What makes a good Antagonist?

I don’t know about you, but I do like writing Antagonists. This isn’t because I like the dark side, but because it feels like a safe adventure where I get to lose control, and try to find a solution to the problems the Antagonist may evoke.

Everyone will have a different opinion, and this is why I love writing. You can choose how you write and what you write about. Antagonist have a dark side, and they can sometimes be evil without a change of heart. But, they can also be good, but confused individuals. Antagonist will sometimes be born the way they are, but often times they have a motivation to do the things they consider right.

1) They are not always evil. They may make errors, but their roots are not always evil.

2) They have a reason. Perhaps, not logical to the protagonist, but in their mind, they are doing what they think it’s right.

3) As a writer, sometimes you don’t know what makes them Antagonists. It has happened to me before, when I thought I was writing about a protagonist, but I realized half way, the character was not who I thought he was.

4) Antagonists are always in peril. Every step they take in the story, will retrace back to their initial problem. It is tough to fix an Antagonist.

5)  Antagonists can create frustration to the writer. YOU are creating the world, the conflict, and while characters may evolve throughout the story (without you intentionally doing so), it can feel like you’re betraying the story and characters.

While writing protagonists can also be excruciating, you know, because they’re not without flaws, I feel it is definitely a much energy-consuming task when I create Antagonists.


I’m sorry

Whenever there is a plane crash, I cry. Whenever there is a deliberate attack on a plane full of innocent people, I cry even more.

This is not right, this shouldn’t happen in our world. Why is it so hard for some people to understand war is not a solution, but the root of our problems? I’m not going to judge people, but I want to say that I believe that what they did to these passengers and their families is far more evil than the mistakes they made in their lifetimes.

Like I said, I care a lot and I feel bad that these people suffer the way they did. I’m sad their families have to go through this, which was 100% preventable. Just stop fighting people! What is the point? Stop shooting planes, stop ruining families, stop destroying lives. What is it that you’re fighting for? There is no logical explanation. We are supposed to evolve as a race, but we seem to be doing worse than past generations. Why do people have to keep dying in order for others to understand what they do is wrong? And to that insult to injury, nobody claims responsibility, Be a proper human being and admit what you did wrong and try to rectify it. This is an opportunity to make amends and fix the world, a chance to finally admit our errors, stop the wars, and live in peace. Stop being cowards.

Living in peace is a simple task, but obtaining peace during war is a hundred times harder. I’m sorry your loved ones have to pass away. I’m sorry your sleep will dissipate. I’m sorry you won’t wake up like you normally do. I’m sorry you’ll long for their return. I’m sorry you’ll sometimes feel angry. I’m sorry people can’t see their errors and you and your loved ones have to pay for it.  I’m sorry you’re no respected.


I care too much…

This past month I’ve dedicated everyday to myself, to figure out who I am. I’ve discovered that I care too much. Is that a problem?

I’ve been M,I,A, on WordPress, because I wanted to know if I was making the right decision to eventually, make writing a full-time job. After a few cups of red wine and interactions, I have concluded that this is my passion and the reason I struggle overall is because I care too much. But, this isn’t a problem, because it is who I am.

I am the kind of person who has stuffed animals in her room and doesn’t care what others think. I am the kind of person who cares about ants. There were two ants chasing each other (or about to mate) nearby today, and I cared. I moved away so they can run freely, and that’s okay. If people laugh at me because of that, then screw them. My real friends do not do that. My real friends encourage me, laugh with me, understand me. I care a lot, and I do not intend to apologize, because it is not a bad thing.

Everything around me affects me; perhaps, because I am an Empath (whether you believe it or not). All these plane crashes that have happened lately have affected me. I wonder what those innocent people went through, why the world can be so cruel. I grieve alongside their family in Spirit, even though I don’t know them. But, I do know what it’s like to lose someone you love. How waking up everyday without that person can be a living hell. The pain can come in waves; sometimes you laugh at the silly things they did, and other times you weep at the thought you’ll miss hearing their voice. I cry for them, it affects me more than I want it to, but I pray for them. I am the kind of person who struggles with their Faith. I’m set in stone, but I, too, wonder why and how. But, I believe. That’s who I am. I don’t want to change.

