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Wrath, I’m Sorry!

06 Tuesday Nov 2012

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article notes, happening, much, NaNoWriMo, negligence, nice view, not, plight, tags, wrath, Writing

I’m trying, friends! I really am! School seems to have its own agenda about what I’m going to be doing this week, and is thus postponing my novel until later on, however. I have two papers coming up, a speech, and an astronomy test! There seems to be no end this week, and my characters have been lamenting my negligence!

Soon! I’ll soon post Chapter two, and you will be able to enjoy Wrath’s plight just a little longer until the next chapter without as much of a wait!

Tea, article, notes, and pulled hair!!

At least I have a nice view as I work!

 

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04 Sunday Nov 2012

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inspiration, music, NaNoWriMo, purpose, stuff, Writing

These past two days, I have done nothing with my writing. I have had far too much homework and work to do, making any sort of travels within my book impossible! I still have some time left today, so I think that I will be using that bit of time towards something productive, but right now, time is tight.

In the meantime, I did learn some interesting things about humans theologically. Bishop Sheen is an amazing man and I recommend listening to some of his videos on YouTube. He holds a ton of wisdom.

Everyone have a wonderful Sunday.

And don’t forget your purpose.

Wrath, What Do I Have In Store For You?

02 Friday Nov 2012

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and lots of other jargon, book, characters, climax, incoming, nano, NaNoWriMo, progress, story, storytelling, Writing

So ends the second day of my little expedition into the wilderness of imagination. Figuring out the confusing paths of the subconscious and the dark forests of words has been inexplicably rewarding as usual. My characters are dancing to my song exactly as intended, and while I am content, I am not ignorant. Who knows what treachery against my outline they have further down the road. This is, after all, only the second chapter and many knives are hidden until later when the heat and tension have risen to much more agreeable conditions for murder.

My character who I am currently writing the story of, Wrath, is wonderfully insane, and is now on his way to doing what he was destined to do. Fated, if you will. A voice in his ear is helping him along, and none too soon, for the world is about to fade into the darkness. The gods have conspired and they are now paying the price for such a crime.

I have my characters moving and I can not wait until they are neck deep in trouble. A far scarier road awaits them, but the reward will be worth every ounce of their pain. I am posting this now, but I am far from finished writing for the night.

At least I was able to see a wonderful sunset over our neighborhood before I wade deeply into this dark world that I have created. Apocalyptica creates melodies in one ear, my muse, whispers of a world that I can’t wait to finish exploring. Goodnight everyone, and good luck.

It was too lovely of a night to pass. I had to step out!

Day One and a Small Excerpt

01 Thursday Nov 2012

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Here is what I’m doing for NaNoWriMo.

NaNoWriMo: Day 1

Today, I have not been able to do much because of my schoolwork calling my name. However, I did do a little bit to contribute to my re-write and was able to get down about 500 words or so. It was a small conversation between two of my characters, but it was crucial to getting my plot on its feet. The conversation introduced my character’s motives and dreams and struggles as well as to introduce my second character. Both of whom are going to play massive roles in the plot.

So, I am pleased with what I was able to squeeze into my schedule. Tomorrow I expect to get more done because it’s the weekend, and maybe even get caught up with the word count! I am going to also try and keep this a daily posting.

For fun, here’s a little excerpt from that conversation:

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“I feel so lost.” Wrath said mentally. It was a thought that continued to come to him over time. He tried to keep that kind of thinking away, and instead focus on his family; happy thoughts. But the thought of being lost kept returning, begging for his attention with a calloused palm. It bothered him, and he wanted it to leave, but return it would. Maybe, he thought, if he were to think it through, it would go away.

“Who says that you are?” A voice says, “You could be making it all up. The world is not a friendly place, so who is to say that this isn’t normal?”

“It is normal.” Wrath said to himself.

“Now it is?” The voice asked Chidingly.

Wrath shuddered mentally. If the world was always this cold, then what was the point of going on? He knew that he wanted an escape. Some kind of release.

“Give me death.” Wrath whispered, barely letting the air past his lips.

“I can not grant it. I am merely a voice, one that you yourself created.” It said, “Death will have to come to you by your own hand.”

“I can not, though. I will become what crawls through the streets and the sewers, licking blood off the walls of old homes. Never still, always hungry, killing because it can not die itself. I do not want that kind of fate.”

“Are you sure that you do not want that fate? Would it not be easier to live?” The voice became deathly quiet, “Who says that those creatures out there aren’t happy?”

Happy? What was happy? Some long forgotten memories tugged at his mind, bringing into focus his family, his friends…even his duty to the city. They passed back into whatever dark recess they had come from, taking any old feeling of warmth with them.

“They are not happy.” Wrath felt himself saying, “Even in death they scream in pain. Watching me with hateful eyes. I hear no laughter from their severed throats, no mirth shining in dim eyes. There is nothing from them. They envy my life, and I envy their death. They are not happy, I do not want that fate.”

“But you don’t know for sure, do you?”

“No, I suppose that I don’t. But I have seen, and I am afraid. Give me real death, and I will embrace it warmly. Darkness, unconsciousness is what I want.” Wrath’s voice broke slightly, “I haven’t seen real darkness in so long.”

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More to come!

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