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Eroberung: Johann and Linnea after the big pitch Jul. 4th, 2006 @ 01:50 am
From time to time, I post chapters and subchapters from my novel, the current working title of which is "Eroberung." I should probably put the pertinent info about up in the format that is customarily used in writing communities on LJ, but it's almost 2 a.m. here, and I am too tired and lazy to go and find it. The rest of what I have so far written of this novel can be found in my writing journal, leidenschaft.

Instead of taking her outside to put her in a cab, Johann motioned her toward a quiet corner of the lobby when they got out of the elevator. They hadn’t really had much of a chance to speak until then. The elevator had been filled with people on the way down, and neither of them had wished to do their catching up with so many people around who might recognize who they were.

Even now, though, Johann looked uncomfortable with the lack of privacy. The only real way for them to have had a truly private conversation would have involved Linnea going back with him to his hotel room. Obviously, he hadn’t wanted to say whatever it was he was going to say to her with the rest of Feuersturm listening, which was why he hadn’t spoken to her before they left. For similar reasons, taking her back to his hotel would be impractical, as the others were still waiting on him upstairs.

“I’m really sorry this has been so rushed, Linnea,” he said quietly once they seemed to be reasonably out of earshot.

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Allow me to introduce myself. May. 16th, 2006 @ 10:54 am
I am new to this community. This is indeed my first post. ”…”Collapse )

Writing Exercise in Genres Nov. 7th, 2005 @ 09:20 pm
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Twelfth Night Apr. 5th, 2005 @ 06:15 pm
The throne room was full of nobles, rank upon rank of them assembled, their rich finery aswirl in a colorful sea that dazzled her eyes. The air of festivity that had accompanied last night’s ball had vanished, and now they all stood, proud and solemn, all eyes turned in silent attention to the throne. Up at the front with the rest of the unmarried girls, she would have had choice view of the man who sat upon it, had it been permitted for her to look. Heads bowed, the young women around her all wore identical expressions of quiet, studied reverence, but she could feel the tension all around her. Unlike the rest of the crowd in the audience chamber, their eyes had to remain cast downward, and both expectation and dread crackled along the rows of waiting girls.

Her mother along with her older, married sisters, had spent hours dressing her so that she would be well turned out for when she took her place amongst the girls at the front of the throne room. She was hyperaware of the way the dress of hunter green velvet clung to her body and the depths to which its neckline plunged. The layers of skirts beneath it were stifling. Her long red hair had been piled and arranged artfully so that some of it twisted elaborately upon the crown of her head, the rest falling in a fiery spill down her back, all of it woven through with ropes of bright green peridots. Her eldest sister had fussed and lamented that it should have been emeralds, but their father’s lands had not produced as well as they ought the last few years, and so she had been stuck with the ignominy of the peridots. She rather liked them, though, as the brightness of their green was more visible in the light of the torches where emeralds would have looked black, but her sister had scoffed and said that though the peridots were pretty enough, emeralds would have spoken for her quality in a way that the less precious gems could not.

