Author: R.M. Archer

Hi, I'm Ariel. I'm a Christian teen writer. I write mostly fantasies, though I have tried to venture out beyond those borders. Unfortunately, I'm not particularly adventurous in that respect. I hope you'll enjoy it here and maybe learn something new about me, my writing, or just stuff in general. Have Fun!
Character Interview: Clissa Hiara

Character Interview: Clissa Hiara

I recently asked my sister to interview one of my characters, merely because this character is really interesting and complex and I was curious how she’d respond to the questions. I can tell you that almost none of these answers are entirely truthful, because of who she is, but it was interesting to see. My best friend also deserves credit for a few of the questions.

I plan on making character interviews a regular thing and choosing a character of mine at random to interview each day or week or however often I decide to do this. If you’d like to offer some questions, go ahead and leave those in the comments.

Now without further ado, here’s the interview with Clissa.


Clissa: *takes a seat across from the interviewer, legs elegantly crossed* Hello.

Interviewer: Hello, Miss Hiara. How are you doing today?

Clissa: I’m well. How are you?

Interviewer: I’m quite fine, thank you. Let’s get started with our first question. It’s really preliminary, but what’s your name?

Clissa: Clissa Hiara, prime minister of the Trell Province.

Interviewer: And how old are you?

Clissa: That’s not a very polite question to ask a woman. *a hint of a smile twitches at her lips* I’m twenty-seven.

Interviewer: I apologize. Which of the following is most important to you: Kindness, intelligence, bravery, or cunning?

Clissa: Intelligence. A prime minister must be intelligent.

Interviewer: And of these: Honesty or selflessness?

Clissa: Definitely honesty. If you can’t be honest with people, you’ll never get anything done. Any relationship is based in trust, be it personal, professional, or indirect like that of a prime minister and her subjects.

Interviewer: What are your hobbies?

Clissa: Singing and dancing, mostly. And I love birds.

Interviewer: What are your prime fashion choices?

Clissa: Well as prime minister my choices are no secret. Red and black dresses, mainly, with lots of jewelry, usually in gold.

Interviewer: In your opinion, what are the worst offenses and most disdainful actions?

Clissa: Good question. Murder is high on the list, as is theft. One of the things I find most disgusting, though, is not the action itself, but when people get others to do their dirty work for them. It’s more dishonest than the thing itself, I believe.

Interviewer: Hmm…What’s your favorite food?

Clissa: Dark chocolate.

Interviewer: And favorite color?

Clissa: Red.

Interviewer: Why?

Clissa: It’s dramatic. I have a flair for the dramatic.

Interviewer: What would be your ideal home? Castle, mansion, cottage, tower?

Clissa: A castle, most definitely. A castle makes a statement.

Interviewer: That it certainly does. Is there any job you’d prefer to prime minister?

Clissa: Well, not to sound cliché, but I’d like to be queen. Not that that’ll ever happen, but a girl can dream, can’t she?

Interviewer: Of course. Why would you want to be queen?

Clissa: The same reason everyone does. Power, importance, glamour. It’s an important position that any woman would love to have.

Interviewer: Indeed. And would you rather watch a movie or read a book?

Clissa: I don’t enjoy either particularly much, but probably watching movies.

Interviewer: Do you have a favorite?

Clissa: Maybe The Three Musketeers.

Interviewer: And do you have a book preference?

Clissa: Romeo and Juliet.

Interviewer: What do you like about them?

Clissa: *shrugs* The adventure, I suppose. And with Romeo and Juliet I enjoy the romantic tragedy.

Interviewer: What is the one thing you can never leave home without?

Clissa: A tube of lipstick.

Interviewer: Would you call yourself an introvert or an extrovert?

Clissa: I’m definitely an extrovert.

Interviewer: And what traits do you look for in a man?

Clissa: Dark and mysterious, and as intelligent as I am.

Interviewer: What is your favorite animal and why?

Clissa: A cobra, because they’re beautiful.

Interviewer: Do you have any siblings?

Clissa: No. I’m an only child.

Interviewer: Are you excited for your upcoming wedding?

Clissa: I’m very excited. *grins*

Interviewer: Do you have a dress picked out yet?

Clissa: I do, actually. I’d show you, but I know Roran watches this broadcast, and I can’t have him seeing it before the wedding. *smiles*

Interviewer: Of course not. Wouldn’t want to ruin tradition. What kind of flowers will you be carrying?

Clissa: Red roses outlined in black leaves. I decided to leave the rose thorns intact, as well, to go a little outside the box.

Interviewer: That sounds quite striking. Who is the maid of honor going to be?

Clissa: There will actually not be a maid of honor. Roran and I have decided not to have a wedding party.

