Tips for Making Your Not-So Special Novel Unique

Tips for Making Your Not-So Special Novel Unique



Okay, there’s a big issue going on right now. Basically, it’s all about ‘is my novel unique enough?’ and then people stop writing their novels because they are worried that it isn’t. Let me tell you this- I’ve stopped more than one novel because I was afraid I was copying.

And maybe I was, I don’t know.
The thing is, there is no new idea in this world by now. Want to write a story about a rebellion? It’s been done. Want to write a story about a space ship? Done. Over and over and over again. But the thing is… each of those novels were successful. Why? Because each of them had an element that made them special and unique.
Here are some simple tips to making sure your novel is unique.


1. Change the time-period.

If you want to write a book about aliens invading the world, well, go for it. But, I mean, Independence Day? So change the time period. Make it Medieval. Train a group of knights to fight against the strange ships that come from the sky.
2. Change your tense/pov
People often say that Divergent is too much like Hunger Games. Honestly, other than the fact that it is in a futuristic world and people don’t get to choose what they do… I don’t see it. If Veronica Roth had made it third person, past tense, I doubt anyone would have judged her. So change the POV and you’ll have an entirely different perspective.
3. Change the scenery
If the book/movie you are afraid that you are copying is set in Iceland… make your book in a tropical paradise. If you do this, most people won’t even think of comparing.
4. Give your character a darker twist to avoid cliche
Okay, we’ve all heard the story of the knight rescuing the princess from the dragon. Some people like to flip it on their head and say that the dragon was rescuing the princess from the knight. But what if you gave it an even darker twist? Say that the knight was rescuing the dragon from the bloodthirsty princess? Even if your story is so cliché, all you have to do is give it a sinister and darker twist. People won’t even notice the original then.


What are your success stories for making your novel unique? Share in the comments below!

Book Review

Book Review

So… I realized today as I was typing that I missed my post yesterday. Whoops. I’ve been super busy and sick this week so… yeah, I have no excuse.  Anyways, here is a book review for a new book from a author friend of mine, Paul Willis!


Jack has never had a simple day in his life. Growing up in futuristic-America where Christianity is not an option, he has always had to conceal his secret. Through the years of his life the persecution of the forbidden Christians has become quite deadly. When his sister is drafted into the army, Jack accidentally does something so reckless it puts his entire family in danger. Thankfully he has connections- and the people who will escort his family to Mexico are offering Jack something much bigger than freedom. They’re offering him a chance to fight for it.

This book is filled with non-stop, fast-paced action that will cause readers to grip the edge of their seats, or should I say books? Anyone who is looking for a wild, Christian dystopian are encouraged to check this out. The moral messages are strong, the characters are quite relatable, and Crossroads covers the question that we always ask.
How far are we willing to go?

Overall I give this book a rating of four out of five stars. The only reason I am not allowing five stars is because there were some points I found quite confusing and unable to understand. Other than that this was a fantastic read and I recommend it to anyone and everyone. Go buy it. You won’t regret it!


Specific age range: 16+ for violence, gore, and some disturbing images.



Order Paul’s Book here!!!

Two Exciting New Announcements! 

Two Exciting New Announcements! 

I know this is not your usual post you expect from me. Why am I using my Saturday to tell you some wonderful news? 

 Well I already posted my ‘thoughts’ for the week- and did that early. “How unprofessional!” You must be thinking. 

 Maybe it is, I don’t know. 

But I wanted to fully dedicate this page to sharing with you, my lovely followers, news that will forever alter my life. So… here we go. (Let’s start with the least exciting first, shall we?) 

  • I’ve opened up a new Instagram account! 

Yes, that’s right. It’s a new account solely dedicated to my writing. So if you’re interested in seeing what happens on the inside of a Writer’s life (quotes, thoughts… basically just the journey to publishing my first book) then scoot on over and follow me at the_queen_of_wonders ! (Currently my account is private so you’ll have to request me.)

And now for the exciting part!!!!

  • Your old blogger has been asked to be part of TCB writing staff- and I said yes!!!

 You’ve got it. Because of this here blog and my writings on the Rebelution, they wrote me and asked for me to be one of their twelve! So excited about that bit. 

