Wednesday, March 1, 2017

Word Count Wednesday (3/1/17)

What am I working on?

I'm seriously considering working on a chapter two for our chapter project, I have the story nearly completed in my head and it was rather fun to work on. I'm also working on my in media res experiment set in a medieval fantasy world; I think I'm going to start the story with my MC and his army pillaging an enemy village/sacred temple and getting cursed by the high priestess for trying to steal from the gods. Actually I think I might create maps for all of my stories so it can add some scope to the whole thing, I love world building it's one of my favorite things to do. I'm going to attempt to write a poem this week and begin again on the magical realism story as well as the children's book.

Word Count: 1,154 (YAY!)

How do I feel about the process?

It's getting better i'm still a bit slow but I found that lately i've had like an hour or so where I can type up a storm without receiving a loss for words. It's exciting that i'm slowly getting out of my period of writer's block (HUZZAH HUZZAH)

What am I reading now?

Guenevere, Queen of the Summer Country by Rosalind Miles

Fullmetal Alchemist vol. 22, 23, 24 by Hiromu Arakawa

On Writing by Stephen King


Tuesday, February 28, 2017

Chapter Project

From Where the Stars Fall (Temporary Title)

            The man awoke stirring from his spot with a low groan, everything was spinning and the world around him swirled around in blurry fragments. His head was throbbing, the dull pain pulsing over the top of his scalp and lingered around his ears. The man reached to clutch at the source of the pain and to grab his bearing together when the pull of a foreign force seemed to keep his arms in place followed by the sound of rattling metal. He looked up into the blurred darkness to faintly make out that his hands were tied with chains to the metal pipe above his head. A gasp escaped his lips, his eyes widening a bit in panic and began to pull desperately to free his hands. Oh god where was he? The blackness was all consuming swallowing everything in sight into its dark gullet and left nothing but the faint outlines of things that were once there. The man tugged and strained for several long minutes then turned his attention to the dark room around him, there was no light to be found save for the new dim glow of a lantern that now sat on a hook upon the wall. He ceased his struggling and fixed his gaze upon the light for a sign of life. “H-hello, i-i-is anyone there?” he called shakily into the emptiness only to hear it bounce off the walls and echo back in his face. His eyes darted back and forth from the darkness to the warm glow of the light.
            It was then that he saw her. A silent white face peering out of the thick nothingness of the room the faint outline of the rest of her made plain by the small torch beside her on the wall. How long had she been standing there and staring? She was leaned back against the wall hidden in the shadows but her cold eyes leapt out of the darkness to swallow him up. She stared at him a slow feline smile and crossed her arms in triumph. “Oi! It seems the wee lil’ princess done woke up, rise an’ shine sleepin’ beauty,” she said with a sinister chuckle taking slow steps towards him “now that yer awake ye can tell me where ‘e is.”
“W-what? I don’t know what yer talkin’ about“
“Oh I think ye do, now where did ye send ‘im? Where the blood ‘ell is Bartholomew Curtis Coote?”
The man tensed at the name his face draining of all color and he began to stammer nervously “I-I don’t know! I don’t know him or nothi-“
A quick flash of movement halted him mid-sentence, the girl grabbed a handful of his greasy hair and slammed his head hard into the cracking concrete wall.
“Who the bloody ‘ell do ye think yer kiddin’ mate? Yer the last person to see the b*stard when ‘e disappeared from me sight. Don’t lie to me again, where did ye send ‘im? Now I ain’t gonna ask ye again so ye better start talkin’.”
His head was spinning once more as the girl began striking his head against the wall over and over “stop! I don’t know nothin’ you crazy b*tch!” His face was white with anger his voice filled with venom and he began to thrash around violently in a weak attempt to fight back. He sucked back gathering a mouthful of saliva before spitting it back into the girl’s face “get yer d*mn hands off of me!”
The girl was taken a back for a moment her cheeks reddening and slowly wiped the spit off of her chin and onto the filthy shirt of the man, her fists clenched tightly and her cold eyes stared daggers down at the unfortunate man. “So that’s ‘ow it’s gonna be eh?” she hissed and with one foul swoop of her leg her foot made contact with the man’s nose and the loud crunch echoed in the empty space blood spraying the air. The man let out a scream choking on the heavy red stream pouring from his mangled nostrils, his breathing became heavy and more frantic. The girl stood and sent another swift kick to the man’s chest and disappeared into the darkness returning with a small pocketknife with a rusted handle. The man gasped for air letting out another scream as he spied the old rusted blade “Help! Help! Fer the love of God someone get me out of here!” The girl looked down at him and grabbed at his hair once more “No one’s comin’ fer ye mate an’ now no one is goin’ to recognize ye either when I’m done wit ye.” She pulled back his head and pressed the blade against his bloody cheek, a stinging red line flowed down trickling off of his chin “Yer the only one that can make all o’ this stop, tell me where ‘e is.” The man screamed jerking his head away his whole body was shaking in breathy gasps for air. A small period of silence broke between the two it was his chance to speak but no words were uttered from his shaking lips other than “p-please stop, jest let me g-go.”
