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.