Adela Arthur and the Creator's Clock
by Judyann McCole
This book 1 of 5 for The Chronicle of A Genre: Fantasy
To Who Ever This May Concern; I wish I could tell you the contents of this book were purely fictional. That I, Adela Arthur, was just a normal sixteen year old from Portland and that dragons, giants, elves and mermaids were just myths. I wish these were legends shared from crazy old grandparents to crazy old grandparents around campfires. After all, that is what I used to believe.I never would have thought they lived on the other side of our mirrors in a world called Cielieu. But they do…I never would have thought there were humans, better known as Volsin that lived among them with the ability to create light from a single thought. But there are…I never would have thought I was one of them… But I am… I am the last Arthur and I was brought to the human world after a Volsin, filled with greed, began to strip the light from our kind.The human world was supposed to be a safe haven… but he’s found us and the only way to stop him is to go back to Cielieu and begin training as a student in the Elpida Castle of Light.Like I said I wish the contents of this book were purely fictional and not my life…
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About the Author:
JUDYANN MCCOLE was a senior in high school when she started working on Adela Arthur and the Creator’s Clock during her history class. It started off as short story for a group of young kids she babysat for and grew into an adventure she herself wanted to go on. She is currently attending college in Virginia. Where she hopes to finish the next adventure in Adela Arthur’s life. She begin writing when she was in middle school most of it was just simple poetry but she was inspired by Maya Angelou and even a little of Dr. Seuss.
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Authors + Reviewers = Complicated.
Before I was an author I was a book review, well even now I am still a book reviewer. One of the most annoying things I ever had to deal with were author’s who could not handle a negative review and attacked me for it. This isn’t just an Indie author thing it’s also for traditional publishers as well. I never understood why they took it so personally or felt the need to comment. I was giving my personal opinion, to which some agreed and others did not.
Well, I didn’t understand until I became an author. The only way I can explain it is by saying to us our book is our children. We are overbearing, overprotective, and constantly worrying about it.
We want our kids to be liked by everyone. But that’s unrealistic. There is no book that can be loved by every last person in the world. It’s just not possible we are all different.
So what can authors do?
Shut up and take it. Seriously. That’s all you can do.
You need to understand that there are 3 categories of reviewers.
1. Those who dislike your book.
2. Those who dislike your book and you.
3. Those who are just trolls (Thank god they are very very few people in this last one. Most of them are for high profile books; like Twilight)
Most reviewers fit into the first box. They dislike your book but they have nothing against you. It’s hard to separate that but it’s a must. They have every right to express how they feel.
It doesn’t matter how many great reviews we get those ones that don’t like it that get us to re-think everything.
Tina Fey said once “If you ever start to feel too good about yourself, they have this thing called the Internet, and you can find a lot of people there who don't like you.”
As artist we are always judged. It sucks that some people will hate your work however there is nothing you can do about it expect grow from it.
Fighting back will or commenting negatively will actually hurt you in eyes of readers.
I’m dealing this right now. No matter how many good reviews I get I always beat myself over the negatives one. I told the reviewer thank you for her thoughts and moved on.
If you feel tempted to read go to so of the most believed novels of all time and read the reviews. It’s actually a badge of honor in some ways.
But no matter what never stop writing. Even if everyone in the world hates it (I doubt that.)
Reviews, bad or good, means someone read your work!
Ps. I know it doesn’t really help but don’t lose hope in your work or yourself.
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“And she is supposed to be an Arthur. She looks more like a Dingle Bird. A very annoying Dingle Bird.” Scarlet smirked and a few other Red Diamonds laughed along with her.
“Hector, are the Daneworts known for anything?” Adela turned back, making sure her voice was loud enough.
“No, I don’t think so,” he replied, unsure why she asked.
Turning her head back to Scarlet, Adela just smiled. “I guess it’s easier for you to wonder about my family when yours isn’t known for anything and you need to be the center of attention.”
There were a few gasps and a lot of wide eyes in the room when Scarlet stood up in rage.
“First, both my parents own almost half of Cielieu City, and second, what family? Last time I checked, Prin—he had wiped out your whole family, and everyone knows he is coming for you next. You were stupid for coming back here. No one in their right mind would want to be an Arthur. Especially since we all know he will get into your head again and steal your light the moment he gets a chance,” she yelled, causing every last person to turn toward Adela once again.
Luckily for her, Lord Figwort had, at that exact moment, chosen to walk in. The older man was completely oblivious to what had transpired only a second earlier, and no one wanted to be the one to inform him. Scarlet simply sat down and everyone pretended to pay attention to what Lord Figwort was saying.
“Are you all right?” Hector whispered to her.
“Yes. What’s a Dingle Bird?” she whispered back to him.
Hector gave her an odd look before replying. “Imagine a baby hyena with wings.”
She nodded and smiled, even though she didn’t want to.