A Book without Chapters?

chapTaking the bull by the horn and deciding to dive into the grueling activity of writing a novel, there are a number of things the author must decide. Characters, plotline, to use magic or not, how much research is needed, and so so much more. Today, as I work to edit a previously written novel, I embraced, for the first time in my life, a new decision to make. Do I want to use chapters? Like…Chapter 1, chapter 34, chapter 799. (just kidding)

I’ve read a myriad of novels that broke portions of the book in a number of ways. I’ve read books, recently, where instead of using chapters, the author just wrote the character’s name whose POV was for that portion.

So I’m taking an active approach and asking you, my favorite people: Does it matter whether the book has chapters or names to divide sections? Does it even need chapters? What other suggestions might you have to offer?

Cheers,

Michala Tyann

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Calm but Sore as Hell

This afternoon I had to go pick up some pre-employment paperwork. Then I headed home to drop off my ten year old daughter before heading over to get my drug test done. I just passed the railroad tracks and was sitting in line, waiting for the stoplight to turn green, when out of nowhere, I’m thrown forward! Someone had rear-ended me. Fortunately, both me and my daughter as well as the other two people in the Lexus behind me were okay. The other party was apologizing to me and looked really bummed. My daughter and I were pretty shaken up.

Since they were sitting right on the railroad tracks, I suggested we pull into a parking lot. I called 911 and waited for the police officer to arrive. We swapped insurance, the officer took my statement, then handed it back to me. Everyone went their own ways. I asked my daughter if she was okay. She was a bit shaken up still, as was I. Continue reading

But I Want to be Socially Savvy…

heartI don’t know whether it is because I’ve grown so busy with life (teaching/lesson plans/ect) or whether I got lazy or whether I fell out of writing or what…

but I really do want to be socially active. When I had my blog Bitemybook I did a lot of blogging. I reviewed books, I wrote interesting articles, and I was definitely active. So much that I wanted to revive the site, and I did (for a brief minute.) I just found that wordpress gets so much more action and more people are able to see me on my drowninginwords site. So I stuck with what worked. It was different because I had some awesome people helping with my previous blog and this one is solely mine.

Anyway, I’m rambling. I do that sometimes. LOL

The purpose of this is to let you, my loyal followers and visitors, know that I intend to bring you more.

More of my life experience. More of my thoughts. More of my creativity. More of my writing. Essentially…more of me. You’re Welcome. ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤

Cheers,

Michala Tyann

A New Beginning…

startTwo years ago, I left my position as a substance abuse counselor. (   bit.ly/VV1tt3   ) I moved to teaching…middle and high schoolers: and boy oh boy! Was that first year a learning experience!!!! But I returned and the second year came so much easier. It helped that I was teaching things I really enjoyed. I had the chance to teach Music class, and I chose to teach about modern day music. We had loads of fun listening to Elvis, The Beatles, and even Nirvana! (and so many other awesome bands.)  I got to teach English to 9th and 10th graders, and I loved it. Government is and never was my favorite subject in school, however I took a hands on approach and the students seemed to enjoy it. Yearbook was definitely a trial of sorts.  Continue reading

I’ve Been Smacked in the Face By My Muse!

So for three long years my writing partner Will and I worked diligently on co-writing our epic fantasy series. We finished in January with book one. I’ve not been able to touch the dang book (book two) ever since. Oh, I tried. I definitely tried. And we even got a good 25K words in to book two. But, I just wasn’t feeling it. And I could not for the life of me figure out why. Continue reading

Pills, Roadtrips, & Bookstores

 So I’ve been sick for the last twelve days or so.  Because I’m in between jobs and that new insurance on the new job has yet to kick in I went to a little clinic inside Krogers…called The Little Clinic. Ha! Really…. They were very nice and told me I had Shingles. Lovely. The medicine they wanted to give me was way expensive but fortunately they had an alternative. So instead of taking one pill twice a day I get to take 4 pills five times a day. I don’t know which was worse: Having shingles or having that many pills to swallow every day.

As if that wasn’t bad enough I ended up with the flu…or it’s not so distant cousin. Who knows. Friday was hell for me. Totally. My defenses were down, my immune system was at a low point, and the students I teach had completely no sympathy for me whatsoever. (Do middle schoolers even know what that word is?)

I went home and crashed into my bed (after taking another four pills) and didn’t wake up until 9:40 am today (or um…Saturday-I just noticed it’s after midnight now). I did a quick mental full body scan and decided I wasn’t dead and so I must…without a doubt, no hesitation, get my ass up and get dressed, and get on the road.  Continue reading

Nanowrimo: Chapter Three

Chapter Three

 

Kamila sat at the table and watched Chad place their drink orders. The envelope was still in her back pocket burning through the cloth but she resisted the urge to pull it out again. She had already looked through it a dozen times over the last few hours. None of it made sense to her and she hoped Chad had more answers than what he’d divulged so far. He approached her, holding two drinks, and she pulled his chair out for him.

“Still dirty chai, right?”

She nodded and took it. “How did…”

Chad stopped her. “I know you have lots of questions.” He sat his drink down and pulled his chair in. “Most of the beginning answers will probably make you pissed off though so I’d like to control this conversation right now.”

“That’s not fair Chad. I do have a lot of questions and…”

“And I will tell you what I know. So can I begin?” He waited until she nodded. “Your paper shook the FBI department more than you know. You actually put a big ol’ bullseye on you.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Kamila crossed her arms and sat back.

Chad smiled and shook his head. “You were always too smart for your own good.”

She didn’t enjoy in the joke. “I’m waiting for answers.”

“Do you think that nobody else in the force thought that David wasn’t the Gemstone Killer?” He didn’t wait for her answer. “You brought unwanted and unneeded attention to the entire FBI when you turned that paper in.” Continue reading

Nanowrimo: Chapter Two

mirrorChapter Two

Kamila knew what the students at the FBI Academy called her behind her back. Hunter. It never bothered her. It was the truth and she believed the truth should not bother you. It should set you free. Only the truth she sought was still missing in her life. She raised the dirty chai tea (with three shots of vanilla) to her mouth and blew.

“She’s an amateur. I don’t know why Chad put her on the case.”

She smiled as she listened to her new partners. They didn’t know she was listening. She sat in the two-man sofa, right around the corner, in the waiting room. She’d been there for only seven minutes or so. Glancing at her watch she decided if Chad was anything like when they had dated a decade ago he would be right on time.

“We don’t know anything about her, Doug. And Chad has never led us wrong. His ability to sniff out these killers by combining the right minds has him holding an undefeated record.” Analiese replied. “I heard she will probably graduate at the top. That’s gotta mean something.”

“Yeah, whatever. I just don’t want some cadet-in-training stepping on my feet. You and me solved the last case and this one will be ours too.”

“Doug, Chad isn’t even hiring her on. She’s just consulting on the case at his request.”

Kamila sighed, tired of her eavesdropping, and stood up. She walked around the corner. “Good morning.” She welcomed Analiese’s genuine smile and saw right through Doug’s. “Chad here yet?” She didn’t bother looking around.   Continue reading