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NaNowriMo – Story Teaser

I’m too busy to articulate a post…so here is a teaser from the story I’m working on. This story is part of “The Keepers,” the new serial in the quarterly epublication, Gallery of Worlds, from Lantern Hollow Press.

Enjoy!  And happy writing!

The ringing of the Reach Bells started Larus LaCree out of his thoughts. He glanced over to his grandfather, who poofed contentedly on his pipe. They both waited, knowing what should follow.  The pattern on the Reach Bells echoed a cry for aid.  The Keep Bells would reply with an order.   The deep Keep Bell reverberated through the tunnels – the call for the Yeomen to assemble.

“Grandfather, I…”  Larus began, getting to his feet.  His heart was pounding and a nervous shiver ran through his arms.

“Yes, boy, you must go. I’ll wait here for your mother and sister.”  Llemuel said.

“Be safe,”  He called after him, but Larus was already running down the hall.  Other Yeomen were joining him.  He heard the rumors as he ran.

“Corruption,” someone said.

“Must have been a skirmish,” others commented.

“Killed?”

“Wounded, but it could be worse than that.”

“Families being notified. Check on Karla, she always knows.”

“Keepers have been summoned. There must have been a death.”

“A Binding gone wrong.”

Larus glanced around nervously trying to find his company, a friendly face.  Cold sweat was running down his back.  He did not know why he felt so anxious.  This was not uncommon; the bells summoning the yeomen to the Keep.  But this was the first time he had the privilege to join them.  And try as he might, he couldn’t stop thinking of the fact that his cousins and uncle had been forced to extend their Watch.  Something was not right in the Reach.

The Keep filled with Yeomen and from the many windows in the cavern walls Larus could see the faces of women and younger children staring out.  He used to be part of that crowd but now he was in the midst of the commotion waiting to hear what the Master Yeoman would say and what his orders would be.

“Have you heard?”  Henrick asked coming up behind Larus.  Henrick was accompanied by Mikhail and Camri.

“Only whispers.”  Larus replied.

“Well, we were coming from the Mess Hall when we saw…” Henrick started but Mikhail  interrupted.

“They were talking loudly and the tapestry was pulled away.”

“You were eavesdropping?”  Larus hissed his indignation.  In a world of echoey halls and tapestry doors, hanging outside of a doorway listening to conversations within was reprehensible.  On military matters it was punishable by highest authority, age did not matter.

“It wasn’t on purpose!” Camri explains hurriedly.

“Regardless,” Henrick exclaimed. “we heard that a new tunnel was found.  Or rather, a Chailtair revealed it. They are saying a new wave of Corruption has come from the eastern tunnels near the Reach.”

“All that from an accidental hearing.”  Larus said with a hint of condemnation.  But he could not help the thrill that swelled within him.  He was excited by the prospect of something dangerous, something new.  His company clearly felt it too.

“Someone was badly hurt.  A Binder.”  Camri said.  Larus noted the fear in her voice.  She was a Binder.

“Do you suppose they’ll let us go down and fight?”  Mikhail asked, grinning wickedly.

“Not seasoned enough.”  Ewan shook his head.  “But we’ll get placed somewhere, probably at a Yoeman’s watch in the Tombs.”

Larus nodded his agreement.  It was too much to hope that they’d get to see battle.  More than likely they all would be sent to guard portions of the Tomb that were normally unguarded and set up patrol there, keeping an eye on the dead and making sure they stayed dead.  Larus shivered, not out of fear, but anticipation.  He had heard stories.  They had all heard the stories.  Corruption begets more corruptions and stirs the souls of the dead.  Even the dead whose souls had crossed over, their corpses could be reanimated by Corruption.

Larus and his companions lined up in formation along with the other Yoemen of the Watch The ringing of the bells stopped and an eerie silence hung in the air as everyone awaited Master Yeoman’s orders. Noise from the tunnels drifted into the cavern.  They could hear distant shouts and the orders for the medical units.

