Breaking Bones and Breaking Hearts

We’ve all heard the phrase.

“Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me.”

And we can surely all agree that this is a load of bullhonkey.

Words can hurt. They can belittle, bruise, burn and beat us down. And today, I discovered a whole new world of pain that words can deliver:

reviews.

Yes, the humble review, written by amateurs and professionals alike, aimed at books, films, plays and all manner of things. I’ve read plenty of them in the past; I’ve written a few, too.

But never before have I been in the vulnerable position of being the author of the work being scrutinised.

As some of you may recall, I recently won the Romance Writing competition run by Random House Publishing and Take 5 magazine. Awesome, right? Heck yes. For a writer like me, who is pitifully trying to crawl her way into the spotlight, the recognition offered by this win was tremendous. Of most significance was the exposure that my short story received. Currently, it is available for free download on numerous sites, including Amazon, Google Play, iTunes and so forth. People all around the world now have access to my story.

Thus, people all around the world now have the chance to review said story.

I’m not shy about sharing my work. Comments, cheers, criticisms — this is how I learn and grow. I wouldn’t have a blog if I was afraid of being reviewed. But you see, for the most part, the blogosphere is a lovely place to share one’s work. You readers are kind and supportive, encouraging my triumphs and gently pointing out areas to improve on, because you are generally in the anxious position of please treat me the way I have treated you.

But when you slap your work all around cyberspace, it winds up sitting on the edge of a cliff — exposed, alone, and ripe for the picking.

The reviewers pounce.

Only today did I think to go in search of my story in its various new homes, and once I found it, but stomach did backflips and my heart rose and fell.

The reviews, dear readers. Oh, the reviews.

There was no consideration for me — the author — because these people, these reviewers and potential purchasers, don’t know me any more than they know my name. Unbiased, they ravage my tiny 1000-word offering to their heart’s content, and for me, this is quite daunting.

Some reviews were touching, and made me smile:

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Some reviews… Not so much.

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Ouch, right? I felt devastated and embarrassed. I had to quickly close down the screen and go play some Candy Crush to make myself feel better…

But it got me thinking — if this is how I feel about a story of only 1000 words… How must big-time authors feel when faced with these sort of reviews about their life’s work?

Does Stephanie Meyer ever gorge herself on chocolate after yet another person makes a “Still a better love story than Twilight” joke?

Is E.L. James able to comfort herself with her piles of cash when the reviewers bring their whips out (pun totally intended)?

Could Shakespeare possibly be off crying in a corner because another high school student is lamenting over their Hamlet studies?

And the answer probably is:

…Sometimes.

Because the less-than-ideal reviews for Trash to Treasure did hurt. They did, for a moment, make me wonder what the hell I’m doing with my life, if the one thing I love doing — if the one thing I can imagine doing for the rest of my life — can be so swiftly disregarded.

But then I thought…

(pardon the language)

…Fuck ‘em.

You can’t please everybody — that’s life.

Trash to Treasure must have pleased somebody; I wouldn’t have won if it hadn’t. And you know what? It pleased me.

Sticks and stones can break bones, and words can bloody hurt.

…But they won’t break me. Because I won’t let them.

My name is Jess. I am a writer. And I throw myself at the mercy of the reviewers.

Do. Your. Worst.

- Love The Bad Guy

Writer's Tip #38: When you feel like your pen is glaring at you, take a break.

Happy Second Annibirthsary!

Well, my goodness, readers. What with all the stress and panic of this marvellous Honours year, I let a very important date slip by without mention.

Two days ago, on the 5th day of May, Love The Bad Guy celebrated its second annibirthsary!

My computer is very helpfully putting a squiggly red line under “annibirthsary“, but it can just shut the hell up, because I know what I mean — my blog has been floating around cyberspace for two years (and two days!) now, and I want to mark the occasion of its not-quite-a-birthday-not-quite-an-anniversary moment.

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So, what has happened with us after two years, dear blog and I? Well…

We’ve accrued over 25,000 views.

We’ve gathered 177 fellow bad guy lovers.

We’ve published 283 posts (wait… 284!).

(We still have not freaking been Freshly Pressed, and I really, REALLY wanna be… *sigh*)

Our most popular post has been this little shared snippet of awesomeness.

Our most popular segment has been Why I Love That Bad Guy (and it’s been our most favourite to share with you, readers).

And it seems most of my lovely readers are from America, Canada or England. Hmmm. I find this mildly interesting. We’ve learned something here today.

"For it's jolly good to follow... And so say all of us!"

