Tamsin L. Silver

Tamsin L. Silver Hi! My name is Tamsin Silver and I'm a published Fantasy author who lives in NYC. The first book of my Living Dead Girl Saga, "The Betrayal," is now available for Amazon Kindle, B&N Nook, and soon to be found on Amazon Print on Demand.

As I've been involved in the goth/industrial scene since 1989, my books revolve around that scene. Both in both NYC and Boston. Unlike my writing blog, this blog will revolve around my the goth/industrial scene as well as my gothy characters.

So stay tuned for cool links to goth/industrial stuff, character pics, hot goth men and women, and great clothing! But I warn you, there also may be dogs and puppies. It's a weakness. I apologize. :)

You can find more about about me and my books at www.tamsinsilver.com or come follow me on Twitter! @tamsinsilver is me!

Cheers!

referenceforwriters:

by Chuck Palahniuk 
8 Words You Should Avoid When Writing


As always, Orwell’s final rule applies: “Break any of these rules before saying anything barbarous.” There are instances where each of these words fills a valuable role. However, especially among inexperienced writers, these words are frequently molested and almost always gum up the works.


1. “Suddenly”
“Sudden” means quickly and without warning, but using the word “suddenly” both slows down the action and warns your reader. Do you know what’s more effective for creating the sense of the sudden? Just saying what happens.

I pay attention to every motion, every movement, my eyes locked on them.Suddenly, The gun goes off.

When using “suddenly,” you communicate through the narrator that the action seemed sudden. By jumping directly into the action, you allow the reader to experience that suddenness first hand. “Suddenly” also suffers from being nondescript, failing to communicate the nature of the action itself; providing no sensory experience or concrete fact to hold on to. Just … suddenly.
Feel free to employ “suddenly” in situations where the suddenness is not apparent in the action itself. For example, in “Suddenly, I don’t hate you anymore,” the “suddenly” substantially changes the way we think about the shift in emotional calibration.
2. “Then”

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referenceforwriters:

by Chuck Palahniuk 
8 Words You Should Avoid When Writing

As always, Orwell’s final rule applies: “Break any of these rules before saying anything barbarous.” There are instances where each of these words fills a valuable role. However, especially among inexperienced writers, these words are frequently molested and almost always gum up the works.

1. “Suddenly”

“Sudden” means quickly and without warning, but using the word “suddenly” both slows down the action and warns your reader. Do you know what’s more effective for creating the sense of the sudden? Just saying what happens.

I pay attention to every motion, every movement, my eyes locked on them.
Suddenly, The gun goes off.

When using “suddenly,” you communicate through the narrator that the action seemed sudden. By jumping directly into the action, you allow the reader to experience that suddenness first hand. “Suddenly” also suffers from being nondescript, failing to communicate the nature of the action itself; providing no sensory experience or concrete fact to hold on to. Just … suddenly.

Feel free to employ “suddenly” in situations where the suddenness is not apparent in the action itself. For example, in “Suddenly, I don’t hate you anymore,” the “suddenly” substantially changes the way we think about the shift in emotional calibration.

2. “Then”

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AMELIE - Part I

AMELIE – PART I

© Tamsin L. Silver 2013

 

As I came to, I heard the sound of rushing water and felt the speed of it flowing past me, blanketing one of my arms, its cool temperature a caress to my skin. With conscious effort, I fought against the oppressive air that surrounded me, pushing up from where I lay. I barely rose three inches off the ground when pain like I’d never known shot through my being. I heard a gasp, followed by the clatter of stones knocking into one another as I dropped back down. The clicking of the stones ceased and the reverberation of the ground faded into the distance.

Unclear if the gasp came from me or someone nearby, I resisted the weight of my eyelids, and with a calming breath, lifted them. They fluttered against the sunlight before opening fully and adjusting, bringing the world around me into focus. I found that I was lying on the edge of a wide river that tumbled over smooth stones of black and silver, the water itself was clear but not blue, and surrounded by tall, old trees.

In this moment, three things were utterly clear to me. One, I was on Earth, hence the heaviness. Two, I had no memory of how I’d gotten here, which very likely was important. And three, I had no clue who I was. On the bright side, I knew what I was. Sadly, that wasn’t the bigger issue. Not in my book. How and why I was lying on Earth was a much scarier notion.

My gaze slid down my arm, pale as moonlight, which lay in the water, a striking contrast to the black stones of the river. Under the water, at the tip of my fingers, lay my sword. This both calmed and worried me. If I wasn’t in trouble, it wouldn’t have followed me here.

Once again, I attempted to pull myself to a sitting position. Succeeding on the third try, I wiped the sandy grit from where my face had lay at the edge of the water, fairly certain the imprints of rocks would have indented my face like pillowcase folds. I noted a small waterfall to my left and understood the loud rushing sound that had woken me. But what of the gasp? Had that been me? No one else was around so it had to be, right?