“ ‘tis a pity I’ll just ‘ave to force it out o’ ye then if yer gonna beg like that” she said her voice filling with ice and once again stepped back into the darkness returning this time with a primitive pair of pliers from god knows where. The man’s eyes nearly bulged out of his sockets upon seeing the foul device set in her hands and immediately began thrashing around violently “no no no no! Don’t ye get that bloody thing near me!”
“Oi, ye ‘ad yer chance now mate an’ I’m always a girl o’ me word now open up” she said with a sinister grin plastered on her face. He clenched his jaw tightly before the again slammed his head into the wall with a loud crash, stunned and confused his lips loosened and the cold metal forced it’s way into his mouth. His eyes began to water and his hands shook in the chains “p-p-please…” he mumbled through the metal, but his cries fell on deaf ears. She grinned down at him and shoved her hand onto his chest “one, two, an’ a three” she said with a laugh before clamping down on a back molar and with a one swift yank she loosed the tooth from his mouth. The man let out a scream of murder as his mouth now filled with fresh blood and tears flowed from his eyes in pure pain. She stared at him and pulled the yellowed tooth from her pliers holding it out in her palm for him to see “well won’t ye look at that it’s nearly rotten inside jus’ like ye mate, let’s see if yer other ones are just as bad” she said going for her pliers again. The man’s shoulders slumped in defeat and his chest was heaving in thick sobs “e-enough… please stop I’ll tell you all ye wanna hear, I know where he went.” The girl grinned and kneeled down next to him “talk quick an’ if I catch that yer lyin’ to me yer gonna loose ‘bout ‘alf o’ yer teeth.”
            The man nodded spitting out another mouthful of blood and looked up at her “yer lookin’ fer Bartholomew Curtis Coote I-I hid him safe at the Hag’s Hole Inn down on the corner of Cheapside and West Chesterson. He’s sittin’ in the t-tarvern waiting fer me to get him out of the city” he said thickly gasping for air. The girl nodded but raised a dark eyebrow up in question grabbing at the man’s blood soaked shirt “an’ whot were ye plannin’ to do when ye were to meet ‘im at the inn?”
“I-I-I was goin’ to get him out of the city and off of this bloody continent when I heard ‘bout the price on his head.”
“How were ye gonna do that? What was yer escape route?” she asked with a triumphant serpentine like smile pulling his face up to really stare him in the face “come on out wit it mate I don’t got all day.”
“We…we were gonna leave from the inn and take the alleys east out of the city then navigate our way through the forest for a few days… there was a small town outside of Favershim to take the bullet steamer train to the east coast we’d catch a passenger liner from Carolly harbor and cross the sea to d*mn Hillenbrend. There are you bloody satisfied you daft b*tch!”
“How do I know ye ain’t lyin’ to me right now? Why the ‘ell should this b*tch believe ye?” she said grabbing his broken face and shoved it again into the cracking wall.
“Ah! For the love of god I’ve told you everythin’! Why would I lie under this type of abuse!”
“You’d lie ‘cause ye love ‘im mate but it ain’t no matter ‘bout that, I believe ye are tellin’ the truth” she said with a sly smirk standing up “since that’s all I need I don’t think you’ll be o’ any use to me now. This ain’t personal mate so take this wit a grain o’ salt would’ya?” With that said she drew a small pistol from her belt and cocked back the hammer aiming at the man’s head, she drew a slow breath and her finger pulled the trigger. The silence of the dark room was shattered as the pistol let out a sharp howl and echoed through the building before going silent once more. The man was slumped against the wall his blood now painted the concrete around what was once his head. The girl sighed hooking her weapon back into her belt holder and quickly grabbed for her tools, these would need to be disposed of. She carefully stepped over the body unlocking his limp hands from pipes and collected the chains placing them beside her other sinister tools. She looked down at her clothes and spat out a fowl curse “OCH! Bloody f*ckin’ ‘ell the idiot got ‘is d*mn blood all over me shirt! What a waste…” she muttered as now the clothes off of her back would have to be thrown out as well, too much blood called for too much attention. With a shake of her head she began stripping down pulling off every bit of cloth that came into contact with his blood. She grabbed for her pack in the corner and dawned on another set of clothes, they weren’t exactly clean but they’d have to do for now. The girl flung her pack over her shoulder collecting the evidence in hand and headed for the door, she stopped for a moment to look back at her mangled masterpiece. The poor b*stard looked awful, but why should she care he helped the target escape and he wouldn’t be so lucky in avoiding detection this time. With a heavy sigh she blew out the light from the lantern plunging the room into pitch black and bolted for the door. She opened it and stepped out of the darkness into the muted moonlight of an alleyway surrounded on both side by deteriorating buildings with broken windows. She moved quickly to distance herself from the building tossing her bundle of used tools and bloody clothing into the rank open sewer hole, the current would carry them far enough no fool was dumb enough to dig through raw sewage to get at them even if found. The girl chuckled in satisfaction and made her way out into the streets of Favershim’s slums standing tall. Ah Favershim what a sh*thole.


