Behind the Author

Posted: March 16, 2017 in Uncategorized

For those of you who don’t understand writing, writing can be an extension of your creativity, your feelings, or just a what if something happened. Midnight diary is a blend of all of them. Some are based on fact. Some are based on feelings. Some are based on what if situations. There is no inbetween or someone trying to interpret what they mean. They are not aimed at any one person or intended for a certain audience but merely an invocation of some words on my mind. Some are even written as a point of view of what I imagine others to think. It’s more of a dramatic staged reading than most anything else-exercising my writing muscles and having some sort of homework to get me to think a certain way. I’ve succeeded if I make you feel it too.




my Wattpad:


I’ve been obsessed with graphic novels/comics recently and been really wanting to get into one as soon as I’m done with Fairytale. I’ll be working on Freefall in the process as well since it’s such a long story that I keep coming back to. I have been keeping up with some favorites on the WebToon app on my phone and found some good comics on there to inspire me. I’ve been playing around with an idea about a historical fiction novel and working on getting a notebook to draw in. Because of my job, I won’t have time to digitally draw them every day but I do want to start a sketch notebook and kind of map out with sketches what I want for this graphic novel. I bought a graphic novel program for digital art but I have been completely lazy on it and haven’t used it but maybe twice since I last got it, ha! Anyway, if you have any tips for me for drawing/sketching/graphic novels/ comics, or anything, then definitely comment below. I linked my Pinterest account, my business page, Twitter page, and my Wattpad (where I post most of my short stories) below under my name if you want to check it out!









Some of the best advice I ever read was to always make the reader feel the emotions instead of just using words like “She was sad”. Let them feel the sadness, feel the despair welling up inside of them. Have them relate instead of just telling them how it is. Let them describe the moment as sad.

I wanted to start off with this topic. What is the power of a word? Obviously it has some power, otherwise books wouldn’t exist. They wouldn’t be enjoyable or readable if nothing made any sort of impact on the reader. The book would remain flat and dull. The power of a word is how you use it and where you place it. I can say “He loves her very much.” and place “only” in front of most of the words and it would mean something totally different. Does he love only her? He only loves her sounds ominous as if someone’s jealous and wants him to love them too. Let’s change it around a little. “Only, he loved her.” This reflects a sort of curious observation like someone just remarks upon this fact as if just realizing it.

The question I want to ask you next is this. How powerful are your words? Are you using difficult words that people have to look up to make yourself seem smarter? Are you using words dumbed down enough that every crowd can read them and the more sophisticated reader might reject as being easy reading or childlike? You should use words to target your specific type of audience. A murder mystery can be more adept at wordplay, throwing in the occasional word to look up in your dictionary, because children won’t likely be reading them. Is your book adult themed or child themed? Who is it targeting and why? Will that age group enjoy that book if you wrote to a different category? Dystopian will most likely draw the young adult range while stories of children’s adventures will target kids. Sci fi may appeal to more boys than girls; romance appeals mostly to women. Now use the wordplay that these audiences will identify with. Use the words to make these people imagine your world. Murder mysteries are complex, throwing you a loop every time you’ve thought that you’ve caught the killer. They are tricky, more adult, and more dangerous in the theme. They have more risk. You can take risks with the wordplay as well. It shouldn’t be a mystery who your main audience is. (pun intended, HA!)


Learn your audience; learn your motive; learn how to play your audience and keep them on the edge of their seat because John is about to jump off that cliff. Make them feel the fear of the gun pressed against his back. Learn the power behind the words.






Finding Time to Write

Posted: January 29, 2017 in Uncategorized

I know we are all guilty of it and sometimes it may just seem easier to quit while we think we are ahead and just ride it out until the procrastination season ends and you realize that you’ve completely wasted valuable time that you could’ve been writing.


My tip is simple.


Find a time in the day or week that you have some down time and just give yourself a grace period during this time and bring up your laptop or notebook and snuggle up with your favorite mug with tea, hot chocolate, or coffee, and just let the words just start flowing from you. They may not be good, but eventually they will be.


You can write to your heart’s content when you start and then have that time every day or week that you look forward to. I love planning so when I bring out my planners and notebooks that I’ve written down my weekly plans and day by day, I feel productive and like I want to complete that list. Give yourself a goal, maybe 500 words or so and just watch the results pile up. I am highly competitive and I freaking love lists. I love crossing things off lists as well and I love getting new notebooks and scribbling in them. You don’t even have to be a writer to have an obsession with notebooks although I’ve noticed that’s a trend with our type of people.


Be organized. Messily if you want or need to be, but organized.




Check out my Pinterest for my storyboards for all my ongoing or finished stories about all that inspires me and maybe give me a follow if you are interested. I pin almost hourly at this point, let’s be real. (Don’t pretend that you don’t do that either.)

Going to make this quick, but if you can tell, those especially that personally know me, know that my name isn’t actually Ella Charlotte Douglas.

My actual last name is one in a million trillion. Seriously.

When I first began writing, my friends and I were constantly going back and forth off of a website called DeviantArt and writing and drawing to our heart’s content. My friend had a pseudonym-so naturally I thought that I had to have one as well. Other writer friends kept up with this trend and we all had them by the end. I kept mine and keep using it under my writing as of now. I began this blog from my inspiration for my writing, Edgar Allan Poe, and the title of my book which was important to me in many ways. The book itself may fade into absolute oblivion as I move forward with other books I love so much more but it was still written partially and the plot still floats around my drawers-filling up several legal pads and those black and white notebooks you can buy for a quarter before school starts.