Interviewer: Oh, okay. What kind of cake do you have picked out?

Clissa: It’s a really big thing, the cake. It’s three tiers high, covered in red frosting, extravagantly decorated. The interior is a dark chocolate and red velvet swirl.

Interviewer: That sounds delightful. Well, I think that’s all I had for you. Thank you for your time, and for the insider access on your wedding.

Clissa: Certainly. *smiles as she stands and leaves*


Well, that turned out to be a fairly long interview, and I didn’t realize until I was copying it how many times in the first third she mentioned being prime minister. She’s rather prideful.

Like I said, if you have any questions for the next interview, let me know. :)

Farewell to April and May

Farewell to April and May

I am so, so bad at doing these regularly. *facepalms* Oh well.

April’s Writing

I ended up writing 40k on The Heart of the Baenor for Camp Nano, instead of my goal of 60k. And that makes a three-time losing streak for Camp Nano. Hooray. I wrote 54k during Camp, though. The last week was spent hopping between random stories because I fell into an awful writing slump. :P

April’s Reading

I didn’t do a ton of reading in April, actually. I read about half of First King of Shannara by Terry Brooks, and I read part of The Forbidden Library by Django Wexler, but that’s it.

May’s Writing

Well, April’s writing slump decided to continue into May, so the beginning of this month was entirely nonconstructive. I wrote a tiny bit on a new story of mine (like I really need another one, right?) and progressed tHotB about 500 words. Woopdeedoo.

I did, however, start the next draft of House of Mages. I’m working on getting the money for an editor, also. (If you’d like to help out, I started a GoFundMe page for it.)

I also started on the first book of my series The Daughters of the Hylands, which I’ve been planning for years and just haven’t been able to get working. This is my third try, and I think this one will actually turn out okay. Here’s hoping.

May’s Reading

I continued April’s reading, as well as reading The Curse of the Spider King, the first book in the Berinfell Prophecies by Wayne Thomas Batson, and starting on Timebound by Rysa Walker. Both are very good, and Curse of the Spider King may have bumped Dreamtreaders down on my top five list.


Camp NaNoWriMo

Camp NaNoWriMo

I know I just mentioned Camp in my March wrapup post, but I want to write about it again. :P

First of all, I’m 2k behind. I’ve been 2k behind for most of the month, actually, and telling myself I could make it up. I still haven’t made it up. And the past few days my motivation to write this particular story has gone down the drain. I still love the story, I love the idea and the characters and the relationships and everything about it… except the writing. I really wish it would just be done and write itself. I don’t think this has ever happened with a story of mine before. But yeah, I wish it would write itself.

I have still written on this story every day of the month (except the 16th and 18th), and I know I’ve written something every single day because I still have my 4thewords streak, but I can’t get into it. :P

Today I felt really motivated to write my dystopian story Disconnect, so I wrote 1800-ish on that, and I’m so unmotivated on HotB (I still wrote on that today, though) that I counted that 1800 toward my Camp word count. After much deliberation on whether or not I should or not. :P

Anyway, I’m still 2k behind with the Disconnect writing in there. *sighs* Perpetually 2k behind…

Here’s an excerpt from Disconnect, if you’re interested:


Cassidy was shoved back into her cell and the guards took up their places by the door.

She looked through the bars at her neighbors. To her left was a mean-looking brute with tattoo-covered arms and a sneer. To her right was a woman only a few years younger than her.

“What are you here for?” Cassidy asked the woman.

The woman pushed her dark, yet vibrant, red hair out of her face.

“Communications with outside cities. You?”

“Same. What’s your name?”

“Hey!” one of the guards said. “No talking to each other!”

The woman rattled her chains and Cassidy recognized morse code.


Cassidy tapped out her own name – Cass – and Dair nodded.

“Nice to meet you,” Dair said aloud.

“Hey! Shut up in there!”

Cassidy nodded to Dair, who had slid back into a corner of her cell and leaned her head back to rest against the cement wall.

“Could I have a hairtie?” Dair asked.

One of the guards sighed and left. In a moment he returned and handed a black hairtie to her through the bars.

“Thank you.”

She tied her hair up into a ponytail and leaned her head against the wall again.

Dair started tapping absently on her knee.


Cass tapped back.

Used to be.

Dair nodded and jabbed a thumb toward the guards.

Apparently those bozos never were.

Cassidy allowed herself a small smile.

You military?

No. Dad was.

What branch?

Infantry. Not much else these days.

True. I was navy.

Dair’s eyebrows raised.

Navy? Impressive. I’d nearly forgotten we had one of those.

Cass gave another small smile.