Ewan was right.  As a brief description of the events that were transpiring in the Reach were explained, Larus and his companions were ordered to report for Watch duty in the Poor Man’s Lane, a section of the Tombs that was set aside for the unfortunate souls who did not have family or money to pay for a better resting place.  The Yeomen were dismissed to report to their assigned duties.

“Do you see Yeoman Caps?”  Camri asked.  In the shuffle they had all lost sight of their group leader.  Caps was incharge of all the junior Yeomen who had been recently promoted to Watch.  He was a middle aged Yeoman with more scares than seemed right for someone still rather young by Yeoman standards.   It was said that he had been part of another Keep in his younger years and had been brought to the Tombs for rehabilitation.  From what? Everyone had an answer for that but the truth of any of the speculations was limited.  Larus was partial to the story about how Caps had destroyed an infestation of Corruption but in the process he lost his Keep and everyone in it.  It was the sort of story that had honor, blood, death, and the most epic battles.

They did not need to look long.  Caps found them along with another group of junior Yeomen.   The other group had older more seasoned Yeomen.  Sevren could be on full Watch but he had not been assigned to a Soul yet.  He and Henrick were only one year in difference., but the way Sevren commanded his group and looked down on Henrick you’d have thought that they were years apart. Caps had left Sevren and Henrick in command of the two groups hoping that leadership would enhance their natural leading abilities. He was not far off.  Sevren was ambitious and he took his rule seriously. But his severity was not always looked upon favorably by his companions.   Henrick on the other hand still lacked discipline and he had a penchant for causing trouble. Larus, Ewan and Mikhail often were caught following his wildness.  Camri proved to be of tougher stuff but that is what made her a good Binder. But there was a respect among Henrick’s companions that was built on trust, honesty, and years of training and tomfoolery.

“Juniors,”  Caps called the groups to attention.  He looked directly at Sevren and Henrick. “You’ve been assigned the Poor Man’s Lane. It is the farthest from  the Corruption sighting but that doesn’t make it any less dangerous.  Sevren you take your troop to Westmain Tomb and Henrick your troop to Drunkers.  You’re to set up a standard watch.  Have your Binders check all the seals.  You’re to report back to me at the beginning of every Watch, use the Chialtair.  I’ll be making my rounds with the rest of the scouts. Sevren, you have point.”

They were dismissed with a solute.  They went to the store rooms to pick up their equipment and supplies. There was no time to write a note or send a message to families.  But then, all of their families would know. Larus followed his group down out of the Keep and into the Tombs proper.  They followed the winding tunnels to Poor Man’s Lane.  It was not so much of a lane as it was a particularly strange series of tunnels and caves that were like honeycombs.  These caves were filled with the bodies of the poor.  The Chialtair cared for these sections more so than the Yeoman but in times of Sighting all the Tombs must be checked and looked after.

“We’ll set up a base camp here at the junction,”  Sevren declared.  There was an alcove ten yards from where the Drunkers Way branched off the Poor Man’s Lane and the section known as the Westmain began.

“Wish we didn’t have to all camp together,” Mikhail muttered.

“Rather be alone in a rat hole?” Sevren’s second,Eustis, retorted, having overheard Mikhail’s comment.

“Just don’t like your smell,”  Mikhail jeered.

“Well, it cannot be worse than…”

“Can it Eustis” Sevren threatened. “Henrick, keep your group in line for once.”

“We don’t take orders from you” Mikhail continued to comment.  Sevren rounded on him.  Mikhail took a step back but Sevren continued to leer at Mikhail.

“You’ll remember that I’m Point. You got a problem with that take it up with Caps.”  Sevren turned away and headed for the alcove with cold determination. “Henrick, a word.” Henrick gave Mikhail a jovial nudge, before coming along side Sevren. “Look, I don’t like this any more than you do.  But we’ve got to stick together. Right?” Sevren asked in a low voice.

“Yeah, Sev, whatever,”  Henrick replied dismissively.

“This isn’t a game.”

“Never said it was.  Lighten up.”

Sevren scowled. “You’re useless as a leader.”

“I’ll have Lars send out for a chial to set up the messaging system.” Henrick said taking his leave.  “Lars,”  he called out for the group to hear. “Go hunt for a chialtair and get a message to Caps that we’re at the junction.”