Wednesday, February 22, 2017

Word Count Wednesday (2/22/17)

What am I working on?

I am still moving along with my chapter project reaching the third page mark (yay!) I cannot decide if my story will end up as "fantasy" or be qualified as a weird type of "science fiction" but I know for sure that my world is definitely steampunk inspired. I've decided to keep the identity of my MC a secret for now but we will eventually learn her name in the next chapter. I'm very excited about this project in particular and I have to work harder if I want to have it completed in time for my group's share session on monday. I've also been working on another story set in a more medieval styled world where my MC is an invading viking who pisses off the wrong person and ends up with two separate curses then must team up with this nation's enemy to help break it. I'm super excited for these two so my magical realism story and my children's books are on the back burners for now until I can finally finish one gosh darn assignment. I'm also working on a vision essay for my poetry class and some occasional writing RPGs with my cousin.

Word Count: 1,071 (not too bad I actually made it to the weekly quota :D)

How do I feel about the process?

It's a little faster but I am still so much slower than everyone else, I cannot understand how everyone seems to have these gorgeous long pages in just a few days and it takes me about a week to get through just one page. I'm trying very hard to pick up the pace to reach deadlines but i'm still behind schedule, any suggestions?

What am I reading?

Guinevere, Queen of the Summer Country by Rosalind Miles

Fullmetal Alchemist vol. 22, 23, 24 by Hiromu Arakawa

On Writing by Stephen King

Wednesday, February 15, 2017

Word Count Wednesday (2/15/17)

What am I working on?

I've finally got something on paper! (Hallelujah!) It's not much but it is something. I'm currently working on our chapter project with the full story completely worked out but the sentences are still the toughest thing for me. I feel that in about another week i'll have it completed (Huzzah!) As for the other projects i'm still working on them slowly but surely and I'm hoping to have something completed for the blog by Monday either my magical realism story or the children's picture book... to be continued.

Word Count: 684... a failure to reach 1,000 but I will make up for it next week :)
 *I totally forgot to put my word count for last week so just for record it was 1,159

How do I feel about the process?

A little better than last week but it's still painfully slow. Sentences I find are the hardest to form together to the ideas in my head, I'm pushing myself to go faster so I can be able to publish something on the blog. Any suggestions to help with my snail speed?

What am I reading now?

Guenevere, Queen of the Summer Country by Rosalind Miles

On Writing by Stephen King

Wednesday, February 8, 2017

Word Count Wednesday (2/8/17)

What am I working on?