But moving away from the stats, it is rather nice to float down memory lane and take a gander at some of my personal favourite moments of the past year…

I had an absolute ball writing Will You Survive The End Of the World? in which readers can discover what apocalypse they’ll face, which fictional character they’ll face it with, and whether or not they’ll survive. I loved reading your outcomes, so if you haven’t yet, go take a journey!

I wrote a poem for Christmas. A poem about Tom Riddle, a.k.a. Adorable Lil’ Voldie. Awesome, yes?

I started getting into the Trifecta writing prompts, particularly their weekend 33-word challenges. I’ve even won a bronze and silver medals with my pieces Webbed and Guardian Angel, respectively. Woohoo!

I had a giggle writing my Valentine’s Day post for ALL DA SINGLE LADIES! ALL DA SINGLE LADIES out there (and all the single fellas, too. I’m not trying to be sexist or nothing).

I finally overwrote all my sister’s high scores in Tetris. HELL YEEEEAAAH.

I lamented over my severe name-a-holism. It’s like alcoholism, but with less alcohol and more naming of things.

And I had my day — my year — absolutely made with a single phone call from Random House Publishing telling me that I’d won their Romance Writing Competition. This lovely lady recently emailed me again to tell me that Trash to Treasure has since been downloaded over 7000 times! I’m giddy…

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It’s been a hell of a year, readers, and I have you to thank. So…

Thank you!

For the kind words, comments and constructive criticism.

For the “likes”.

For the congratulations of my triumphs, and comforts for my trials.

Seriously — you guys are awesome.

- Love The Bad Guy [Now and Always]

Stuff No One Told Us (So I’ll Share It With You)

University is keeping me pretty busy at the moment (What a bully…), and so I’ve not had much time to write posts. Thus, I come to you with stolen awesomeness from someone else.

The blog Stuff No One Told Me contains many brilliant comics and cartoons by Alex Noriega, who shares his interpretations and realisations about the world in hilarious (and often deep) ways.

I highly recommend you head over to his blog and check out his work.

But for now, please enjoy some of my personal favourite pictures from his collection.

- Love The Bad Guy

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Please Vote! (I’ll Love You Forever)

My dear readers, it’s that time of year again:

The Best Australian Blogs Competition for 2013
is now open, and I need your votes!

I’d very much appreciate if you could spare me two minutes of your time to follow this link to the Comp’s website, find and tick Love The Bad Guy (it’s on the third page), then fill in your details and submit. Too easy!

You don’t need to be Australian to vote, so if you’ve ever found yourself chuckling quietly, nodding thoughtfully or smiling appreciatively at any of my posts, I hope you’ll take a short moment to show your support. (And hey, if anyone wants to spread the word about it, I wouldn’t have a problem with that… Twitter hashtag is #bestblogs13, just in case anyone wants to know…)

Voting closes on Tuesday, 30th April.

Cheers, readers!

- Love The Bad Guy

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ERMAHGERD!

Readers, I like to think of myself as a fairly well-spoken individual, but right now, all I can think to say is ERMAHGERD, NO WAAAAAAAY!!!!

You see, for the past few weeks, I’ve been sitting on some rather exciting news, and now that it’s been officially announced, I can share it with you:

I won the Take 5 and Random House Australia
Romance Writing Competition!

It was a nationwide competition, calling for writers to submit a romance story of 1000 word or less. I submitted my entry and held a small glimmer of hope that maybe, just maybe, I could reach the finalists’ round, in which ten writers get the chance to have their stories voted upon by the general public.

But never in my wildest dreams could I have expected that phone call…

I won. I freakin’ won. And now, my short story—Trash to Treasurehas today been published in Take 5 Magazine (a serial that I’ve read and adored for many years now), and will soon be available for free download through Random House’s website. A few weeks back, the kind people at Random House Australia emailed me the virtual e-book cover, and let’s just say that seeing my name on that gorgeous thing sent my heart all aflutter. (Check it out down below!)

Not only that, but I’ve received $500 (my first paid publishing!), an e-reader (I’ll be sure to let you know how my experience with that goes), and a box-load of brilliant-looking books published with Random House (yes–an entire box of books, delivered right to my door. And bookworms everywhere swoon with me).

To tell you the truth, I’m still in shock, but I’m deliriously happy.

So thank you, thank you, thank you, to the lovely people at Take 5 Magazine and Random House Australia for giving writers like me a chance to be recognised. You’ll never know how happy you’ve made me.

- Love The Bad Guy

Purchase a copy of Take 5 today, Aussie readers, to find the story… and a photo of me. *le gasp!* I have a face!