This means that I will be writing for them once a month- and will be featured on the Meet the Authors page along with the link to this here blog. 😉 

Currently I am working on a series titled “Drop the Mike.” The first article will be released sometime in July. 

 So… scurry on over to the link below and subscribe to TCB to never miss a post!
That’s it!
Forever I remain,
Your sister in Christ
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My first blog post

My first blog post

Inspiration for today—-
I’m sitting at my desk tossing a look at my surroundings. My hair is still wet from my shower and I’m feeling hungry for lunch… even though it’s not that time yet. 

 My eyes fall on my outline that I have pinned up to my wall. There are check marks where I have completed those parts and red Xs where I have cut out the unnecessary. And still everywhere there are writings of changes, things I should do differently and what I should change. 

 What keeps me in awe of this outline, however, is it shows me where I am. I am now closer to the end than the beginning. 

 And that’s crazy. 

I remember when my arms were unable to write… staring at that paper being like “I’m never going to finish this. This goal is unobtainable. I have failed.”

 And yet I kept on pushing. 

 And little by little, the check marks proceeded down the page and the doubt lessened. I knew I could do it. And so, my friends, I did. 


Life is like an outline. Sure, maybe the future words of your outline are invisible. I know mine are. You might wake up, not knowing what you have to do tomorrow. Every single day you have to rewrite that outline because of something that goes wrong— or unbelievably right. 

 Those pen marks on my outline are like the things you will change tomorrow. The red Xs of your life are the things you avoid because you are afraid they will turn out wrong. 

 So you go a different way. 

Sometimes you are glad that you did.

And sometimes…you are not.

But every day I think you should congratulate yourself because of how far you have come. 

 Be like me after each writing session!

Stand up triumphantly and write your check- because you have succeeded. 

 And no matter the hardships… keep on pushing. Even when it seems unobtainable, impossible… even when it seems like you have failed. 

My favorite thing to tell myself is this- 
“You do not fail until you put the pencil down.”
And that goes for everything in life too. Even when things suck and everything is absolutely terrible… do not stop. Keep the pencil gripped in your hand tightly and scratch down those words. Even if they don’t make sense… keep at it. 

 Because someday they will.
And when you start to look at the outline of your life, do not think about how far you have to go. Flip to the other side of the page and stare at all those checks. 
Look how far you have come.



Hello lovely people!!! I have been so busy with my actual book-writing, I haven’t had much time to write anything else. But, I do have this small, short story I decided to share with you.
Beat the fire. Defeat the fire. Master the fire. Gain the fire.
These words ring in my head, bringing a bit of cold to my overheating body.

Tossing a look at my surroundings, I take in everything. The lava, the ash, the burning sand. This inferno has been my home for three days.

Time is running out.

I wipe the sweat off my forehead, looking up at the crack of Sky. There’s hardly any daylight in this Abyss- only the light provided by the molten rock.

Mama said that she has seen dozens of Fire Girls enter this Abyss as an offer to the gods, only a few returning. None have come out unscathed.

I see what she means now. I have burn marks all over, and the small amount of burn ointment that they gave me ran out yesterday. The bit of armor they gave me has etch marks from the burns I received, and I’ve lost an inch of hair to the charring fire.

If I don’t get out by sunset… it’s all over.

“Alright, Yaretzi,” I croak. “Time to go.”

Swinging my bow over my shoulder, I continue on the Path of Inferno.

I don’t know how long I walk. I’m sort of in this dark, hazy dream. My water lowers by the minute. Heated lava moves around me. Lava fleas buzz around my head. There’s a ringing in my ear.

At last, I can’t take it anymore. I collapse on the heated sand and close my eyes.

           Just for a minute, I think.

When I awake, the sun is setting. There’s a large pounding in my head and I feel nauseous, even though I haven’t eaten anything since I left the Sky.

I cannot move on. I don’t have enough time. So do I give up?

They want a hero, I tell myself. Someone they can look …up to.

Cocking my head, I crouch on the ground. I take out my bow and arrow, stringing the arrow and aiming it at the soft rock.

Taking my aim, I delve the four arrows into the soft rock. A ladder up to the Earth and Sky.

The sun above me has almost faded. Swallowing the hollow sandpaper in my mouth, I drop my bow on the ground and make a running jump. Gripping the first steel arrow, I swing my body up to the next.