This is a little embarrassing to admit but I worked on an essay for my poetry class so I've had no time to really do any creative writing but I did get to storyboard some more ideas in my brain (getting them to paper might be another challenge.) I've story boarded more ideas on my children's picture book and expanded their magical world a bit and worked in the weird idea of having the MCs meet a fleet of viking cats (weird I know, but I imagine they would be so cute in little boats wearing big horned hats and fluffy vests.) I've also been story boarding for the magical realism prompt, I was given prom night and food that screams when you bite it. The idea is to make an ugly duckling story of an awkward looking girl at prom who befriends the sentient food at the buffet gains life advice from them and ends with her eating them before taking their wise advice. The chapter project is almost completely worked out in my mind and I just need to put it to paper but it'll most likely be a fantasy story set in a steampunk world.

How do I feel about the process?

Still slow. I find it incredibly hard to put ideas to paper (or laptop) so it seems to take several centuries for me to finally finish something to post. I apologize for the lack of postings and the snail speed I'll definitely try to pick up the pace and try to post more often.

What am I reading now?

Uprooted by Naomi Novik

Guinevere, Queen of the Summer Country by Rosalind Miles

On Writing by Stephen King


Tuesday, January 31, 2017

Word Count Wednesday (2/1/17)

What am I working on?

Currently I am working on two separate writing RPGs with my cousin; both are fantasy. These are created out of sheer fun and will most likely never be seen by the world but I am thinking about expanding the concept we've created into maybe a book or a short story... we'll see how that turns out (to be continued on that.) I'm also trying to work on the other experiments that we were assigned, mainly the picture book experiment, but unfortunately it's mostly storyboarding at this point. The main idea is about two sisters and their cat ride in a red wagon in their backyard and they let their imagination go nuts. The red wagon turns into a red boat and the vast yard turns into their own fantasy world; it's solely based on how I used to see the world as a child and the adventures I used to go on.

Word Count: 3,058 (Do not be fooled by this number 99.9% of it is from my RPGs and the rest is actual serious work...)

How do I feel about the process?

It's soooooooooooo slooooooooooooow. I am working at snail speed and it is beyond frustrating. I also seem to be suffering from a very troubling case of writer's block. I can't seem to be able to grasp my ideas into suitable words and they seem to only appear in word fragments. Oh well, it must be toughed out with a smile and hopefully I will find my writing muse soon enough.

What am I reading now?

The Assassin's Blade by Sarah J. Maas

Uprooted by Naomi Novik (a special thanks to Chloe Frederickson for lending me the book; so here forth commences the Chloe/Chloe book exchange club huzzah!)

On Writing by Stephan King

Monday, January 30, 2017

Experiment Numero Dos (The Fashionably Late Song/Poem)

Hello world. Yes, yes I know this is about a week late but I have found over the last few weeks I have become a woman of very few words. I have been cursed with some of the worst writer's block i've ever had in my life and just in time to take a creative writing class (oh joy of joys.) Everything is sort-of composed in my brain but on paper it is coming out in word fragments; it's like walking with a plate of confetti in hand then going outside to the Santa Ana winds and trying to catch it as it flies. In any case I hate posting things that are not perfect or finished... or something so short but I'm hoping what little I have can get some advice on how to make it somewhat acceptable. 

This song/poem is inspired by old medieval ballads that I am actually very fond of listening too, I was listening to some and an image came to mind of a maiden setting out into a storm for a sad and  unknown fate at the other end of the sea. This is my sort-of ode to the Arthurian tale of Tristan and Isolde so i've here by knight it as "Isolde's Song" until I can get a better title in place or until the song is actually finished.  I'm trying to go for music that is more celtic inspired or even a fusion of new world; think Loreena McKennitt or Enya.  Thank you all for your time and I look forward to reading all of your works and envying you all for being able to write so quickly. Have a great day and battle on my lovelies.

Isolde's Song

Blessรจd are the few that know youth's toils

Can'st thou see the fair pilgrim's pride?
The melancholy green in a maiden's eyes
That's sun-kissed upon summer's golden bride.
A heart that beats wild on a tempest tide
An ocean deep where that heart doth lies.
Sailed for a fate of which stars defied.

Can'st thou hear the west wind straining?
Between gales lost echoes banshee's cry
Bid thee farewell the old moon is waning
The old world laid behind with renewed spirits shaming.
Zephyr's golden lyre bellows a traitorous sigh 
The fair maiden travels, herself betraying.

Whir, whir, swirls the sun's golden greens
Faded now shines heaven's grey upon tempests strong
Pale shimmers now blacken the gossamer seas.

Can't thou hear the sea's low moaning song?