I've started a new story.
All I'm saying is it's scary and involves coconuts.
I showed the first chapter to my 13 year old daughter and she gave me this weird look when she was done.
I don't think she'll be my first reader.
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I aspire to be a YA writer, but in reality, maybe my themes are too adult.
My husband keeps telling me that, but I'm still hoping to be considered YA. I don't know why, I guess because it sounds more "important".
My name is Jewel. Welcome to my blog!
As a young girl growing up in the Philippines, I always hoped for storms so ferocious that school would have to be cancelled. And when it was cancelled, my siblings and I got to stay home. Usually there was no electricity, which we called "black out".
Who cared about the storm outside when we had wax from the candle, to mold into a human shape and stick pins in...just kidding, we weren't really into voodoo. Anyway, along with the wax sculpting, we exchanged suspenseful stories, of ghosts and aswang and the mananaggal.
This blog is dedicated to that spine-tingling story, of things imagined or real. Come on in, grab a blob of wax and join me around the table.
Who cared about the storm outside when we had wax from the candle, to mold into a human shape and stick pins in...just kidding, we weren't really into voodoo. Anyway, along with the wax sculpting, we exchanged suspenseful stories, of ghosts and aswang and the mananaggal.
This blog is dedicated to that spine-tingling story, of things imagined or real. Come on in, grab a blob of wax and join me around the table.
Monday, January 26, 2009
A New Story
Posted by Jewel Allen at 11:16 AM
Labels: writing horror
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2 comments:
"You have two empty halves of coconuts and you're banging them together!"
:-)
I can already see the marquee: "The Attack of the Killer Coconuts"
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