EDIT 28/03/2013: Goodness me, people can now access “Trash to Treasure” on iTunes. Typing my name into the search bar brings it up. It’s sitting here on my desktop, looking at me… *swoons again*

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Will You Survive the End of the World?

Three months ago, the world didn’t end, and that’s a little bit fantastic.

But what if it had? What if the Apocalypse was right here, right now, and you needed to team up with a partner to try and survive the End?

Well, I felt like procrastinating from the work I should be doing, and instead created this:

A device to tell you how the world is ending, who you’ll face it with, and the outcome.

So without further ado, I ask…

Will You Survive the End of the World?

Apocalypse

Step One: How Is The World Ending?

No one really knows, my dear friend, just quite how it all will end. So let’s find out! Look at a digital clock, and take note of whether the hour and minute numbers are even or odd at this exact moment.

  • Even:Even = Zombie Apocalypse
    (Maybe it was a cancer cure gone wrong. Maybe it was a disease maliciously spread. All you know for certain is that mindless, walking dead now walk the earth, and they hunger for your brain.)
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  • Even:Odd = Alien Invasion
    (They said they came in peace. They lied. Earth was ravaged by this blood-thirsty, dominating species of extra-terrestrial beasts, and they won’t rest until all humans are exterminated.)
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  • Odd:Even = Nuclear Warfare
    (War is a complicated thing. One country sends a nuke at another, and suddenly explosions are rife all over the world. Foolishly, humanity is headed for its own demise.)
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  • Odd:Odd = Natural Disasters
    (Erupting volcanoes, devastating earthquakes and annihilating tidal waves have combined in a horrific scene. Mother Earth has turned on humanity, and few have survived the onslaught.)

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Step Two: Who Is Your Partner?

Lucky you! You found a fellow survivor in the devastation and the two of you have teamed up. Use the date of your birth (that is, the day of the month on which you were born) to identify your End-of-the-World-Partner.

  1. Captain Hook (from Peter Pan)
  2. Harry Potter (from Harry Potter)
  3. Bowser (from Super Mario Land)
  4. Katniss Everdeen (from The Hunger Games)
  5. Edward Cullen (from Twilight)
  6. The Great Eagle (from Lord of the Rings)
  7. Hermione Granger (from Harry Potter)
  8. Christian Grey (from Fifty Shades of Grey)
  9. The Slender Man (from Slender)
  10. Lady Havisham (from Great Expectations)
  11. Iago (from Othello)
  12. Isabella Swan (from Twilight)
  13. Lord Voldemort (from Harry Potter)
  14. The Doctor (from Doctor Who)
  15. Loki Laufeyson (from Thor)
  16. The Mad Hatter (from Alice in Wonderland)
  17. Elizabeth Bennet (from Pride and Prejudice)
  18. Albus Dumbledore (from Harry Potter)
  19. Prince Hamlet (from Hamlet)
  20. Toothless (from How To Train Your Dragon)
  21. Sir Lancelot (from Arthurian Legend)
  22. Gollum (from Lord of the Rings)
  23. Inigo Montoya (from The Princess Bride)
  24. Sherlock Holmes (from Sherlock Holmes)
  25. Bellatrix Lestrange (from Harry Potter)
  26. Thor Odinson (from Thor)
  27. Bilbo Baggins (from Lord of the Rings)
  28. Aslan (from The Chronicles of Narnia)
  29. Romeo Montague (from Romeo and Juliet)
  30. Gandalf (from Lord of the Rings)
  31. Mr Darcy (from Pride and Prejudice)

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Step Three: What Is The Outcome?

Do you and your partner overcome all the odds? Or do you crumble with the rest of humanity? Use your birth month to find out.

January:

It quickly becomes clear to you that your partner would prefer to go it alone. Your relationship becomes strained, until you awaken one morning to find yourself alone. You refuse to let this bring you down; you continue the good fight independently. Years later, as a hardened survivor, you hear word that your partner was killed mere weeks after they left. Guess they should have stuck with you…

February:

Your partner is open and friendly, immediately taking you under their wing during these horrific times. With them, you feel completely safe; however, you are concerned by their willingness to help other survivors. The two of you are often low on supplies due to your partner’s generosity. When you encounter a lone man in your travels, your partner offers their usual assistance. The man is suspicious of this kindness and blindly attacks. Your partner dies in your arms.

March:

The two of you fall quickly into a routine. Eat, sleep, travel and survive — neither of you care for much more. But perhaps you should’ve taken the time to learn more about your partner… Turns out, they resort to unorthodox methods of survival: namely, picking up lone survivors such as yourself, gaining their trust, then selling them to the highest bidder. Hope you enjoy your new life as a slave.

