More fun than I've had in a while. . .

Crazy pictures, long walks, book browsing, movie watching, phone calls, giggling, shopping, talking. This past week has been great. My friend came from Milford to see us and we had a great time. Lots of fun (maybe too much. . .) Alas, it has ended as she left early this morning.

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I have been neglecting the online world for some time now. I haven't had much communication with my TPS friends and such. Of course you know what it means when I have been out of touch for a while. . . generally that I won't jump back in anytime soon. So people will have to live without me for a while (not that that's too hard to do. I do it all the time. . .) I've been writing a bit more recently, I've even started another fanfiction. Well, technically three, but one is almost done and the other is a joint effort.

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It started deep within itself. Reflecting on its purpose, contemplating its future. Encouragement came as others joined it, complimenting the first few steps it had taken. It gathered courage and began to climb in scale and intensity, finally bursting into the high regions it had been longing to reach. It reveled in the glorious moment until those around it began to fade. Satisfied and slightly sorrowful, descent began until only a whisper of it’s former delight remained. And then silence as even the last note fled from it.
Violin

~D.T. Faerie

Never Ending Circle

NaNo has fallen by the wayside I'm afraid. School and life in general finally caught up to me, so I have reluctantly put writing aside for nearly the whole of the month. I'm finally picking up pen and paper (or keyboard, depending on when and where inspiration hits) and have started a new story. I have named it Never Ending Circle, but if you know me you know that may change several times.

As the title suggests, the story is about a cycle, namely the seasons. The seasons have been personified and I have built a story around them. It's fin to write, and hopefully it will also be fun to read.

~D.T. Faerie

A circle is a never ending ring of infinite length. Where it begins and where it ends only the maker knows. Many have told me that I usher in the beginning of things. I would like to think so. . . But how am I to know I do not usher in the end?

Five days in

Have you ever had the joy of meeting a character you had previously not known? It’s really quite nice to get to know them. Sometimes they may see elusive, but they are really just waiting for you to break them out of their shell and see what they are truly like. Take Kemelian for instance. My main character, Lona, was walking along nicely when suddenly his voice came from somewhere in the fen. This came as quite a surprise to both Lona and myself. Well, the two met and I was introduced to a rather shift-eyed, bald, reptile-like man who lives in the fen in a hidden house that descends under the shallows of the swamp. And then he needed a name. After asking him and several friends, I found his name must be Kemelian (see if you can guess which reptile I got that from. . .) His was not the most joyous of meetings, he is, in fact, rather “creepy” as one of my friends put it.

Well, NaNoWriMo is in full swing and I’ve nearly finished my quota for the day. Already I can see major areas that need some serious overhauling, but I have done only slight tweaking if I suddenly go off on a completely different tangent. (Yes, I know, just leave it, D.T., just leave it. . .) Some have already gone and done about half of the entire word count in five days, but I am not convinced of the good in doing that. I much prefer a slower pace with fewer errors. Not that that always lessens my errors, but one can always hope.

So it begins

NaNoWriMo has officially started. I, of course, have jumped in. Last month I had my plot all worked out and then a couple days ago, I decided to rearrange the entire thing. Brilliant, just brilliant. So now I am getting to know the characters involved as I go along. Who knows what my fingers may bring about next. I was going along fine, when out of no where sprang a new character. I had never heard of him before, I did not know his name, and his characteristics were a mystery, and yet there he was. I have, over the past hour or so, come to know him slightly better. Writing is always an adventure, and I can hardly wait to see what tomorrow has in store. If you wish to see a short segment from the book, one can find it on my NaNoWriMo page (D.T_Faerie) or simply read below.

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Lona sat alone, surrounded by the woods she had once found solace in. Her eyes stared off into a distance, seemingly at peace. Only her trembling hands betrayed her. She finally seemed to come out of a reverie and her eyes closed tightly. Had she run away? Had she been thrown out? She couldn’t remember, it had happened so fast. She opened her blank eyes once more and resolutely stood up. Her legs gave out on her and she fell back, hitting her head against the rough hide of a tree. Pain ricocheted through her head and she let out a scream that rent the air in two. Panting, she wondered if that had given the villagers a fright. She hoped so. Still weak from the day’s events and pain still threatening to overcome her, she passed out.

