A Letter to My Not Yet Completed Novel
Dear NYCN,
Don’t mess with me, please? We’re not done yet. Try to remember how you used to love me. Or by all means, learn to be lonely. I’ll tell my father how you were almost honest.Look,just breathe me and I’ll make you feel my love. It’s a mad world, but this is a time for miracles. I will not let you down; you are my sunshine after all. So why are you blaming me?
Have some sympathy for the devil. I’m so lonesome I could cry. Everywhere I go I’m always thinking of you. We’re not going to crash and burn. We are the champions, after all. I want you to want me - You are the wind beneath my wings. I know what I am, but through kingdoms of rain I’ll keep running up that hill and I will fix you. I’ll make a man out of you.
So do an affirmation, be my stepping stone and just get over it!
You don’t have to say you love me, if it’s too much for your cold, cold heart. I can’t make you love me. Just remember that when you’re good to mama you can win the sky and the dawn and the sun. So when the going gets tough, don’t just watch from a distance, ‘cause that’s what hurts the most. If you leave me now, the last rose of summer goes with you.
Sorry seems to be the hardest word, but I apologize if you’ve been feeling underappreciated. I understand if you’re not ready to make nice.All I ask of you is that you don’t break my heart. I’m no angel, but the best thing about me is you. You are so beautiful and what we have between us is so much more than words. So send me a song and answer the call.
I will always love you. I’m haunted by the nearness of you. The memories are like ripples in still water. I am nothing without you. You must love me. We were never meant to fail. This is a brand new day now, so let’s set the world on fire.
I’ll see your heart and I’ll raise you mine With the hope that this will make you love again.
/Your author.
Have Some Polka Dotted Zebras
You know you’re frustrated by your story when you throw in an assassination attempt, and an ambush, in a matter of pages.
Characters, Schmaracters
*grumbles*
It’s so very annoying when the story decides that more people than just my antagonist should be clever, And have their own agenda.
A good friend has more faith in you than you have in yourself. And a good friend will always try to bolster your confidence so that your faith and theirs may one day reach the same heights. Conversely a good friend will always be ready to trim your wings, if you think you can outmatch the sun.
Crumbling wards against terrors in the waking;
you reach for anchor, but the bottom is mud.
Sentries on guard slip to sleep and you fall,
swim or you’ll drown, that is all.Hold fast, hold strong, all journeyers falter,
but you can bend time for the night.
That worry’s a shade; you’ve mistaken the game -
bet you can set a flame to the dark.Come silent night of much beloved solitude
And what a comfort it will be not to care.
For all you need is a word and the prayer will be heard
and your mind will re-center the world.
What do you do when you need to put your writing on hold in order to still be creative in the morning? Go out on the town and photograph the marvels of industrialization of course.
Of course I can’t write a fantasy novel without writing a few poems and songs to go with it. I love poetry and music in my books. This is my first official ‘filk’ for The Ausen Tree Chronicles. The song is called Lament of the Fey and is sung by Mossi pretty early on in the first book.
The audio file is of me singing this song. It’s a cappella, but I hope you enjoy anyway.
My NaNoWriMo Novel
Genre
High Fantasy
Title
The Flower and the Sword
The Ausen Tree Chronicles, Book I
Synopsis
Not being the heir apparent to the Ruckington estate Mossi faces an uncertain future. If Lord Ruckington gets his way she will marry childhood nemesis Lord Goron Landow.
Mossi, however, has other plans. She convinces her father that going to Viraville to study will make her better suited for governing the Landow estate. Little does her father know that Mossi does not plan to return at the end of her studies. Little do they both know that life, war and destiny will get in the way of both of their plans.
Excerpt
“Sometimes I just want to kill him,” Mossi bit out, putting som extra oomf! in her strike for good measure.
“Who, that Landow boy?” Len met every strike without flinching.
“No, well him too. But especially sometimes I get this overwhelming urge to kill my father.”
Len signaled pause with his left hand and Mossi sighed as she lowered her sword and looked at him expectantly.
“I can’t be hearing that kind of talk,” Len said.
Mossi rolled her eyes. Of course not.
“You know I wouldn’t actually do that, Len. Goddess, you know I’m only talking about it because I can’t bloody well talk to him!.”
Len went to place his practice sword on the rack before speaking.
“I know that Mossi, but it’s no good letting people hear you talk like that.”
“What people? There’s nobody here.”
Len did not look around, simply picked up his sword belt and fastened it around his waist.
“There could be,” he said.
“Come on, Len… We only just started practicing!”
Len looked calmly at her.
“I think we’re done practicing for today. Maybe you should try something calmer, and quieter. Go meditate in the garden for a while.”
Mossi could not believe her ears; Len knew how she looked forward to their sparring sessions. Especially now that Ruo was away. And especially when she had had a rough day.
“Come on Len, be reasonable. I’m sorry, all right? I won’t speak further on this matter. I may hate my father sometimes, but I’m not going to kill him and you know that.”
“Your father is a good man, Mossi. He may be a hard man, but he is just.”
Mossi frowned.
“Yeah sure, if you’re a man. If you worship the ground he walks on.”
“That’s not true, and you know it. He lets you practice with me doesn’t he?”
“He lets me?! You make it sound like some grand and magnanimous gesture. I should have just as much right practicing as if I were a boy. The only reason he lets me practice is so I’m able to defend myself if I’m ever caught in an ambush, and so I won’t pester him about it every day.”
Len nodded.
“He loves you very much,” he said. The calmer he seemed the more Mossi felt her blood boil in response.
“Demon’s dare, Len you’re hopeless! Why don’t you just become his little bit on the side if you love him so much?!”
Mossi did not look at the guard as she threw the sword to the ground and ran. She immediately regretted her words, but she pushed the guilt to the side. Men!
Genius is 1% inspiration and 99% perspiration.
NaNoWriMo I Shall Conquer You
This year I’m doing it. No ifs and/or buts about it. I really need to finish the first book in my trilogy and NaNo will help me do that. It will.
I shall not obsess over book 3. I shall not obsess over book 2. I shall obsess over book 1 and that is final.
So there.