April:

Never allow anyone to get too close — that’s your motto, and you’re sticking to it. Nonetheless, you enjoy your partner’s companionship and are glad for their help in the midst of the devastation. However, over time, you come to realise that your partner’s feelings may not be entirely platonic. Love has no place in an Apocalypse and so, guiltily, you decide to go off on your own. You’re not sure what happened to your teammate, though you do often get the sensation of being followed…

May:

The end of the world is terrifying, and you have no clue what to do. When you team up with your partner, you rely heavily on them. Suppose it’s not surprising that they grew weary of your clingyness. They tell you they’re going to find food; they say they’ll be back soon. Six days later, you finally accept that they’re not coming back. Devastated at this betrayal, you stubbornly try to follow them, but wind up getting yourself killed. Maybe you should have paid more attention to survival techniques.

June:

It was a relationship of convenience, a means to an end, but as time went on, the two of you grew close. You are in tune with each other, and your friendship has become legendary amongst the few surviving groups that you’ve encountered. Who could have guessed that the years spent surviving an Apocalypse would be the happiest of your life? Together with your partner, you have faced, and will continue to overcome, any and all challenges presented to you. End of the world? Bring. It. ON.

July:

You first meet your partner as a starving figure, nearly dead. You come to their aid, and they begin to follow you. You pity them and try to tolerate their presence. But in truth, they are more of a hindrance than a help, and you suspect that they’ll be the end of you. You shake them off your tail and try to resume your solitary life, yet you are filled with remorse and decide to return for them… They’re nowhere to be found. You never hear from them again, and pray that they’re still alive.

August:

Sometimes it feels like you and your partner are alone in the world. Naturally, you feel a close connection, and so when you encounter another survivor – and when your partner seems to develop feelings for this survivor — you are understandable miffed. It was supposed to be the two of you against the world, but you suddenly feel like the third wheel. Feeling stubborn and hurt, you leave the two love-birds behind. You’re sure you won’t survive long… But you can’t bring yourself to care.

September:

Your partner’s survival skills leave something to be desired… But then, so do yours. You each flounder hopelessly through the barren land, trying to connect with other survivors, but ultimately always being abandoned. As a result of your mutual helplessness, the two of you bond, and agree never to leave the other behind. This is a promise kept till the end; your food runs out, no shelter can be found, and you quietly pass away. Your partner follows you not an hour later.

October:

Your partner is the embodiment of “strong and silent”, and you are never really sure what they’re thinking. However, they are a capable companion during these hard times, and you’re grateful for their presence, even if they aren’t for yours. However, it seems your partner was more fond of you than you realised. When the two of you are unexpectedly attacked, your partner pushes you behind them and savagely attacks. They are dealt a killing blow and die for your survival.

November:

When you first team up, your partner explains they’ve heard of a large survivors’ group being formed up North. It’s a long journey, but you agree to take the chance, and head off. Unfortunately, a few days into your travels, you tumble down a cliff-face and are greatly injured. Your partner refuses to leave you behind; they determinedly carry you the rest of the way. You do indeed find the Survivors’ Camp, but you pass away in your partner’s arms moments later.

December:

Though you are both initially hesitant to rely on anyone but yourselves, you soon break through each other’s defences, and a strong friendship is formed. You are thick as thieves, surviving aptly and travelling admist various groups. You never stay with other people for long though, as you prefer each other’s company. You enjoy several years of this strange contentment, but are then overwhelmed by an unexpected attack. United till the end, you and your partner fall together.

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So, how do you fare when the world comes to an end? Share your tale in the comments!

And I hope you enjoyed this little journey. If you didn’t, well… This was a really poor use of my time, huh? Procrastination, you demon, release me from your ruthless claws!

- Love The Bad Guy

Give A Bull

Today is National Day of Action Against Bullying and Violence in Australia, which is a long title for a simple issue: opposing bullying, and providing all children with a safe and happy environment.

Bullying comes in many forms — cyber-bullying, physical violence, name-calling, discrimination and mental abuse — but it must never be tolerated.

So give a bull about bullying. If you witness bullying, put a stop to it, and more importantly, always treat others the way you wish to be treated.

Let’s take a stand now, because the effects of bullying can ripple throughout one’s entire life.

- Love The Bad Guy

“To This Day Project” – Shane Koyczan

Welcome To HELL101

Tomorrow, dear readers, I return to university for my fourth and final year.

Start praying for me now…

As I’ve mentioned previously, 2013 shall be my Honours year, so despite the fact that I’ve already survived three years of study (and done so quite competently, I might add!), this time round, it kind of feels like I’m entering the sequel to a bad horror flick.

