

Hello, hello everyone! How are y'all? :-) This is Vincent LaVel Moorehead: writer, reader, and book blogger extraordinaire. I am doing absolutely great this morning. Oh, it's 1 o'clock am. Wow. I really should go to sleep, but guess what? It's Saturday morning. Wohoo! And I have been doing a lot this week, so much that I haven't been able to blog. But now I'm back. :) I wanted to give y'all a nice update so listen up. Plus, I have a little something something for y'all at the end.
I have been hard at work these past few weeks. I've written 2 chapters for "Dragon Earth" and I'm in the middle of chapter seven titled "Séraphine Soleil." This is a chapter that I'm having SO much fun writing. The character Séraphine is such a tease, such a kitty-cat character so to speak. She's so gritty, so silly, and so sensible at the same time. :) Confusing, no? I have an excerpt from chapter seven at the bottom of the blog that y'all DON'T WANT TO MISS. :0)
Guess what the picture above shows? Well, forget the one showing me. The other shows a picture of a lynx, a mythological creature guarding the forest. There's a lynx in chapter seven. I can't wait to really develop the lynx character. His name is Leflorhys by the way. Say hi to him. Hehe. ;) In chapter six, my characters were attacked by the Coven, a band of witches and wizards flooding the city of Cambridge. Don't fret! The Xenphiri are here! :0) I will explain who the Xenphiri are in later blog posts.
Now, I wanted to post a few points on chapter six of "The Midnight Disease" by Alice Flaherty. I said before that I would skirt through this chapter because it's very science-y and it's interesting, but not integral to my research. Chapter six is titled "Why We Write" and Ms. Flaherty asks the question what part of our brain drives us to write. The limbic system gives writers motivation to write. It lies under another system called the cerebral cortex. The limbic system controls fear, food, fighting, sexual desire, and more complex things such as social bonding, learning, and memory. Ooh, let's get a little deeper, shall we? The hypothalamus is part of the limbic system. It deals with our sleep cycles, and as we should know, sleep is related to depression and anxiety. If you get necessary rest, you will have a lower chance of being depressed than someone who doesn't get the right amount of sleep. The hypothalamus also deals with appetite, blood sugar level, and temperature regulation. Wohoo. So all in all, maintain your body so you lower your chance of depression and anxiety, which affects motivation to write. o___o
Ms. Flaherty asks us what is the motivation to write? Is it a "core emotion?" She replies that it's a secondary emotion. Core emotions are like joy and fear, she says, and it isn't a biological desire to procreate and have children. Her answer is that the motivation to write is similar to guilt, hope, and smugness. The motivation to write is linked to the desire to communicate. Her evidence for this relies on 3 areas. First is that humans have a distinct area in the brain that controls speech. Second is that everyone speaks and that cultures cannot get along without an elaborate language. Third is that we learn to speak at an early age. This was a cute quote from neurologist Frank Wilson: "[a young child] behaves as if she has been given a teristic fizz, that the young child behaves as if she has been given a labeling gun whose relentless operation compels her to take possession of the world by putting labels on everything she possibly can." Aaw! :) We try to make sense of things, Ms. Flaherty says and the desire to communicate is how we channel this "sense-making." Psychologist Dylan Evans says that writing can serve in 3 ways. One, it can alter mood by consoling, by entertaining, and by venting.
Writing consoles us by using language that can encourage us, so that's understandable. I think writing out Bible verses applies to this perfectly. I'm getting into this practice. :0) Second is that writing can be a source of entertainment, a source of pleasure. Third is that we can vent through writing, something that can be negative, but something that can be positive. This brushes a little bit against consolation. I don't know if you feel angry right now and you want to blog about it and vent, vent, VENT! But Ms. Flaherty says that venting can help someone overcome trials someone is dealing with.