I cleared my throat and was astounded that it made noise. Testing a theory, I said, “Where am I?” aloud and heard myself not just in my mind, but through my ears. If I was on Earth, my kind didn’t tend to make sound here, unless of course—

I shuddered and I put that idea out of my mind.

Bending to the water, I sniffed. It was clean. Using my hands, I cupped some to drink. Leaning forward, the wide curls of my long, red hair cascaded about my face, getting in the way, as usual. Shoving the curls aside, I drank a few handfuls. Once satiated, I used my wet hands to shove and settle my hair out of my face before I began to examine my body.

Nothing felt broken but my blue gown was bloody and torn. There were bruises and cuts here and there, the two worst were a bang to my head and an immense gash on my side that had been lying on the stones. Both ached and wept blood still, which was a cause for some concern. If I was on Earth, they shouldn’t even still be there, let alone bleeding. Something was definitely wrong.

 I knelt in the water and cleaned all of my wounds as best as I could without disrobing. I began to consider doing just that when I felt the reverberation of the ground again. This time, it was not fading into the distance. It was advancing upon my location. Fear gripped me. Humans couldn’t see my kind, but what if the person who gave me this gash was returning to finish me off?

I held onto my injured side with my one arm and snagged my sword from the water with the other. With a grunt, I stood up, and swayed slightly before finding my center. Turning to face my attackers, I extended my wings fully, five feet in each direction, to give me greater balance as well as the battle options. As they burst from the bushes coming toward me, I lifted my sword, a battle cry in my throat.

(Source: tamsinsilver.blogspot.com)

AMELIE Announcement

What do you do when you wake up on Earth, injured,

with no evidence of how you got there, no clue of your past…

and no idea why God kicked you out of heaven?

Announcing…a Tamsin Silver Blog Only Event…

AMELIE

an Urban Fantasy series by Tamsin L. Silver

Coming Soon!

(Source: tamsinsilver.blogspot.com)

We Want More of Erin: The ML’s Guide to Writing in New York

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lettersandlight:

Erin is one of our fantastic Municipal Liaisons in New York City, and has been leading the NaNoWriMo charge there since 2003. We asked her to give us the Wrimo’s Guide to noveling in NYC, and boy, did she deliver.

If you find yourself wondering where to write in the Empire City, let Erin regale you with tales of the “Desperation Libation”, typing in front of the Flatiron Building like the Wrimos above, and where to get the best latte:

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SHIT I CAN'T MAKE UP: Convo between my 7year-old students today

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  • (Names have been altered slightly, just in case.)
  • Josie: I have a new crusshhhhh
  • Matt: Me too! On a boy!
  • Pearl: You're a boy with a crush on a boy?
  • Matt: Yeah he's really cute.
  • Pearl: Oh.
  • (pause for a bit)
  • Matt: Boys can like boys. I just can't marry him because boys can't marry boys.
  • Me: Yeah they can. You can marry whoever you want.
  • Matt: Really?
  • Josie: YEAH my tia has a wife so now I have a titi and a auntie.
  • Matt: Okay. Then maybe I'll marry him.
  • Dave: (from across the room) No you can't you're seven.
  • (Age was apparently the only foreseeable problem anyone of my elementary schoolers could see with gay marriage. I almost cried out of happiness. Later, when I was asked if boys could kiss anyone they wanted, I replied "only if they want to kiss you back." And Josie responded "Yeah! Your body your life.")
  • My students are the shit.
  • ---------------------------
  • My comment on this: I agree...his students ARE the shit! This may have happened in the UK, but I hope similar things are being said by the next generation here in the USA. I may be old as dirt when it happens...but damn it...change is going to happen when this generation is in charge (or so I pray and hope). I pray I live long enough to see this level of acceptance as the norm. xo -Tamsin :)

Goth Day at California Disneyland!

First promo/concept art for the graphic novel based on my book, Moon Over Manhattan.
Art by Anastasia Catris
Model for Denika: Lauren Steinmeyer

First promo/concept art for the graphic novel based on my book, Moon Over Manhattan.

Art by Anastasia Catris

Model for Denika: Lauren Steinmeyer

virgin identity

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fshk:

I don’t have time to write a lot about this, but I think it’s kind of interesting. Apparently there’s a rising trend toward male virgins in romance novels. (Is there an inverse trend for fewer female virgins? It’s not clear!)

I think what I find really interesting, though, is that there’s still this trend toward virginity at all, especially in contemporaries. Why is virginity on somebody’s part still a given in contemporaries? Why do we still consider it a prize? It seems to me (as both a writer of romances and a human being) that love and intimacy are the real prizes. (Plus I question whether it’s realistic for any of the characters—who are usually, what, in their late 20s in contemporaries?—to be virgins in this day and age. Although I guess realism and romance novels are not always synonymous.)

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Awwwwwww…

What a fun outfit! Personally I want the boots!

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What a fun outfit! Personally I want the boots!

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