“University 2: The Deadening”

scary house

Adding to these comforting feelings are the numerous smirks that I’ve received from uni-veterans, who shake their heads pityingly and mutter, “Honours… Worst year of your life.”

Consequently and understandably, I’m not feeling particularly warm and fuzzy at the prospect of undergoing Honours, but…

BUT!

I will persevere.

I didn’t come this far to quit now. And so I shall dive into the horror of horrors, and God dangit, I’m gonna smash it.

…I’m also going to neglect you, readers.

I’ll try not to, I promise! I’ll try to keep writing responses to various prompt challenges and the like, and I have a small stockpile of draft posts to leak out over time. I may also point you in the direction of other people’s awesomeness, if I don’t have time to provide my own.

Either way, I’ll make sure to check in every now and again to let you know I’m still breathing, and I’ll keep providing posts of varying amusement and randomness, just as often as I can.

Wish me luck, readers!

- Love The [Stupid! Why Am I Doing This To
Myself?! Oh God, Oh God, OH GOD!] Bad Guy

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Valentines in Limbo

Valentine’s Day has come and gone — for me, anyway… Is it still Valentine’s Day in America right now? It must still be the 14th in some places… Ohhh, time zones, you break my brain…

I got through it with little ado, though I did get a gift. My Mum gave me chocolate. I gave her chocolate. Coz that’s how da single ladies so it, bitches!

But though the holiday may be over, I couldn’t resist sharing this sweet little Valentine card:

Valentine

Gamers will recognise this as being from Limbo. One guy fighting against the odds to find someone he loves, and trying not to get his legs snapped off by hidden bear traps. That’s love, isn’t? Such a Valentiney game…

- Love The Bad Guy

“F*#% You, Single People!” – Cupid

The Blogosphere is a wonderful place to be on Valentine’s Day — if you’re single, that is.

If you’re one half of a couple, you’ll instead be drawn towards roses and chocolates and over-sized teddy bears. This is a lovey-dovey holiday catered specifically for you, un-single person. Pay no heed to the sulking/angry/devastated/callous/ignorant/apathetic bachelors and bachelorettes, who will likely cringe away from the shower of affection you and your partner demonstrate, hissing and screaming as if it burns like acid rain.

Or not. Maybe I’m just dramatic like that.

All I know is that this Valentine’s Day feels particularly disappointing, given that this time last year, I was glowing with the excitement of a young relationship, a first kiss, an unexpected gift.

None of that this year, I’m afraid. But I digress — back to the Blogosphere.

Nabhan Abdullatif © 2013

Nabhan Abdullatif © 2013

Many blogs feature love-related posts, so if you’re single like me, you may find amusement and comfort through random browsing. I can recall several great posts, including Reasonably Ludicrous’s very funny Single Person’s Guide to Not Being Sad on Valentine’s Day, Dodging Commas’ touching, inspirational advice, Date a Man Who Reads, and BeKindRewrite’s movie suggestions for Singles Awareness Day.

And now I join them, offering up my own version of random amusement and comfort to all those halves-of-an-absent-whole, because there is nothing I would rather do than to spout my own Valentiney angst on the Internet.

Hey, I figure I either do this, or I’ll wind up wandering the streets, cringing before shop window displays that look like a cupid exploded, until I finally snap and delve into a boisterous performance of ALL THE SINGLE LADIES! ALL THE SINGLE LADIES! OH! OH OH! in the middle of a terrified crowd of innocent bystanders.

Nabhan Abdullatif © 2013

Nabhan Abdullatif © 2013

But let’s not allow this holiday to overwhelm us. For couples, yes, it is a chance to show their partner how truly and deeply they are loved. For those still waiting for their soul mate, it is a reminder to keep on searching for the person who makes you happy. And for people who are single and are loving it, it may simply be a day for self-luxary and solitary joy.

So to all you single people out there, enjoy a liberating Valentine’s Day.

Smell roses.

Eat chocolate.

Indulge in a secret love affair with your favourite book character. (What’s that, Tom Riddle? You don’t have a date for Valentine’s Day? Why, I don’t have a date for Valentine’s Day! What a strange and unexpected twist of fate! We should hang out…)

But most importantly, love yourself. Love yourself to such a degree that couples everywhere hiss and scream in the face of your burning self-adoration.

Happy Valentine’s Day.

Nabhan Abdullatif © 2013

Nabhan Abdullatif © 2013

- Love [Love, LOVE!] The Bad Guy

All images by the very talented Nabhan Abdullatif.
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