I don’t think there is anything more thrilling or invigorating than beginning a new story idea. I mean, from that first beautiful, other-worldly jolt of inspiration, of “OH WOWIE, WHAT IS THIS BEAUTIFUL IDEA?!” to flinging everything in your book bag all over the floor in an effort to find a notebook, to watching your fingers fly across the page in an attempt to keep up with that inspiration machine between your ears.
Well… in case you couldn’t tell by the lateness of the post, THAT VERY THING HAPPENED TO ME ABOUT TWO HOURS AGO.
Needless to say, I’m on a high right now. Any writer can tell you what that feels like. Its this utter shock of joy and adrenaline that just pumps through your very soul.
Hmmm…. a little of that might also be the coffee i just downed, but I mean. IDEAS!
I sat down at my desk and about a thousand words just poured right out of me. Sometimes when writing, things as just so clear and so close that they are almost tangible.
Of course, writing like this is as easy as pie. Its a joy. An unbottled, wild, sing-out-loud burst of happiness.
But writing isn’t always this way. Like a wonderful long-term relationship, sometimes writing can seem like the last thing you want to deal with. It can become trying. It can get naggy. It can forget to take the garbage out even when you specifically asked it to and left a note on the counter as a reminder and-
Well, probably not the last one, but you never know.
So, writing isn’t always easy, it isn’t always going to do the things you ask of it. But its an absolutely amazing, wonderful, mind blowing thing most of the time. It’s part of you, part of your heart and soul.
And with that, I’m going to end this little reality check with my excerpt of what I managed to write and edit tonight of this new project. And I am going to go dance around some more and let my ideas run like a nice river of inspiration through my mind.
OH and before I forget…. I know in my last post, I spoke of the perils of pantsing and how I really feel that I am a planner. But here’s the thing:
1) Never take anything I say too seriously, or with any sense of finality.
2) I still feel that writing one chapter is not pantsing, just a crash test to get to know your characters and a fun way to get your fingers flowing.
Alright, here is my new baby. Please let me know your thoughts!!!! 🙂
The ancient forest was perfectly, completely still. Not a whisper of the wind came through the thick canopy of leaves above to ruin the spell of quiet over the trees.
But then- a distant sound like a heartbeat. Galloping hooves, growing ever closer, and muffled voices.
Two hooded riders broke through an empty expanse of trunks. They burst along the narrow path, one after the other, moving in a flash of dark furs.
“I thought we agreed- you’d set a small fire!” One of the riders yelled, a golden tangle of hair escaping from her hood. A jewel-hilted broadsword was strapped to the girl’s back, and a dagger lay sheathed at each thigh. She looked over her shoulder, to the dark shadows that shifted in the trees, searching for the black cloaks and eagle sigils of their pursuers.
The other rider, wearing the golden bands of the Fae stacked up her dark bare arms, shrugged. “Naliya, I told you controlling flames aren’t my strong suit.”
Naliya stared at her companion’s back, eyes growing slightly wild.
“Inerri! You blew up the whole Fort! What happened to a discreet escape?” Before the Fae girl could respond, a crash resounded behind them, not nearly far enough.
“I think we should try to head to Falcran Cave!” Inerri said, twisting her body to give Naliya a meaningful look. Naliya let out a groan, but nodded her head. They both knew what that meant.
As their horses continues to gallop, the girls took their right feet out of the stirrups, shakily transferring their weight to their left. Naliya gasped in pain, trying to ignore the urge to touch the spot below her ribs. They both swung their right leg carefully over their moving mount’s back, gripping tightly to their saddles.
“Now!” Inerri cried. They let go, both pulling their remaining foot out of the stirrup, and then, with a whisper of words like a song under Inerri’s breath, they were falling at an unnaturally slow pace backward.
A large, sparkling bubble of water, as soft and plush as a pillow, had caught them, and was carefully descending onto the ground like a weighed down pulley. The moment it touched the damp forest floor, the enchanted bubble popped, and the two girls were staggering up . Naliya swallowed the grunt of pain that clenched at her throat and followed Inerri at a break neck speed through the trees adjacent to the path. Their mounts galloped on, a slight distraction for their pursuers.
It wasn’t until they had gone well into the web of ferns and underbrush that Naliya felt her nerves calm. She hated that swooping feeling of falling in her stomach, that nauseating moment of being suspended in the air with nothing to catch her. Inerri, on the other hand, loved the strange, floating sensation. Naliya supposed it was because the Fae girl’s natural branch of magic was water.
Naliya liked to have her feet firmly on the ground.
As they stumbled as quietly as possible through the trees, Naliya ripped at the cold black pendant against her throat- the amulet worn by a Tower Priestess. It was out of habit, rather than belief that the perpetually cold thing would come off. No matter whether she tried burning or magic or steel, the amulet was impossible to remove. It had been choking her since her initiation ceremony that past spring. Even after she fell from grace, even after she refused her duties as a Tower Priestess, it still would not budge. She would have to cut off her head before being free of the vow she made to the Sky Goddess.
The forest around them was silent once again, save for the sounds of their footsteps and laboured breathing. Far off, they could hear the muffled crashing of their pursuers. Inerri reached into the leather pouch at her hip, pulling out a small wooden compass and a neatly folded map. They kept up a quick pace for about an hour, always heading North West. Naliya tried not to grumble about how weary her body felt. Her jellied limbs had been used to the cramped, hard cell in the Baevan fort. She gingerly touched the sore spot on her stomach where purple plumes of bruises decorated her skin. Inerri could find out about that later- no use in worrying her now. The Fae would only waste her energy trying to heal the slices and bruises, and depending on what they found at Falcran Cave, Inerri would need all the energy she had.
“Just here, I think!” Inerri puffed. Up ahead, the trees gave way to a brook, and past that, a wall of red rock. The smell of wood smoke drifted across Naliya’s nostrils, and she stopped suddenly, dragging Inerri down to a crouch. Just inside the mouth of the cave, a warm and inviting fire crackled, with a spit of meat roasting above it. Naliya felt her stomach twinge at the sight of the feast. She couldn’t remember the last time she ate anything other than the stale crusts of bread- and (just the once) an unfortunate mouse.
But three shadows cast themselves along the rock wall like demons. Bandits, all well armed and muscled, lazed in the mid afternoon, waiting for something to do.
“Let’s move on,” Inerri whispered nervously, biting her lip. “You’re in no fit state to fight anyone, and making a racket could call those Baevan soldiers back onto our trail.”
Naliya let out a breath. “Inerri, I think it’s time I take the lead for a while.” She said, standing back to her full height. The thread bare rags she had under the fur cloak Inerri had brought would do nothing to protect her. Neither would the fraying deer skin boots, or her exposed skin. She was already injured, she was frail and malnourished. Her very bones ached.
But Naliya’s hands were as still as the forest, and her heart was burning with the need to swing steel.
She rolled her shoulders.
“No! Naliya, you can’t-”
“This won’t take long.” Naliya reached her arm above her and unsheathed her sword, bolting across the brook to the cave before Inerri could stop her.
That’s it! I really hope you enjoyed