I thought if I didn’t care so much, I’d be better, I’d understand myself a bit more, but that’s not possible. Caring is what makes me whole. Writing and sharing my thoughts is what compliments me. People have hurt me, loved ones have betrayed me, but in the end I want to be remembered for inspiring others, for helping others, for caring too much. I do not have a thousand friends, but every friend I have is someone I can fully confide in, and that’s a good thing. 

I care too much, but this is who I am, who I want to be, and the way I would like to be remembered.


<3 <3 <3 Love, Ellie <3 <3 <3

Poetry: Wander

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Trembling in rocks

with hopeless notions

asking for tranquillity

without sudden response.


If I lie to save me

I mistake my face

but the approaching signs

linger upon a mesmerizing smile.


Relinquishing errors 

to acquire self assurance

where can one find eternal peace

If the soil is seeded with malice?


But recognizing what must be

alleviates each step forward

with a certain waft I can reach

and cultivate splendid amity.


I just want to be okay.

It is a relief a lot of us seek on a daily basis. We understand the struggles and we embrace any positive outcomes. It is a feeling we yearn for permanently, which is just to be okay. This is all I ask for myself at the moment.

I cannot predict the future, but I can learn from mistakes. In the end, I’m growing every year as a person (wish i’d in height, too), and there is so much I can do. I cannot please everyone, I cannot give and expect something in return, I cannot stop making mistakes. I don’t worry as much as I used to, and I’m working towards fulfilment. Why am I not fulfilled? Only because I haven’t achieved everything I want to. I am happy. I am okay. I just wish I could be okay 24/7.

This month I’m taking time for myself. I do what makes me happy, which is something we should all do constantly. It is not always possible, but I think it’s time to do it. This doesn’t mean being selfish with others, but it means making yourself a priority so you can be happy and ready to help others. I don’t follow the crowd. If everyone is into a trend, I’m just doing my own thing. I don’t get intro trouble, though. Do I worry if others are okay with me? I’m polite, I respect others, I help, I just don’t always have the same taste in music, for example. So, no I do not worry about that, because why should I? It does bother me sometimes, and I hope one day I’ll just be okay with it 24/7.

My advice to you, just be okay. Do not put pressure on yourself nor tell yourself you need to see rainbows and sunshine all the time. Just start with being okay, just okay, and go from there.


<3 <3 <3 Love, Ellie <3 <3 <3




First World Problem: Too many games on my Ipod

I remember fighting over who gets to play ‘Snake’ on the cell phone, and feeling a sense of accomplishment once I got to play, even if it was for 10 minutes. The screens were small, and the devices were slow, but it was a great boredom kill for me when I was a kid. Hey, I was even jealous if a few of my friends had a couple of extra games. Silly, right?

Fast forward to today and I’m 26 years old who owns a cell phone and an Ipod. I have a lot of games, some free and some that I bought, but the thrill is gone. Sure, I do get happy when I play my favourite games, but some of them have gone to the Ipod/cell phone graveyard.

“There are no games to play anymore,” man, do I feel awful when I say that.

We are all very spoiled thanks to the advancement in technology. Let’s not forget to appreciate what we have.


<3 <3 <3 Love, Ellie <3 <3 <3

Daily Prompt: Reviving Bricks

Today’s daily promptYou just inherited a dilapidated, crumbling-down grand mansion in the countryside. Assuming money is no issue, what do you do with it?

If we assume I have more money than the amount of stars in the universe, I would’ve already fulfilled most of my goals. This inherited mansion would just be a project that I’d work on for fun. I’d rebuild, transform it into a habitable place for penguins, hire Iron Man as their instructor, and plot world domination.


People Say NY Interview Series- Espen Stenersrod


Great poet!

Originally posted on Espen Stenersrød- From Pen To Heart:

Hi again

Earlier this week I was interviewed by the lovely Dominique Lamboy from People Say NY about my poetry, the arts, writings and music. I talk about my book Nihighnigma and upcoming events. We also speak of family, culture and how to connect the arts together in the 365 daily challenge.

Please check it out if you have 30 minutes and want to get to know me a little bit better

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Poetry: Sight


Dark tunnel with pushable struggles,

a dire escape and no light in sight

unheeding freedom blazing through one’s will

feeling undeserving of the journey.


Words are thrown about who to become

one grants their pleads

and forget where we are headed

the ending road should lead to calm.


Defeating unexpected waves

one endures the turmoil

they scream, but one is tired

you cannot do this for them.


Hopeful of a triumphant exit

if your eyes can open

and witness your deserving happiness

as you transform into your will.