I haven’t had a chance to participate

oy12 by timepunchingin NaNo this year, or last. Why? The simple absurd drama that is my life. I ought to carve out some time, but I can’t promise to meet a certain word count every day. I’m sharing this here because I think I found the beginning that the story and myself are quite happy with. It’s rough, and by no means polished. Enjoy! (cross-posted to Destinare)

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She stared ahead, her gaze unfocused. Caolán glanced at his sister as each knight, warrior, would be protector presented themselves. She acknowledged their presence, but did little else. Their mother handled all the proceedings, passing out the favours given to each participant.

The sister he once knew was gone. In Cinnia’s place was some wildling, a feral elf. She disappeared some years go, spirited away by a neighboring kingdom. But a dragon had attacked, and so they thought that their princess had perished with the raiding party. The kingdom grieved for the loss of their princess for years, until one day they heard a rumor of a dragon with a hatchling and a young elf.

They searched tirelessly for years, but always they found an old nest. It was as if the dragon knew they were coming. They hoped that the dragon was simply taking care of their princess and not saving her to feed the hatchling. By the time they did corner the beast, Cinnia was near full grown.

No one recognized her. Her hair was matted , her skin grimy; her clothes the colour of the woods, patched together with sinew. She wore leather that looked like dragon scale and used razor sharp blades as talons, and she snarled like a wild beast at their approach. The princess fought like a creature possessed, far stronger than anyone had thought possible as she was determined to protect the dragon and it’s juvenile offspring. The dragon was brought down, which sent their erstwhile princess into a rage. When the juvenile was captured and killed, she killed half a dozen men. It took three times that to subdue her.

She fought being cleaned. She fought having her clothing taken away. She fought being confined. She railed against their mother and defied everyone, shouting that she didn’t belong within cold walls. When she did escape, Caolán often found her in the garden. But there was one night that it seemed to him that the garden was different. There were fae flitting about, and the night air seemed warm and the moon appeared a faint shade of pale green instead of harsh white light. He followed her into some darker place of the garden. When she stopped abruptly, she turned to look at him. There was something unfathomable in her gaze. She seemed ancient, knowing what his intention was before even he knew what he was doing in the garden so late at night. He coaxed her back to her room. Since that night, each time he found her, she would come back to her room peacefully and wait until dawn.

Over time, she fought less and talked even less. She was subdued, and refused to acknowledge anyone but Caolán. She retreated into herself. He didn’t recognize the feeling that settled into his sister’s heart at first. Fearing the worst, Caolán took her out to the gardens in the hopes that she would react to something besides him. It was then he recognized the look in Cinnia’s eyes: hopelessness. It nearly broke his heart. He would much rather fight with Cinnia when she was full of fire than this empty husk that now sat at their mother’s side. It was Cinnia’s current state that brought about the need of a protector for the princess.

Cinnia’s gaze suddenly focused, her nostrils flaring. It was a small thing. So small that Caolán wasn’t sure he saw it. There was a man with dark hair and amber eyes, his features somehow off. Caolán figured he was one of the fae folk come to fight for the honour of protecting a princess of their fair woods. Cinnia did no more than watch the man approach the queen, take a favour, then depart.

That New Story

masque05 by timepunchingI’m still working on it. The trouble is that where I want to start the story and where the story wants to begin are in different spots. I’ll be heading down south for Thanksgiving. The plan is to work on an outline and perhaps do some writing. I’ll be reworking a playlist on my iPod to help.

It’s not a novel, the story I want to tell. It’s a background story. A short one. It explains a lot of the nature of a few characters’ relationship with each other and others.

Wish me luck.

It’s Finished!

Wow, what a wild ride! I can’t believe The Prince and the Valkyrie is done! I’m really pleased with how this all turned out, and these characters are some of my favourite. I’m hoping to delve into a couple of characters that were introduced in this story to explore more of their background, but we’ll see. I have a couple of other projects in the works and I should write an outline.

I hope everyone enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed writing. I hope everyone has a fabulous week. I’ll announce the next writing project once it’s ready and I’m working on it. Keep an eye on Caeruleus Aether for details.

NaNoWriMO 2015

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That’s right! I’m participating again this year. I did something different this time and created an outline. I don’t know how well the muse will follow the outline, but it’s been helpful so far. I had a splurge of activity during the first two days, but it’s tapered off the past few days. Namely because of training for the new job. My brain is about ready to burst with all the information they’re trying to dump into my brain. By the time I get home, I want to work on other projects: the herb garden, cleaning up the loft, cleaning out the storage unit, cleaning the condo, and sewing projects. Those are just some of the things. This is my last week of training and then I’m jumping right into my new shift.

Even so, I have a feeling that most of my writing will be done on the weekends, and very little be updated during the week. Anyway, this was just a quick post. I hope everyone has a good week!