Lars nodded and handed his pack to Ewan.  “I’ll be back.”

Larus went to the junction and took the Drunkers Way.  The way was much more narrow than the main tunnel and immediately began to wind down, occasionally opening up into little rooms that had several other tunnels branching of.  All along the tunnels and in the little rooms shelves had been cut out of the rock.  Bones were laid upon bones, creating a wall of skeletons. Skulls peered out through the darkness.  There were bits of linens tired to some of the bones and words and sacred symbols scratched into the skulls.  This was an old section and he would have to go deep to get to where the newer arrivals were buried.

Larus held up his torch as he entered the first room or junction in the Drunkers Way in the middle of the floor was a rosette.  He took note that the tunnel he had come out of was indicated on the rosette by the symbol of a  bird with a knife in its beak. It was a symbol of the Yeoman. He would be able to use the symbols to find his way out again.  In parts of the Tombs he was familiar with he did not have to rely on the symbols to navigate, but here in the places he had only been once, the code would be his salvation for finding not only his way to the city of the Chialtair but his way back to his company.

The image of a spire with a cloth draped over it was the Chialtair’s icon.  Larus found the symbol in the rosette and followed the tunnel nearest it.  Several junctions later, Larus found himself winding down a tunnel that had no bones.  The shelves were empty but for the series of symbols etched onto the surface.  The symbols were the language of the Chialtair.  He and his friends had often tried to decipher their meaning but with no true reference point they could not.

Larus knew he was close to the Chialtair because he could hear the hum of a chant and the walls began to vibrate with the beat of a dum.

NaNoWriMo – Half way through and barely started

In the midst of trying to write a novel in a month, I have to write blog posts.

And it is time for me to face the fact – I am not writing a novel this month.

I wanted to…I told myself I was going to be disciplined. I was going to be loyal to my goal.  I was going to write like a mad woman, sleep less, and be creative ALL the time!

Truth is I started out the month trying to recover from a cold/flu and sleep became a necessary and spending time with friends became more fun than hiding in the darkness of my room with only the glow of the computer screen for company.

Enough complaining…I’ve barely started but I want to muse about my process.  I am working on a character and part of the story that I have not fully conceptualize.  I have a method of writing…it normally consists of just writing what comes to me, when it comes to me.  NaNoWriMo forces me to force the story out of a sluggish and cantankerous muse. I have written a good portion of the story already (last years NaNoWritMo) but I discovered that I was only telling one character’s story and I did not want her voice to be the only one.  I needed to make the story I was telling fuller, deeper, more alive and real.

This is a good thing – making the story a better story.  The problem rests in the fact that only that character’s story came to me freely and full of inspiration.  The other character’s stories are more like shadows and mysteries.  I am stuck trying to understand a character that I don’t fully understand.  I know I’m the author.  I should know my characters and that is why I’ve barely started.

So, I’m working through my writer’s block or character block by slowly writing scenes that I do know and understand, in which these characters feature prominent roles.  I am hoping that these scenes will slowly fill the gap in my story and bring life to my characters.

Happy writing!

NaNoWriMo – Finding Inspiration

I’m lacking inspiration or rather the discipline to sit down and write.  I’m feeling like a bit of a failure, which means I’m surfing the net and looking at memes like it’s my job – I’m a highly motivated person when it comes to procrastination. It doesn’t help that a new book came in the mail the other day and I’m still trying to recover from being sick – I’m tired all the time.  Regardless of my personal failings as a NaNoWriMo participant my pinterest boards have twice as many pins and I think I have seen every Grumpy Cat meme out there and I’ve caught up on nearly every show I care about that is available on Hulu.

Yet, my sudden interest in stalking news articles and all those random links to buzzfeeds that appear on Facebook, I have stumbled upon this piece of gold – Shared Worlds, Hand in Hand – a delightful collection of advice and wisdom on writing from some of the worlds most popular authors written in their own hand on their hands.

Holding inspiration in my hands

Holding inspiration in my hand

I needed that nudge, which inspired a furry of notes to myself to encourage me in my own attempts at finishing something.