Who am I?

Who am I? That is what everyone seeks to convey here. Sometimes I’ve wondered that question to myself. Never aloud, though, it is not a question to be spoken out for all to hear. Whispered, perhaps, to an empty room or abandoned field. Who am I? Am I a young lady of 17 who is struggling through school? Am I a friend so far away from my comrades? Am I a musician who sometimes loses herself in the melody the strings produce? Am I a student who would rather dream than learn? Am I an aspiring writer who sometimes find the edge between her life and her character’s blurred? Or something else entirely. . .Is my name Jennifer? Or is it Dreia? Do I live in Oregon, or is it only my body that lives there? Perhaps it is not a question of where I live, but where I belong. Where I long to be.In my mind I dream of a land away from the noise of vehicles, a forest where only the woodland creatures stir. Where the nearest house is reached by a couple hours good walking. Where the house that I live in is filled with books, paper, pens, and pencils. My mind sometimes flies there and finds it a much more peaceful place than here. DO I belong there?But then I long for a large place filled with bustling people, little shops, busy streets. A place I can be lost in and simply observe those around me. Perhaps sit in a little café and sip tea with my notebook and pencil in hand. Do I, perhaps, belong in London?Or maybe in between, a small town in the middle of forest where the people I love are only a short drive away. A place where I can come in and out of reality simply by where I choose to walk. A place like where I came from, my home town in Pennsylvania.Questions without answers. Answers without questions. I’m afraid I simply cannot share who I am with you, for, as you can see, I hardly know the answer myself.
Namárië,
~D. T. Faerie

The immeasurable goodness of a cuppa

"You can't get a cup of tea big enough or a book long enough to suit me."
~C. S. Lewis

Ah, the powers of tea. Have you ever been at a roadblock in life? Or maybe you've had writers block. Oh, that dreadful bogging of the mind when your words simply refuse to relay your meaning. Frustration sets in and sometimes one gives up altogether. But add a cup of tea to the situation and something completely different happens. . .


I just sat there, pen poised for the attack, just waiting for final instructions from the commander in chief before I struck. But no directions, or direction, was coming. My brows sunk under the weight of frustration and my pen involuntarily made it's way to my mouth. Thus caught up in my thoughts, it was with a certain amount of surprise (if fact, I may have even jumped slightly) when a young lady came up with the pot of tea I had asked for. After thanking her, I absentmindedly sipped it and allowed the warmth to wash down my spine and out to my very fingertips. And then I had it. The perfect beginning.

Tea brings out the best in us, for really, who can argue or complain while sipping a comforting cup of the rejuvinating liquid.

Respectfully submited,
D. T. Faerie

Drab Introductions

"Who are you?" she asked, her voice trembling as much as the wind swept trees about her.
"That is unimportant," said a surprisingly high pitched voice.
"On the contrary, I think it quite important," the fact that the person before her was a woman calmed her slightly. Surely this woman would see reason.
The hood turned and Aliya realized she had been looking at the woman's back this whole time, the woods were so dark.
"You really wish to know?" the voice had become almost menacing, a far cry from just moments before. "Than you shall know."
The hood was lowered towards her and she felt the woman's breath on her as a tiny whisper was almost swept away with the wind. Aliya gasped and cowered down, bracing herself against a tree. No, it was impossible.

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As you may have figured out, I am D. T. Faerie. And since you get to read my name, there shouldn't be anyone spelling it differently. I get quite annoyed when something is addressed to 'Fairy' instead of 'Faerie'.

Besides that, what else would you like to know?

I love to read and write so this blog will be an experiment of sorts, it may not just be blog posts, but bits of writing as well, like above. Enough for this entry post, I will endeavor to make all other posts more interesting.

May the portal of your imagination never be closed,
D. T. Faerie