It’s small. My platoon disbanded.

Even smaller now, then.

Cass nodded.

“What’s going on in there?” one of the guards asked, noticing the motion.

Bozos, Dair tapped.

“Nothing,” she said aloud. “It’s not like we’re talking.”

The guard looked doubtful, but he returned to his post.

Dair rolled her eyes.

How do we get out of here? It was Cass who tapped.

Distraction. Steal the keys. Get out. Grab weapons.


Dair inclined her head a bit.



Sorry it’s kind of long. :P Hope you liked it, though. :)

Goodbye March (Massively Late)

Goodbye March (Massively Late)

Well, it’s halfway through April and I haven’t written a March overview yet. Sounds like me. Well, better late than never, right?

March’s Reading

The first book I finished in March was Spindle, which I had started all the way back in January or February. It wasn’t my absolute favorite, but it was pretty good.

I also finished The Last of the Mohicans, which I hesitate to add since it was a book I read for school (and it’s also mega, mega boring), but I read it, so it’s on here anyway.

March’s Writing

Rebellion Ever After was my main project in March. My aim was to get it to 60k before April, but that didn’t happen. I got to 40k, though, which is good.

I also wrote a short story in March to go with it, and that was a lot of fun. It follows one of the MC’s dreams as she’s asleep in her stasis chamber, and she’s the only one there except a SRV-droid, so there’s a lot of description and not as much dialogue as I usually write.

April’s Writing

Since it’s halfway through April already, I’ve already gotten some writing done. Namely I’ve written 32k in my Camp Nanowrimo novel, The Heart of the Baenor. This story is really interesting to write because I’m specifically working toward putting in more description and internal dialogue since those are things I tend to struggle with in my writing. The description part is made easier by the fact that HotB takes place in Kaloris, which I’ve fleshed out considerably more than some of my other storyworlds. The well-developed world also helps with character development and so forth.

Other Fun Stuff

I’ve been working on editing my book House of Mages, as you know from January’s wrap-up/February’s welcome, and working toward getting it ready for publishing. Well, I got a cover on March 22nd and I’m sooooo happy with it! It’s perfect! And it was a premade one, so it didn’t cost as much. I got it at The Book Cover Designer.

Now I’m looking toward getting an editor for when I finish my third draft, which I haven’t even started yet because I haven’t finished my second draft. I really need to do that.

Anywho, who wants to see my beautimous cover?

Tadaaaaaa! Oh yeah, and I finally settled on a pen name: R. M. Archer, as you can see above. ^-^ I’m so happy about all of this! It’s amazing! I could be published before the year is out! *squee!* Yeah, I’m happy. ^-^ And in honor of this momentous occasion, how about an excerpt from House of Mages? Just a short one.


They walked through the tunnels for several minutes before emerging on the surface. But it wasn’t anything like an earthly surface. The ground was black, the sky was stone-like with stalactites hanging from it, and the whole atmosphere was penetratingly dark.

The castle that loomed in front of them was especially dark. Whatever material it was made of seemed to absorb what meager light there was, and the towers were like cold stone claws that would reach down and crush or impale her at any moment. The gates were bent outward like ribs, and the small dank breeze seemed to make them shift like there really was a beating heart behind them.

Lian shuddered.

“Do we have to go in there?”

“Of course. That is the Conqueror’s castle.”

Asphodel led the way up to the gate and Lian followed, trying to seem more courageous than she felt.

As they passed through the gates and walked up to the front door, Lian tried to quiet her rapidly beating heart. It felt like a caged animal trying to break free, making her feel like her chest would explode.

She survived the walk to the front door however, despite almost running into Asphodel when the demoness stopped suddenly to pull the bell rope. Its gong was eerie and melancholic almost causing Lian to shiver again.

The door slid open soundlessly and the two of them entered, passing through several corridors. The only sound was that of Asphodel’s heels clicking on the odd black floor.


This is one of my favorite parts of House of Mages. There’s actually description! Anyway, I hope you liked it. :)

This post has gotten kind of long, so I’m gonna go now. See ya!



Deep Worldbuild Project Part 7: Culture

Deep Worldbuild Project Part 7: Culture

Deep Worldbuild Project:

Part 1: Map Outlines

Part 2: Landscape and How it Affects Culture

Part 3: Wildlife

Part 4: Technology and Magic

Part 5: Religion

Part 6: History


Sorry this is so late in coming. It took me an embarrassingly long time to come up with a topic. When I finally thought of culture I facepalmed so hard… Anyway, you’ve waited long and patiently so I won’t keep you waiting any longer. Here’s the post. Continue reading “Deep Worldbuild Project Part 7: Culture”