The black raven that graces my desk is a nod to Poe, a gifted writer and mysterious persona. While I don’t love all of his works, some rather dark and disturbing; he still has his famous Nevermore poem and his Heartbeat Under the Floorboards story. While one is fascinating in how mysterious and prophetic the bird is, the other is a depiction of man’s guilt and how he cannot just get away with it. The story itself is solemn, but he depicts a vivid tale with this story. It always stayed in the back of my mind. The raven has become a symbol of authors-aesthetic to the dreamer who wants to become a real author.

Secondly, we come to the November part of this blog. November is my birth month, always depicted in stories as the month where nothing particularly exciting happens as Thanksgiving is often overlooked for Christmas and only towards the end of “ugly and dreary gray November” is Thanksgiving even celebrated. Maybe it’s that I want November to go down in my history as something more than just that boring month, but I feel a fierce pride whenever someone describes this month as boring and gray. Leaves have fallen in late October, thus the beautiful vivid colors disappear as well. The air turns cold for good and the annoyance of sweaters and scarves and having to wear a jacket in the south begins. Perhaps that’s what November was never loved quite like December is or any other month. It’s also National Novel Writing Month, which for those of you who haven’t hear me rave about it- it’s the month where writers come together to post their success on the challenge of 50,000 word novel and encourage one another. It’s seriously uplifting to see strangers push others in such a loving way towards such a cool goal. There’s no competition but friendly competition. These are only a few reasons why I love November. November reminded me of that cold, gray weather where you shuffle along to school and bundle up in pea coats before sitting in front of the fire and reading large volume editions of old books found in your private library. Something about that takes me to some silly image of this, and it struck me vividly of this mysterious story I was writing at the time. November fit as the title.

I said I’d make this quick and here I am 595 words into this and I am just now scratching the surface of the pseudonym. When I was born, my middle name was to be used as my first. My middle name is actually Elizabeth like 3 million other people in the world. From the moment I was born, my dad reverted back to my first name and my brothers followed him, leaving only my mother still calling me Elizabeth. I didn’t like my name growing up. Elizabeth just sounded so much prettier to me but I loved the nickname Ella for it. I didn’t add that to it until much later when I originally came up with my last name pseudonym. Mine wasn’t random, more like what my name should’ve been if only a few things were different. For instance, my heritage is Scottish, heavily so from my dad’s side. My father was adopted by his stepfather changing his name from his birth name Douglas. We traced back my family history-something that fascinates me as I love history and anything to do with where we came from. I love stories-especially true ones. Douglas was one of the main families in Scotland, assisting Robert the Bruce in many of his battles. When I began thinking of my name for my pseudonym, I chose what my name should’ve been-only adding in the Charlotte as my middle name later when the name evolved to more than just what I could’ve been but what I am now as well. The name is, without putting too much fruity nonsense behind it, more of a symbol of what I could be if I became an author and also a piece of me from being a writer now. I don’t want that name to become like I am somebody else when I write. I’m still the same person as that pseudonym. I don’t have some strange alter ego that I want to hide behind or reinvent myself. I’m quite happy with the turn in my life that God has made and I have no intention of changing besides how God calls me to.


Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year,


Ella Charlotte Douglas

I haven’t had much time to do much of anything. I’ve mostly focused my writing on my other blog as of late, you can find it here. For work, I am a cosmetologist (a hairstylist in case you didn’t know the exact term) and I wanted to continue my writing with a blog for my Faith, hair, fashion and beauty that I’m interested in. I branch out quite a bit on my tastes and there’s hardly any kind of writing that I don’t want to at least try. I’m not much for journalism or horror but I love my murder mysteries, adventure novels, romance, sci fi and fantasy novels. I love writing on my blog especially since it’s more day to day and less content that I physically have to think up. I’ve been writing off and on with my limited time. I attempted NaNoWriMo this year since my job search was yielding little results at the time. The story began panning out a little too much like the Hunger Games so I had to cease and desist from that tale before I went back to writing my murder mystery and my Fairytale book. Fairytale still has a timeline tucked away in my room with character boards all stacked behind my door when I can’t have them out for too long but I definitely want to continue. I do want to continue writing, especially resurrecting this blog alongside my main one, Made Up and Cuttin’ Up, as well as adding to my Wattpad. I want to keep all of that up-just finding the inspiration to really get me going is harder than I thought. Recently, for Christmas, one of my good writing friends gave me a notebook alongside a pack of cards for story prompts. You draw a card and it tells you something to prompt you into writing. For instance, the one I drew recently was the “Indy Card” which meant you make your hero do something reckless and hero-like in the story to switch it up. Only way to start writing is to actually start, right? Here goes one of my 2017 resolutions…




Oh Good Grief

Posted: July 14, 2016 in Uncategorized
  1. So it’s been a minute since I’ve last been here. I’ve been swamped and yada yada with all of this work and schooling and everything. I have been writing. If you follow me on Twitter, you know that I have not been slacking too much but I can’t very well post too many pictures on there so here’s to my inner nerd and inner writer research. I recently went to an old house and visited there and took a billion pictures of all of the interior and exterior of this elaborate old house. These pictures will better help you in understanding some of my future books, one about old houses and trying to make it as accurate as possible. It will be set as a murder mystery because aren’t those the most fun to read? I’m just going to leave you with these pictures and a tiny tidbit of the beginning to the story 

“She texted me to be here. But looking up at what I could see from the front, the house looked abandoned but well kept up. I knocked on the broad door leading into the main house, the stain glass staring back at me and refusing to allow access via sight for my curiosity. I called again-well, tried. But the phone only rang twice before dropping out. No signal flashed across my screen. The phone stared blankly back at me, the depleted bar in one corner very nearly red. Inside, if I ever got inside, I would have to charge it. If they even had wifi or anything living here. 
The curtain moved.
I wasn’t alone. ”

Hope y’all enjoy, xoxo,