At last, all I have to do is swing myself up to the top of the Abyss. I jump for it.

My hand grips the cool Earth of the Sky. But it’s slipping and, oh, I’m not going to make it!

Then there is a hand on top of mine. A hand that seems a thousand times stronger than mine.

Zolin holds onto my hand and pulls me up until my feet touch the cool Earth. A stifling wind moves through my hair, and a slight drizzle is pouring from the Sky.

I collapse into his arms.

Four Steps to Creating A Villain

Four Steps to Creating A Villain

One of the hardest things for me was creating the villain. I knew that they had to be evil- but I have trouble creating them. I’m not a particularly evil person, and so to create someone who is can be scary. And then I realized something- they don’t have to be evil. They have to be humans- who breathe and cry just like us. Now, if you’re writing a sci-fi where the villain is some sort of rebel A.I… that’s a little different. Robots don’t have feelings (that’s why its Artificial Intelligence)- but you must make sure that your evil character does.


1. Give them a background
Every evil character in history has some sort of background. Not an evil background- but a background that made them turn into what they are. Did his parents hate him because of his deformed face? Was there a meteor shower that killed his parents? Make him have some sort of past so that the readers will be able to understand them a little bit more.



2. Give them something to ‘feed’ off of
Every good villain has some sort of goal. Whether it’s to dominate the world or have revenge on his brother- it doesn’t matter. Make your villains have some sort of unobtainable goal where they will not be satisfied unless they reach it. Does your evil queen want to be the ‘fairest in the land’? Does your step-mother want to bring her step-daughter into the ashes? Do they want to dominate the world? Wipe out an entire planet in order to stop a disease? Yes, all of these examples are from books and stories- quite popular ones. Your villain must want to obtain something unreachable- and therefore he does all these ‘evil’ things to try to reach it.


3. Make them human
I’ve read books where the villain was the master of all evil, the darkness of all storms, and the worst possible nemesis. It kind of hurt- because the authors didn’t make them human. They made them… fake. As I was reading it, I was like ‘where is the emotion’? Now, I know it’s easy to slip into the ‘oh, he’s a bad guy so he doesn’t have a heart- therefore he doesn’t have any emotions’ thinking. I’ve done it many times. But those are the moments that you need to remember that they are human, and they do have thoughts. You may not show these thoughts, but you must act on them. The villain may not, but you must. If you start thinking of them with pity- everything will come out different. Did President Snow ever lay awake at night thinking of all those lives he killed? Probably not- but he might have. He is, after all, human.


4. Have pity on them- they’re also your creation
    Blood. Death. Destruction. Bad guy dies. Arghhhh! Yes, I’ve read books where it is like this. The good people march in and kill the bad people without a second thought. Well, what’s the problem here? We want happily ever after- right? Yes. Well, what happened to justice? I’ve never liked to think of my protagonists as murderers. It makes me ache a little. So, what if you were to have pity on these villains- and let justice be done? Why not preserve your characters good name and not kill him? See, Katniss doesn’t kill President Snow… he’s killed by choking on his own blood. And he choked on his own blood because of all the poison he used to kill people. See? His fault that he died. Not Katniss’. Have pity on both of your characters and spare your villain. Your book will be much different after that. What to do with them afterward, then? Well, lock them in prison, make them turn good, banish them. The possibilities are endless!





Red, the flush on our faces, the roses in the bouquet-

The color of our dress while in his arms we


Orange, the color of the sunrise, the fire in our chest-

The color of the pennies for a ring and a family


Yellow, the center of daffodils, like the center of our hearts-

The color of our wanderings that tears our love


Green, the color of growth when love is found again-

Where seasons start and flowers grow and love is not


Blue, the colors of the tears we cry while all is ripped away-

The color of the oceans apart and the light of a brand new


Indigo, the color of the dye that stains the purest cloth-

The color of tomorrows new horizons and the moonlit


Violet, the color of the flowers like it all began-

The color of her smiling eyes and the altar which you



The rainbow was created by sorrow and pain-

The crystals that create the rainbow

Must first create the rain.

This is one of 6 poems I had published. Out of all of them, this is the most recent. 


 We leave on the morrow for a trip, so that is why I’m releasing this early. 🙂