Hello folks, this is just a quick update to say that I’m reworking The Blood so it’ll be a few weeks until I can get it back up and going again. Until then I’m going to run a complete novella I wrote called Hallow Hill. This is a gritty fantasy novella set in the same world as The Squire and is part of the same continuum, though with different characters. This is only its second draft so if you see weird things about it, please call them out!
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Good news everyone! I’ve decided to post some more updates about my writing today and you know what that means?
Yeah… I’m behind again. It’s not my fault, I swear! Well, actually, that’s a lie. Sorry. As I sit here listening to “The Glass Prison” by Dream Theatre, I’m reminded how time can get away from us, closing in around us with its invisible, intangible walls until there’s hardly any room to breathe. That’s how I feel lately, but it’s all for the best. The wife and I are moving soon, in three weeks in fact, and a great deal of time lately is split between a ton of overtime at work and packing up the apartment. I’m veryexcited about this move because at our new place I will have my very own writing room! Right? How cool is that? I’ll have my own quiet space to work, plot and scheme.
Aderyn stumbled backward, fighting for breath. She held out a hand, either to ward off the next blow or to submit. In her confused, desperate fight for air, she wasn’t sure which one she meant to do. Opposite her, Kendrick sighed and stood up straight, stretching his arms above his head.
“You know, if this had been a real fight, you’d be dead right now,” he said.
Hours, days perhaps, passed. Aderyn lost track of time in the tiny room, alone with her thoughts and memories. At first she slept and waited, but after a time the dreams grew too terrible. They were always of her mother or her brother Caiden. Awful dreams, painful dreams.
Only once did she dream of her father. It was a brief, sweet dream that faded like flavor ice on the tongue. When she woke that time she desperately wanted to hold onto it, to remember it but all she could recall was her father’s laugh. It was deep and wonderful, the kind of laugh that made everyone else in the room smile. Aderyn remembered smiling so many times. Continue reading →
So I wrote the first draft of The Blood – Part 12. It’s rough and it’s quick but at least it’s there. It was one of the hardest chapters to write, considering it was only 900 words. I aim to have a chapter for The Blood to be about 1,000 words, something that’s easily digestible on a blog. Still this one was like pulling teeth.
Sometimes, chapters are like that. Sometimes the words come so hard you have to drag each and every one of them out of the mud and shove them bodily into place. They hurt and leave you sore and panting but I’ve often found that later, when you look back on it, you can’t tell the difference in the writing from that hard-won victory to the one that “wrote itself.” It’s a fascinating sort of phenomenon that only writers can truly experience.
If you find yourself stuck and uninspired and unsure what to do, don’t worry. We’ve all been there. Almost every story I’ve ever written has one of these chapters/parts/whatever. Usually a longer piece like The Blood has several. So this won’t be the last chapter I write with a chisel.
I wrote this one in blood, but let’s hope it cleans away without too much smearing.
Let me preface this with the following horror: I did poorly in my Physics classes.
Yep. I love SciFi but physics, biology and chemistry all gave me the middle finger and went off to sleep with the cooler guys. I tried to woo them, I truly did. I studied all the right lines, treated them like treasures and supported them when things got hairy but in the end, they rejected me. It’s not fair.
Well, mostly it’s not fair. Not having a head for science as a teenager did not keep me from writing science fiction, or what I thought was science fiction. Mostly what I wrote in those days was fantasy with rocket ships. There’s nothing wrong with fantasy with rocket ships, but it was lacking the real science in Science Fiction. Continue reading →
“It’s all right,” Resh said. “They just want to ask you a few questions.”
It took all the calm she had left to step into the room and stand before them. Each of them looked as old as the Governess, if not older. They all regarded her like she had, with suspicion and distrust.
“Young lady,” said the one in the center, a woman with gray hair and a rasping voice. “Tell us who you are.” Continue reading →