ACK!! NO!!!!
"Burn whatever pages you wish. The words are written on our hearts."
Do you know who says that? Do you know? Can you possibly guess who?? It's horrible! *points down to previous post* She does. Miriam. But NOT IN THAT STORY!!!
It shall NOT turn into a novel. I shan't, it shan't, it shan't! Because I won't let it.
However, I have discovered it has a sequel. Hang it all. I even have the stupid title already.
At least Noah will be happy.
Anyway. So that line came to me today as I drove home from school. I wrote it down - yes, while I was driving. Hehe. No accidents - I didn't really look as I wrote except for a glance now and then to make sure I wasn't scribbling over what was already there. :) (Did I ever tell you that I wrote and entire page of my '04 Nano novel in the car - in utter darkness? And that it was actually legible?)
Actually, that wasn't the only thing I scribbled. There's a whole slew of 'em, all on the back of an ancient quiz that was lying on the floor in front of the passenger seat. Perhaps not the safest thing to do - jotting down sparks of inspiration while driving - but I knew I'd lose them otherwise, and I NEEDED them.
See, today I am going to write an entire chapter of Shanlara. But it doesn't belong where I am now. If you set it out on a timeline, perhaps, it would only be about 2 chaps ahead; but it will be located towards the end of the middle third or the beginning of the last third of the book. (I'm not really sure how long this is going to end up being ...)
It's very cool, actually. See, the MC in the chapter is Oisin. (Those of you who've read Shanlara - he was one of the knights on the Council, who did a lot of the talking when Fiontan died. And if you remember when Adrian passed through Malona - that's his regency.) And I kept coming across these wonderful details; but last night I didn't quite catch them the way I wanted.
So perhaps you can understand why I wrote even though I was driving, when the words came to be in rough perfection.
"Tapestries of rich, deep colors stirred as he brushed past, shimmering as if their weave was laced with gold."
It was those tapestries that eluded me; that I could grasp through several words, but not portray clearly. Funny how little details like that matter so much, isn't it?
Then there was this:
"...Lies that were fed by malice, but sprouted from the seed of truth."
Now THAT one ... that one led to an incredible revelation that has me very excited. But I'm not telling what it was. :-P
But the chapter will be written. After I write for school. (Theses are the bane of all sentient life forms and should be banished from the face of the earth. I believe they would count as ESCTs.) And I have the quiz with me now. Think of how uplifted its life now is ... It could have lain for ages on the floor of my car, being continually stepped on and dripped on (my car leaks ... lol), until one day next fall I found it, realized it was from last year, and ... threw it away.
Now it shall serve an incredible purpose. It holds beauty, not just facts mingled with environmentalist nonsense. And it shall never be thrown away. Hey, someday it may even be collected in a museum or something ... ;)
Do you know who says that? Do you know? Can you possibly guess who?? It's horrible! *points down to previous post* She does. Miriam. But NOT IN THAT STORY!!!
It shall NOT turn into a novel. I shan't, it shan't, it shan't! Because I won't let it.
However, I have discovered it has a sequel. Hang it all. I even have the stupid title already.
At least Noah will be happy.
Anyway. So that line came to me today as I drove home from school. I wrote it down - yes, while I was driving. Hehe. No accidents - I didn't really look as I wrote except for a glance now and then to make sure I wasn't scribbling over what was already there. :) (Did I ever tell you that I wrote and entire page of my '04 Nano novel in the car - in utter darkness? And that it was actually legible?)
Actually, that wasn't the only thing I scribbled. There's a whole slew of 'em, all on the back of an ancient quiz that was lying on the floor in front of the passenger seat. Perhaps not the safest thing to do - jotting down sparks of inspiration while driving - but I knew I'd lose them otherwise, and I NEEDED them.
See, today I am going to write an entire chapter of Shanlara. But it doesn't belong where I am now. If you set it out on a timeline, perhaps, it would only be about 2 chaps ahead; but it will be located towards the end of the middle third or the beginning of the last third of the book. (I'm not really sure how long this is going to end up being ...)
It's very cool, actually. See, the MC in the chapter is Oisin. (Those of you who've read Shanlara - he was one of the knights on the Council, who did a lot of the talking when Fiontan died. And if you remember when Adrian passed through Malona - that's his regency.) And I kept coming across these wonderful details; but last night I didn't quite catch them the way I wanted.
So perhaps you can understand why I wrote even though I was driving, when the words came to be in rough perfection.
"Tapestries of rich, deep colors stirred as he brushed past, shimmering as if their weave was laced with gold."
It was those tapestries that eluded me; that I could grasp through several words, but not portray clearly. Funny how little details like that matter so much, isn't it?
Then there was this:
"...Lies that were fed by malice, but sprouted from the seed of truth."
Now THAT one ... that one led to an incredible revelation that has me very excited. But I'm not telling what it was. :-P
But the chapter will be written. After I write for school. (Theses are the bane of all sentient life forms and should be banished from the face of the earth. I believe they would count as ESCTs.) And I have the quiz with me now. Think of how uplifted its life now is ... It could have lain for ages on the floor of my car, being continually stepped on and dripped on (my car leaks ... lol), until one day next fall I found it, realized it was from last year, and ... threw it away.
Now it shall serve an incredible purpose. It holds beauty, not just facts mingled with environmentalist nonsense. And it shall never be thrown away. Hey, someday it may even be collected in a museum or something ... ;)
posted by Rosemary | 8:17 AM
4 Comments:
Hey Rose- that first sentence? Awesome. It could make any number of unique stories. Twill be cool to see which one you choose! If you haven't already chosen, that is.
And be careful about writing when you drive. You make me nervous! I don't wanna loose my Fruz.
lol ... Fruz, you would be very nervous if you knew half the things that happen when I drive. And they're not my fault, I swear!! The concrete islands ATTACKED me and Liz and Leslie when we tried to leave Wendy's!!!
;)
Don't worry.
they did attack you!!!!! They were VICIOUS!!!!!! *glares evilly at vicious concreteislands*
But that adise...beautiful Rose. EEk, I can' wait to read it!! That's beautiful!!!!!!! *bounces excitedly*
Guess what??
"Troy hunkered down farther into his coat and muttered a curse at the winds" *GRINS* Yep, new story!! I'm so excited!!!!! :)
Oh, COOL!! And a Troy, to boot!! Short or novel? :)
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