Giving myself a Post It Note nodge

Overloading my procrastination with reminders

Happy Writing my friends and good luck!

National Novel Writing Month – Day 1

While I’m still stuffed from Halloween candy and the cobwebs are still hanging in the corners of the room (I haven’t determined if they are fake webs or not), it is time to change gears.  November 1 marks the beginning of NaNoWriMo, the epic writing challenge to write a novel in a month.  That is write at least 50,000 words in a month – 50,000 words being the minimum requirement for a novel.

Last year, I participated…sort of…I didn’t follow the rules completely.  See your supposed to start with a fresh idea or at least a story that you haven’t written on before.  I, on the other hand, continued to work on a story that I had already started, The Keepers. I’m going to cheat again this year too.  Last year’s novel is still in working order and I am determined to finish it.

So as I eat another twix, I’m contemplating the details of how I’m going to do this.  Last year I followed a particular character, Denri.  She is not the main character just the catalyst for the real adventure.  I think I’m going to write about Larus this time and tell his side of the story.  He is a Yeoman and grew up in the Tombs and I last left him about to face some serious danger…

What you want details?  Sorry…I hate spoilers.(The Prologue to the Keepers is featured in the latest issue of The Gallery of Worlds – All Hallows Eve Edition. It’s going to be the new serial.

Well, I’m off.  I have about 1667 words to write and now I have some ideas flowing. Sleep is for the weak…

Happy Writing!

By the way, I’d love to hear about your NaNoWritMo adventures.

Friday Night Movie Marathons

I have a love hate relationship with movie marathons.  I love getting a group together and watching ALL THE THINGS!  But I hate how I feel for the days afterwards, the stress of hearing all my friends analyse my favorite movies until I almost don’t like them (friends or the movies) any more, and of course the quoting – always with the quoting.  I am guilty on all accounts! The more I think about it the more I realize that Movie Marathons are perhaps a problem, one that perhaps take a toll on friendships and even the films I love.  But it hasn’t stopped me

That is part of the fun – the quoting – the analysis – getting completely absorbed in the world that you forget reality…at least for a little while.  So here is a list of marathon worthy movies/TV shows for brave and daring!

1. Star Wars

StarWars

I personally really only enjoy the originals.  It could be that I am partial to Harrison Ford or that I just found the love story between Anakin and Padme a little ridiculous (and when I say ridiculous, I mean unbelievably painful to watch).  Yes, I know that in the book the story was much more believable and so much less painful, but the movie versions are not my favorite. But don’t let my opinion offend you if you really like the prequels, go and enjoy them, make them part of your movie marathon. But as for me, I’ll watch the originals, marvel at the ingenuity of the cinematography, and laugh at all the cheesy lines excellently executed.

2. Lord of the Rings

Lord of the Rings

About every year to two years since the extended editions came out I have gathered my friends together and we do an all day/night marathon for these fantastic films.  Yes, the books are better, but what Jackson did was incredible. And let’s face it, we all enjoyed them.

3. Super Hero Marathon – Captain America, The Incredible Hulk, Iron Man, Thor, Avengers

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Take your pick, really but I personally love the idea of watching the origin stories of these superheroes and working my way to the Avengers. I loved the Avengers.  It was a brilliant film with witty dialogue, epic action, and glorious purpose!

4. Firefly

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As the memes will say…10 hours and 58 minutes of bliss, a lifetime of withdrawal. And don’t for get the movie Serenity.  “Burn the land and boil the sea but you can’t take the sky from me.”

5.Sherlock

Jeremy Brett

To be honest there are many versions to choose from.  I have my favorites.  I grow up on Jeremy Brett as Sherlock.  He was brilliant.  But there are the newer version that are just as amazing.  Robert Downy Jr.’s interpretation at first was a little alarming, but once I realized that his Sherlock was designed as an action film and not so much a mystery, I discovered how much I loved his films. And I cannot forget Benedict Cumberpatch’s Sherlock, which is spectacular!  Take your pick you won’t be disappointed.

So grab some popcorn, some pillows and enjoy your next movie marathon!