you consider yourself a romance writer? Why or why not?

Q: Lately. No. But I have been dabbling in a little romance here and there. I don’t feel the pull to that genre yet.

V: How difficult is this genre to write about? I ask because you’ve hidden away from our Queen as of late.

Q: Viktor the all knowing. Yes, it has been difficult writing about love because the emotions involved. I have to tap deep into my feelings box to do it. I am not as comfortable with that as most.

V: Ah, ha, interesting.  Hmm…Now for my final question.  Have you ever been in Love? 

What? Don’t give me that look.  

Q: You know why I’m giving you that look.

V: Ah to hell with that pesky Do Not Ask list.

Q:…..

V: Still not going to answer me…Fine.  I’ll shoot you one you’ll enjoy.  What romantic song are you listening to?

Q: Right now it’s been “Say You Love Me.” by Jessie Ware.

V: That’s what’s been running through the forest, I couldn’t quite put a name to it.  *Clap hands* Well done. This concludes your punishment.  I hope our readers enjoyed this.

Q: Thank you.  Now untie me Viktor before I write you into a romance fiction.

V: As if you could Ms. Scribe.
 

 

Constricting The Muse and The Scribe

So now I’ve just learned what stops productivity for me. Deadlines.  Structure.  Condensing and making a plan for what I want to accomplish.  A very tight plan.

Which is weird because if you know me, you know I am have a plan for everything.  My days and nap times are scheduled.  I have a plan for each goal that I want to happen.

Except, my creativity.

With October Madness, I didn’t follow a plan or a tight plan.  I knew the concept that I wanted to accomplish.  I knew how I wanted to build and how I wanted the readers to feel.

But there was not a strict schedule on posting.  I would wake up one day and be like “I want to write a shorty.” then sit down and write one.

I would have fun just letting the creativity flow from me.

Now, I know this may not work for others.

But for me this is the easiest way to take the fear of perfectionistism (new word added from the Quanisha Dictionary.  You’re welcome.) and tell it to take a seat.

I’m not having stress by not posting on a particular day as I said and I can post things that will interest me thereby interesting you.

Lately I’ve been immersing myself in the Fire Starter Session Class and learning and growing with Life as usual.

But let’s start over and get Viktor back to his job.

He is not happy with me bailing.

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~I.L.U.

Quanisha A. McGruder

P.S. Does this means I have commitment issues, huh…strange revelation .

Also I’ve watched A Trip to Unicorn Island and I love love it.  Want some spark into your hustle then I would watch it.

 

The Queen Awakens

Deep within the vacant snow covered forest, her carriage and horses awaits her fateful arrival.  The carriage sits atop a peak, ice clings to every inch of the golden and white tear drop.  The horses appear to be standing alert but they do not move nor breathe. Their jeweled headdress sparkles with the frozen crystal coating them.

Today though, the right horse gives movement.  His red eyes make erratic movements back and forth, searching.  He knows only she can unlock the whine that harbors deep between his ribs.  He also knows his patience will soon be reward.  So he searches the frozen world around him.

Long ago, snow and ice blanketed the forest taking the forest from sunny liveliness to freezing silence.  The only warning they received was a shot of lightening and roar of thunder.  Then she along with Love went into deathly hibernation.

But there is bite in the air now, there is anticipation.  The humidity spikes and soon fog begins to form.  Down below the peak, a small valley sits and inside the valley is a graveyard. The fog sweeps down where it starts to collect in the gravesite.

Once the magical fog touches the cryptic land, the ground starts to jostle.  Everything in the forest shakes and quakes down to Earth’s core, disturbing those who try to rest in peace.  The beautiful gravesite turns into smattering of broken vases and the many red and pink rose petals cover the area.

Only one thing remains undisturbed.  There is a glass sitting atop her tombstone.  Inside the glass there is a dead rose submerged in glittering water.  Through the quakes it remained steady on her tombstone.  Once the earthquakes cease, color started to build into the rose until it shines a deep red.

The forest pauses then up on the forest there is an explosion.  Soon following the explosion whines of horses boomerangs through the air.

Another rumble turns into another earthquake.  Except the quakes only effect the gravesite and seem to be coming deep down below.  The quakes are so violent it splits the earthy grave down the middle.

The quakes finish leaving a little gaping crack below her grave. Blood red claws reaches from the core of the earth out.  When her long nails pull at the earth at unnatural speeds it comes crumbling to dirt pieces and the crack grows.  As suddenly as the hands began, they stop leaving a globe shaped hole.

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