Characterisation | justinewinter

If you’re anything like me, then just seeing this picture gives you the warm fuzzies and a pleasurable tingly spine. When I finally got around to watching Arrow, I wasn’t ready for the impact it would have on my life. Seriously, you guys, I’m addicted.

We’ve all seen the pictures detailing the hardship that comes when we read an outstanding book like so:

But, what about a TV hangover?

If you haven’t seen Arrow yet, I suggest you get your butts on the sofa/bed, pop some delicious salty popcorn in the microwave, crack open a can of coke, and settle down for a few days of pure vegetation. Trust me, it’s worth it. And, just in case you still need a little more goading, I give you this:

Do you still need convincing?

I swear it’s not just because of the well-toned, ab-mazing, broodingly handsome, eye candy that I watch it. As a writer, analysing plot lines and character development really excites me, and boy, oh, boy does Arrow deliver! Between the riveting action, excellent character background, and brilliant, timely humour, the recipe creates a mind-blowing, cake explosion of awesomeness.

Did I mention there’s a slew of ass-kicking women too? It makes a nice change from all the damsels in distress nowadays. And the weapons? Oh, yes! A bow and arrow, crossbow, staff, knives – not just your average guns. It’s about time we had a little diversity, right? Plus there’s plenty of DC comic-book characters making appearances too:

If you’re one of my friends on facebook, then you’re no doubt aware just how much this programme has suckered me in. Everything about it entices, and appeals to me, but I think my family is fed up of hearing me go on about it. So, what’s a girl to do when even after four days have passed by, it’s still all I can think about? Therapy is an option, or I can continue to obsess over the facebook pages dedicated to Arrow now that they’re filming season 3. Or, I could totally re-watch the series again…

When I finally appeased my mind, a truly daunting thought flashed by. What if the show got cancelled? My nerves shot through the roof, my heart beat faster, and my temper raged like I was injected with Mirakuru. Without Arrow, I would spiral into a Vertigo-induced mental-breakdown.

Oh, did I even mention that this is the one programme that actually makes me want to work out?

Not only does season 3 come out this Autumn, but so does The Flash, and if you’ve watched Arrow then you’ll understand the connection here. I mean, HELLO! TV just got upgraded to superhero level.

While I wait for my phone call to join Arrow’s spectacular writing team, I’ll leave you with a question.

What TV programme are you completely obsessed with?

As the month of December encourages the festive cheer within my giving soul, I find the muse for this weeks blog post. Perhaps against my better judgement, I cannot help but feel the need to unveil a little more from my upcoming novel Nature’s Destiny, which will be released in 2014.

This snippet is from the second chapter, and as usual I welcome all thoughts and comments. I hope you enjoy!

I was busy clearing up my table when the door opened. The air crept in and the most delightful scent cradled my senses as a mixture of aftershave and the woods enveloped me. I looked up to see who it was and froze.
                It was him.
My breath caught in my lungs as I realised the man that I’d been dreaming about stood across from me. He turned and looked directly at me, and the same emerald eyes that I’d memorised shone with   intensity.
                My heart raced as I watched him walk towards the bar. His body moved with an elegant grace, and confidence exuded from him. He was tall, really tall, and the navy t-shirt he wore clung to his big biceps.
                I didn’t know what to do. Half of me   thought about turning around and walking away, feigning ignorance of his presence, but the other, more curious half wanted to know more about him. Against my better judgment I went to the bar with my empty drinks tray, where he stood waiting to be served.
My skin tingled   the closer I got to him, and without realising it I   quickened my pace to reach him. I was drawn to him like a magnet, like some unforeseeable force was pulling me towards him. I opened the half-door to the bar and stepped in. My foot caught the step and I tripped over the only stair there was, and landed ungracefully on my face.
                I stood up as quick as I could, dusted off my apron and smoothed out my hair, and pretended the pulsating throb across my nose wasn’t there. It wasn’t easy, especially when tears began to form. I gathered the nerve to look at him, and   I stood with my mouth open appalled.
                He was laughing at me!
His shoulders bunched up and down as he continued to laugh, and my skin reddened with embarrassment. I knew I was clumsy, but for   once I really wished I wasn’t. I felt like a fool.
                I   cleared my throat and attempted to act cool.   “Can I get you something?”