One thing that I want to post before I go is the idea of the "desire to be published" or graphomania. Evolutionary psychologists see the desire for fame as part of the already established dominance hierarchy. Orwell says writing for fame as "sheer egoism." What do y'all think about writing for fame? I won't post anything about that...maybe later. ;) The novelist Milan Kundera saw graphomania as something destructive to society because "the resulting flood of words drowns out the chance for anyone to be heard." Now, I would love for all writers to share their work. I think that's great. But let's be honest...writing is a BUSINESS, an INDUSTRY. Publishers (particularly the large publishers) choose manuscripts and authors that they think will bolster their profits. I don't necessarily get him just because there is and always will be a limit to how many "famous authors" live in the world. Other than this, I would love to have your thoughts on writing for fame. Is that "okay?" Is that enough for a writer? I'd love to hear your thoughts.
:) I am posting the excerpt from the chapter "Séraphine Soleil" below. I hope you like it. Enjoy and God Bless! :0)
Chapter 7: Séraphine Soleil (Excerpt)
The tinkling of a bell announced that Alexis had stepped into the restaurant. Looking back at the door, Alexis saw a sign with black letters etched on the door. “Be happy, be healthy, be French.” A few giggles escaped Alexis. Turning, she jogged ahead and then coughed. Thick drapes covered her and she struggled until she wound herself out of them. Waving the drapes away, Alexis looked above at thick purple drapes which rose over her like vines. They drooped down from the faraway ceiling, waving in the air like silk violets. Craning her head, Alexis searched, but couldn’t find any fans. Looking back at the drapes and then shrugging, she moved
past until she walked down several steps. A thick red veil covered the next entrance and Alexis pushed through it and then saw what she had seen long before. Round tables covered with rich plum cloths layered each round dining table. A candle stood on top of every table, glowing in the dimness of the loghouse. In the center of the restaurant sat everyone else, Gloria dragging a seat towards the crowded table. A lone, piercing sound like that of a train whistle shot through the restaurant. Looking at the far side of the restaurant, Alexis saw lights blaring in the
restaurant kitchen. She saw several dark figures running through the kitchen and Alexis didn’t stop staring at them until Gloria waved a hand at her. Carefully, Alexis wended her way through the maze of tables until she reached the company.
“Weird, isn’t it that Séraphine’s is open,” Alexis whispered and then dragged a seat from a table beside theirs. “I mean, wasn’t it supposed to be closed at ten or something?”
“Not my restaurant, mon enfant!” cried a loud, piercing, guttural voice. Whipping her head around, Alexis saw a woman in a thin, slick brocade jockeying through the winding tables. Alexis’s eyes widened. The woman was clothed in a black dress colored in gold. Peering closer, Alexis thought that the gold was actually trees, limbs, and leaves inking through the black of her dress. The woman was tall, even taller than Gloria and Alexis saw a perfect blessing of lipstick on her bubble lips. She swayed so expertly, a hand on one side and her other flailing through the air like she was painting. A great clomping sound drowned out the chatter of the
company and Alexis’s friends fell silent as the woman drew level with them.
“Come, mon enfant, come. I will not bite. I am an ange, harmless!” The woman passed the company staring at her from their seats. Soon she reached Alexis, placing her free hand on Alexis’s shoulder. “Sit, sit, sit! I cannot have guests falling over in boredom and exhaustion. Especially, mon enfants! Sit down, and let Madame Séraphine take care of you.”
“Move, move!” shouted Madame Séraphine, waving her hands at Nahshon and
Rozella. Looking at each other, the two moved so that Alexis could put her seat in the middle of them. “That is better,” Madame Séraphine said, rolling her tongue. “I cannot have my famille working against me. I won’t have it.” Sighing, she looked around at the table. “Such happy faces, eh? No room for me?” She looked at the already crowded table. “I guess I must stand, but I will not mind it. I love the sight of such beautiful people, such lovely guests. Merveilleux!” Striding
around the table until she was in back of Gloria, Madame Séraphine clasped her hands together.
“My friends, welcome to my humble abode. I am forever and always, Madame Séraphine, at the service of the Xenphiri and all things dragon.” She played a quick curtsy, looking at the faces about her. “Of course, you may call me Séra. I am like the Gloria. I do not like everyone saying my full name all the time. It is useless. Ennuyeux!” Laughing, Séra waved a hand in the air and whispered. “But don’t tell anyone or I will have to revoke the privilege.”