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» its def. friday
it was expected after all. you go through the awakening ritual adn afterward you are changed. you get told something that you never wanted to know about yourself or something that you have known forever but never wanted to admit to yourself. then you are given a path to folwo that will make use of that inherent skill that you have been graced with as yours and yours alone. Well, i walked into the cavern expecting the unexpected. i found a room well lit by torches with tunnels going in different directions. the light wavered interesting patterns on the walls that were covered with a type of language that seemed both familiar and alien at the same time. i was told that reading the walls was my only way to my destiny, and that there were many ways to read these walls. i considered my options and decided to start out by feeling the symbols on the walls. i felt the eastern tunnel had the most interesting symbols written on them, they were balanced in being good and evil, and it was teh only cavern that did not smell of fresh air. i didnt' want out of the tunnels i wanted to understand myself, and didn't care how far down i had to go.
i lifted a torch and then started walking down the tunnel i smelled wax and looked down to see a trail on either side of the tunnel, i touched the torch to it and my path came to life in front of me. i followed the fire to an underground resouvior of water, the stalogmites on the ceiling glittered in the light of the fire. there was even a place for my torch. i walked towards the water and saw the bed of the lake lined with emerald gemstones. i walked around the riverbed and considered my options once again. there was nothing here save for a trail of fire leading back from whence i came, and a large amount of gemstones, also a tattered bag of cloth on the ground.... wait... there was also a globe of glass that was hollow at the bottom and a dark part in the water that seemed large enough for an opening.
i took globe of water and found that i could fit myself from the waist up inside it, and there were hand grips inside the globe, making lifting and walking with it a much easier matter then i previsouly thought. i waded into the water and started walking towards the darkness there were small brightly colored gems alongside the walls reflecting the waters light, i followed the lights through darkness and over time my breathing became shallow... i was prepared and started holding my breath while i walked. i saw an ocean of mystery around me and a lone light coming from the surface above me. i also felt the water pulling me towards a darkness that i couldn't see... i took a large breath, and jumped with all my strength up towards the light cupping my hands and mimicking the frogs i had seen in the ponds as a child.
i reached the light and took a deep breath. i then swam over to the ridge where there was a set of clothes waiting for me. robes of simple cloth with strands of silver woven through the seams. I dawned them and used my hip side dagger to alter them so i could move freely. I then looked around for any other signs of life. i saw two tunnels and torches bordering both. one had flames coming towards me and the other had flames going inward. the ventalation system of the caves must be making sure there is fresh air in all parts of the cave. so i went deeper into the tunnels to find myself.
this tunnel was fileld with paintings that seemed similiar to that of the delta to this adventure. i folowed it to its end and walked past a portion covered in smooth silver and gold pieces. i found at the end two roads one dirt and the other slippery with a sword at the side of the wall, and nothing at the side of the other. i picked up the sword and took the dirt path, after afew hours i found a doorway that had a sword shaped crevice in it. i put the sword into the doorway and it slid open, making the sword disappear with it. i walked through to find the town shaman with two hot bowls of soup.
i asked if it would be alright to have one, and he handed it over generisouly. i asked him why he was waiting here and he said that he was waiting for me. i then asked if he would accompany me on my journey, adn he asked why he would do that?, and i said because journeys are singular in the universe as things that we all must do in our own time and ways, yet they also mean more through the comraderie of sharing the experience with someone else. he smiled and said that was the best answer he had heard in a long time.
we talked about his adventure, and he told me how he had gone through many an obstacle to get here, but it had ended when he saw his predecessor. i said that i have learned alot so far, but there is more and it is above us. he asked what i meant and i said that there is fresh air everywhere is this room but there is a heavy scent of spice above us and that is where the next step would be. he looked puzzels as i climbed the roof and found that the air coming through to the room was actually from another wall between this room and the outside cave. i disappeared between the walls to his eyes...
what i found was a creaky old raft and a riverthat could go into two directions. i chose the one the river was flowing in. the raft went fast and i shot like an arrow through the cave, eventually finding an opening to the valley and a waterfall that i seemed to glide down very slowly. hah, the branches were breaking my fall, and since there were so many they were cradling the raft and lowering it to the ground. i found a circle of limestones and i stood in the circle of them.
there was a full moon and i noticed the silver threads of my clothing responding to the light. and i noticed that one stone above all teh others was also glinting the light. i walked up to the stone and touched it. the high priestess of the village walked from behind a tree. and told me that my quest was over and just beginning. i was the first person to get all the way to teh end of the quest without a sword, gemstones, or the clothes on my back i had started with. i had left everything behind to pursue my destiny. even going past the wisest of us all, and amking him appear to be the student.
i was meant to make people think and there was nothing left for me in the town. i was shocked because i always had known that i strained the minds and hearts of others. making them think abd feel things that they didn't even want to believe existed. and i hated being alone. this apth would both isolate me and damn me to inflicting hurt on everyone i ever came into contact with. i implored the priestess to let me be a blacksmith and slowly distribute my medicine to the world so that i could have some semblence of a life.
she refused and said i would only be ahppy for a short time, then i would become restless again and seek something new. the same way as i kept seeking until i had found her. so i looked again at the stone i was touching and saw my reflection not behaving like one. it was moving on its own and my hand was making riples in the image. as the priestess continued to speak abotu me leaving. i said that i agreed. adn i walked forward into the stone expecting to break my nose in the process, but instead i walked into a forest and the sky was blue and the sun shone brightly.
i felt different. i walked towards the water and noticed that my appearance had changed as had the world around me it seemed more alive and i felt conencted to this land in a way the land before had never felt. i moved with quick speed and found a group of others. people who wore similiar clothers and welcomed me with open arms. we talked of our previous lives and then we practiced new forms of language and art. i learned that i ahd always been different than the others and i was merely going between worlds to learn from the most advanced civilization on the world.
these people were gods among men.
» a start
rustling branches of trees stir me out of slumber and into that place between dreams and the waking world, where thoughts can cros the threshold of my mind and manifest themselves. looking into my reflection, i see a person unlike that i have seen before, a boy on the verge of manhood no longer, i am now a grown man: young, strong, and wild. I am the man i am in my dreams. my eyes refelct the passion within and the weights of the world have been shrugged off, to reveal a back made strong and a spirit stronger still. he raises his hand out to me, through the looking glass.

