C. C. Harper - Author

The other day I was researching some concepts to incorporate in a character of mine, and one of them was the concept of "trashy” women.  What makes people label a woman as “trashy”, or vulgar. Is it the looks? Is it the social background? Is it the kind of language they use? Or is it a combination of all these?  One of the websites I came across was "Ask Men" or something like that, which had a forum where they posed the question, and there were these users - whom I assume were men - that provided several fascinating answers. These answers varied from "Women who wear gym clothes at the church", to "Women who cuss", to "women who smoke during pregnancy" or "Women who don't supervise the education of their children."  However, no matter how fascinating and amusing the answers were, they lacked consistency and coherency. My thoughts were that the fact that the answers I found were so varied—and sometimes contradictory—suggests tha...

The other day I was thinking to myself “When did I start writing? Was it before or after I developed my extreme fondness for reading?” I’m not really sure, but my perception tells me they manifested at about the same time. Of course as a child I read quite frequently and even with my friends we were always playing and telling stories to each other. Yet, that was not writing.  The first time I remember writing a story was when I was “talking”, with a friend of mine, through notes we used to put in each other’s mailbox. They were not exactly letters, they were more like the 80’s version of WhatsApp messages, but in handwriting, some were a lot more extensive and there was no shortening or contraction of words, which - by the way - I find it to be one of the most vile and hideous manner of stabbing a language in its written form.  Anyway, our storytelling game started with a dream, or a nightmare depending on the perspective. Though I think it wasn’t really a nightmare, it was on...

    Yesterday, on Instagram I came across a post - on one of my fellow authors’ account - about this trend of criticizing adults for reading YA books. I have to admit that I was completely oblivious to it, but apparently it has sparked a fair amount of debate in recent years. Personally I found it such an odd behavior that I nearly dismissed it. But after replying “I don’t think there’s much to understand” to Tanya, I started thinking that I actually might be wrong, and there is something here that requires to be studied, analyzed and understood.   I didn’t have much time to think about it thoroughly, with all the variables and elements that might be involved, but I firmly believe that criticizing someone's reading choices is counterproductive. In my opinion reading, in any form, is a valuable activity, and people should do it more often. So, I decided to get it out of my system in an exploratory manner, approaching as many hypotheses as I could think of and this is ...

  As the clock strikes midnight on December 31st, millions of us engage in a time-honored ritual: setting New Year resolutions. From promises to eat healthier, exercise more, or finally learn that second language, we embark on this journey of self-improvement with high hopes and determination. Yet, as the weeks roll by, these resolutions often dissolve into the chaos of daily life. By February, the gyms start to empty, journals gather dust, and the motivation that seemed so abundant fades into a familiar routine. Why is this so common? And more importantly, is there a better way to approach self-growth and fulfillment? The answer lies in embracing a philosophy that has stood the test of time: Carpe diem! The problem with New Year Resolutions is that the concept is deeply flawed. It implies that meaningful changes must be tied to a calendar date—that January 1st holds some sort of magical power to reset our habits and mindset. Take a habit; for example, it takes at least 60 days to ...

 Remember when I said my mind felt like a chaotic storm filled with worry and sadness? Well, it still is! But rather than stay stuck in this creative slump, I decided to dive into updating my Erandelle Guidebook. Just a casual 40 new pages, no big deal. On top of that, I created a guide for the Esir’s constructed language and its dialects for the Kril and Selies. Easy, right? If you’re not up to speed, Erandelle is my fictional world that I’ve been shaping for a quite a while, and is connected to a novel that’s still giving me the runaround. I promise I’ll finish it eventually; I have until I’m 132! If you’re curious, my first post on Medium shares the details of the early draft . But back to the guide. I desperately needed something to keep my creativity flowing, so I made a basic outline of the cultures and customs of my fictional characters. Feeling as creatively stuck as I was, I thought tackling something simpler might help. To my surprise, this mechanical approach didn’t just...

  I would like to start by apologizing for being so quiet since the end of September, but life has a way of sneaking up on you, doesn’t it? Sometimes it feels like someone just dropped a bomb in your life, and suddenly, everything feels off balance leaving no room for anything else. I received some very bad news about someone I deeply care for and processing that has been a tremendous challenge. I’ve found myself managing the entire situation quite poorly, and it’s been really hard to find my footing. These news have clouded my mind with worry and sadness, making it difficult to engage in the creative and writing process that I usually love. In all honesty I wish I could say I have a solution or a way to make it all better, but I’m still figuring things out. So I’m slowly learning to cope, and to accept that it’s okay to not be okay right now. Sometimes, I suppose, just acknowledging your struggles can be the first step toward healing. Thank you for your understanding and patience....

  In today’s midweek prompt - which you may freely consider slightly lengthy for a writing prompt - we’re going back to an urban fantasy setting, to the witches, the magic and the supernatural.   So here it goes: In the heart of a neon-lit metropolis, where the dazzling glow of modernity gleams against the backdrop of age-old secrets, a forgotten coven stirs from its century-long slumber. The city, a fusion of towering skyscrapers and dark alleyways, hums with an energy that pulses just beneath its surface. Ancient magic, once cloaked in shadow and silence, begins to seep into the streets, awakening forces long thought to be extinct.  Here, amidst the chaos of honking cars and flickering streetlights, you find yourself entangled in a web woven from the threads of your ancestry. You are a witch, a proud descendant of the Forsaken Coven—a group banished from the magical realm for daring to summon powers deemed too dangerous for mortal hands. Until recently, your life h...