tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-68699483811999305182012-01-18T10:09:04.425+11:00An amateur writer's journeys through fiction, reality and everything in between.Christopherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13152113828874118268noreply@blogger.comBlogger131100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6869948381199930518.post-4625043964397994442011-01-08T17:05:00.000+11:002011-01-08T17:05:09.793+11:00

Working on non-blog things for the last couple of days. Had a bit of trouble with the first two hundred or so words and like Marc I was suddenly at the end. #93. Give Up I give up. Dorian didn't respond, just continued to sit there eyes closed, hands resting in his lap. Marc huffed and closed his as well. Breathe in, hold, out, hold. One, two, three, four. One, two, three, four... First his

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And I'm back. Rather short, Pela wasn't being very cooperative today. The prompt Break Away made me think of a scene were Pela gives Marc a surprise kiss, but read and you'll see how well Marc handles talking with her. Definite lack of common interests here. #6: Break Away Travelling was tiring Marc decided as he slumped into a seat at the inn. Carefully ignoring the merchant hands who he

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A short one again. But rather important back story for Dorian. Likely not to be revealed until fairly late in the finished story. I was planning on coupling this with a small description of the basic rules of the magic system. But I think I'm going to work on it a bit more. It would've explained that Mi is water, Ti is entropy, La is earth, and Ve is lightning. However, that's only under one of

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990 words this time! Though a couple days late. Meet Adel, the fourth main character of Spirit Song. A knight errant, who does good deeds hoping to achieve glory at a bard's hand. And another meeting with Marc. The unequal length do reveal my bias between the characters. Though I met Marc first, and Adel is really only just starting to grow beyond plot device.A second post will be up later, for

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Still not up to my aim of 1000 words a theme. But in this case I know where they are missing. I was going to write Marc divining the spirits' will but could feel myself getting to bogged down in how that would work. So I cut that scene. But I'm off to consider it none the less. Similarly there should be a scene between Marc and his family but I don't know them as well as I'm getting to know

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Not as long as the previous challenge. But here's today's writings.#85. Spiral Pela danced. She danced alone.She spun, spiralled, jumped, stamped, danced, for these strangers, alone and unaccompanied. No music other than the bells and chimes in her dress. No partners other than the pavers beneath her feat and the fire in the torches.Pela enjoyed music - when she didn't dance, she sang - but was

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It's alive! Or at least temporarily revived. Yes, I'm posting again. Someone introduced me to the Hundred Themes Challenge and I've decided that writing one a day should be a good way to get myself into the habit of writing something everyday. I've randomised the order so that I don't use up the tempting themes first. In the long gap since my previous attempt at starting this blog, I admitted to

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As mentioned a my first post for the day, I have a new work in progress, Spirit Song. In this post, I would like to share the prologue (or following the musical theme, anacrusis) I wrote.Prologue (or Anacrusis) Dorian huddled alone under an old tree as drizzle fell around him. He could've easily sung the rain away, or raised a shelter from the earth but opted to leave things be. The tune of the

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As mentioned a my first post for the day, I have a new work in progress, Spirit Song, and am starting the 100 theme challenge. In this post, I give you the first challenge, number 36: Precious Treasure.#36: Precious TreasureShe's beautiful.Marc examined the instrument lying there, silenced. Just beyond hearing he could hear it singing. Not just because he'd heard it the night before, or because

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Following up on Flashpoint and because I've been a bad writer and not actually written anything, here are two poems I wrote for the same course last year. The first is about how nice a really early morning train ride can be, and the second an attempt at collating my thoughts about Australian identity. Dawn StartDarkness, outside and in, from which voices call you out of slumber You silence them

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This is a short story I wrote for a creative writing subject last year. I had the core idea a while before then but I’d been kind of stuck with trying to expand it to reasonable length. The restriction of 2000 words really helped, because it’s about the right length for this story. A couple things I should mention. I have no first-hand or really even near-first hand experience with divorce,

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or: How I Learned to Stop Dallying and Love the Blog, or: The Original Sin, or: The Yelekreb Abstract, or: maybe-I-should-stop-coming-up-with-stupid-post-titles-and-get-on-with-it (I may need them later). Welcome to Luthengrad, my little egopolis on the blagosphere. My name’ s Chris, I’ m a writer and this is my little sandbox for exploring reality and fantasy. Well this isn’ t strictly true, I

Christopherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13152113828874118268noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6869948381199930518.post-69839069211144207662009-07-27T00:02:00.010+10:002010-06-22T14:58:20.586+10:00

Okay I’m not sure a disclaimer is required but better safe than sorry. If there's anything you feel is missing, wrong, ambiguous, could be made more humorous, please comment! Disclaimer: This is my personal blog; it is my work, my opinions, my responsibility. It is not my intent to offend, malign, defame, purge, libel, or humiliate anyone in anyway. It is also not my intent to provide any counsel

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