in time the color of the room has turned from the soft blue of the night into the straw-colored yellow of a new day. I slide out of my bed and walk towards my own reflection. i reach out and graps the outreached hand. i see a place i haven't thought about since i was a child. rolling plains of green grass, a winding silver river, and a mountain carved out of crystal that would come alive with color and light at the beginning and end of each day. The reflection's skin tone has turned warmer in the light of this new day. the strength of his hand has rippled through my body and i feel strong again.

off in the distance a buzzing sound can barely be heard and i stare into these eyes lit with the fires of passion. a flame i have not seen in my own self for far tool ong in my life. suddenly, the door swings open and my mother is standing before the threshold asking if i am awake. I look ar ound and the illusionary world has melted away to reveal the waking world, my hand is pressed against the mirror and the reflection of that man has remained. all that pasion, and strength is still inside me and it is not going anywhere.

today is a new day.
» A Wolf in Sheep's Clothing (cross-posted to my journal)
His smile was crooked, his eyes dancing. At a loss, she looked back at him quizzically. He’d been acting rather, well, odd for a good week now. She hadn’t thought much about it at first. He was moody and so was she, so it wasn’t anything out of the ordinary. But when the same type of oddness went on for days and days, it had begun to pique her curiosity. What was he up to? But it was never anything he revealed, and so now it grated on her, as though he wanted to make her paranoid just because he could. But then there was that day where his face had looked odd and swollen, as though he’d had a long crying spell, though he’d never shed a tear in front of her the whole week. She’d tried circumspectly to ask if something was bothering him, but he’d only given her that crooked smile and that infuriating air of a man with a tightly held secret. What made it so infuriating was that he was very much capable of completely burying something he didn’t want her to know, so she was well aware of being taunted. A week of it was getting to be a little much to bear, however.

So she just sat on the edge of the big canopied bed, having just slipped into her nightgown, and stared back at him with incomprehension, tempted to close the heavy velvet drapes of the canopy that were now pulled aside and tied to the bedposts, retreat to the far side of the bed, her back to him, and bury herself under the covers. She didn’t, though, and he surprised her by closing the door to the bedroom with exaggerated care. Surprised because there was really no need for it; the two of them were the only occupants of the huge, rambling house – mansion, really – upon acres and acres of land that assured the estate’s closest neighbors were quite a ways away, and so their privacy was an utterly complete thing.

Maddening. She suppressed the urge to shrug, to show him that his behavior was producing only apathy, but then that would shout to him louder than anything she could say or do that the exact opposite was the case, and so she remained motionless and relaxed, and answered his closing of the door with an arching of one of her brows.

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» First Post
Hey all you fellow inkslingers. I figured that it was time that I actually posted something in here.
Soooo...in hopes of reigniting the fires under my muse...I thought I would post a piece of poetry that I did many many moon ago...


What are the stakes for this game?
My heart or just my pride?
Does my will need to crumble..my resolve falter?
I play for keeps...mot to lose.
But the odds haven't been posted for this race.
I am betting it all...praying my luck will hold.
All my money is on the table
Let it ride....Let it ride.
My heart and my pride,
Let it ride...Let it ride.

Maybe I walk away a rich woman
Maybe I walk away a pauper.

All I have is on the line.
Let it ride. Let it ride.

Welcome comments critiques what have you. Like I said before..this is one from the "archives"...10 years ago...so I was all of like 19 and all angst ridden. But just though I would share.
» NaNoWriMo
I have lost my mind.

NaNoWriMo is underway and I am actively participating. I've got people coming in from out of town this month. I have the usual holiday madness we all have to deal with coming up. I run a magic(k)al circle and am responsible for writing an article for our newsletter as well as a BIG, MOMENTOUS ritual for December. I've got harp music to record for a friend's wedding. You'd think I had way too much on my plate already...you'd think I wouldn't feel the need to churn out 50,000 words, or the rough equivalent of 175 pages, in the span of 30 days, right?


I've got around 2,800 words at the moment. I'm posting in the forums on the nanowrimo.org site. I've got the little wordcount meter I dutifully update every morning. I even made a third journal to keep specifically the NaNo-produced sections of my novel separate and apart from what I've already written. I sat there and typed in 115 interests for that journal and put up a post announcing its advent in my primary journal.

It's like a new religion, man. What? There's a cult...all about writing, and writing badly? Sign my arse up!

Anyone else doing the NaNo thing, or am I the only lunatic here?
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