The opening page.

Two young kids are standing in a doorway daring each other to enter the room. Finally the youngest, the girl, takes the step in the door, casting a discussed look at the boy. “I thought the whole point of coming here now was so you could do this with out the eyes on you. Just what are you waiting for?”

The oldest shook his head. “I know, it is just now that we are here. I can’t. You go.”

She shook her head and walked on towards the only item in the room. An old tall chair, carved all over with images of dragons and vines and sat down on it. “See nothing” Her voice trailed off as a light filled the room. She went pale and looked at the boy, who had entered the room. “No it can’t be. It must be sensing you. After all dad said.”

He looked at her. “Dad was wrong. Now I am sure of it. It is not me they sang for but you, Sis.”

She shook her head. “No it can’t. He won’t. No.”

The boy knelt before the throne, for that was what the chair was. He looked at his sisters and said. “Your Majesty. It is my honor to be the first to offer you my pledge.” She shook her head not believing. “I will keep it secret. None will hear from my lips. But my hands and my swords are yours to command. You call I will come.”

She shook her head. “What kind of joke is this? Get” She stop and gasp  in pain and tried to move her arm but it was held tight for a bit.

Her brother looked at her alarmed. “What? Is something wrong?” He went to get up but in doing so put his hand on a raised stone and the at a gasp of his own. “What the devil? The floor shouldn’t be hot?” He managed to jerk his hand back at the same time she was able to get hers free. She looked at her wrist and her eyes went wide. “What is it?”

She held her hand out to him. There was an scar the shape of a dragon in flight on her wrist. “What is yours?” Her voice was trembling slightly. He turned his arm over to reveal a scar of a dragon with its wings folded. She shook her head. “No I can’t do this. I can’t!”

He said. “Not now and no one needs know. But the day will come when you are ready. On that day I will be here for you, you will not be alone.”

thoughts

Winter is close. Time to curl up under the blankets and read. Wail sipping hot coco and waiting for the snow to fall. (Mustn’t forget the hot drink.) Surprising how fast the time goes buy, and yet how slow. Soon ghosts and goblins will be running the road and nanoers around the glob will be waiting for midnight so they can set that first word on the page. Me, I tend to be up that late but tend to wait to writ tell after I have been to bed. But who knows I might start at midnight this year. Wonder who will hit 10k on the first day this year? Don’t worry about the ones with 50k on day one. Most of them never look at it again. 90% of the them are the ones that have to show you can just copy one word over and over, They don’t understand that all they are doing is cheating there selfs. It is sad, but can’t be helped. There are a few each year. They just do not understand what it is about. I feel sorry for them, what a sad place they be must be at.

Well, in case you didn’t get it. November is coming closer and that means Nanowrimo. Things are starting to fall into place. Names are coming to me, I am getting some more scenes playing in my head. But the setting still remains vague. And it still requires the over done princess in hiding. Though I have moved it away from the magical sword King Autherish image it had going. So that is a bit better.

It is still looking to be a tad to bloody though. Opening in fight and cycling though others, then settling down to talk in middle. Not what I am used to writing, and I am sure the fights will be more laughable than anything else. Still only the very opening will be put here. As it will be the only part that I will be putting here. I think that the fighting should be up to parents. So the first chapter will go only in my story blog. That is why it has a content warning on it,  so that I had a place to put the items that I thought need it. Another thing I like about lj. It lets you set the rating on each post. But I guess having two blogs works as well.

Sill I am not sure how this will play out. I fear it will come out to overdone to be readable. I love how it is happing in my head, but not so sure about how it will look on paper. More so as in my head I jumped to the middle and the big preparations, which I can’t do when writing. Oh well time will tell. Every word adds to experience.

The trick will be shutting this story down and moving to a new one as I writing this. It doesn’t work to well to be writing more then place in the story. But then that sounds odd. I do wonder if any understand that? Do others write in there heads all the time, or is it just anther of my oddities? Who knows, and dose it matter? After all it the difference that make us what we are.

here

Well so much for daily. Don't you wonder how i mange during Nano? Writing a story is a lot easyer, once started, as the chars take ove and I do not have to fugguire out what to say.
But that is enough of that. like, unless you write stories, you find it hard to believe. Have no idea what I mean. Possible even if you do, for all are not the same. Some are able to control the story. but that is not me. I can only go along for the ride and hope it all works out.

So what have I been up to?

The same old. Oh I have read The Hunger Games it was a good read, went to fast though. I can't wait to get my hands on the second book. I hope it is as good, that the chars stay so real. There could have been more detail, and there are things I wish to see but like wont. But that is the case with any book. Where it goes it great but you wish you could know more about X even thought X was not important for the story. Or I should say I do, for after all I have no way of knowing how it is for others. I can not see inside them.
Nothing much to say. but felt the need to say it anyway.
Oh by the way you can post blank pages by hit enter at the wrong time. :) Don't know why you would want to, but interesting none the less.
night and good dreams
Imaginary Reader 

Witing, ideas. fights (with books, that is. )

Ug. I hate this time of year and I love it. It is time of year when I must come up with an idea that will carry me though November. Not that it will come out as planned. But It is nice to have an idea of what I am going to right. Some shape to fill. But finding an idea that will last a whole month is hard.

There are plenty of stories out there, don’t get me wrong. Come up with a story is easy. But find one that is good enough to write, that won’t peater out in a week or two. That is the hard part.

Well that and finding the title. But I managed to find a working title. But now to find a story that fits it. Backwards I know, but there you have it. Of course it is a working title. Such change as the story doses. (Reminds I need to get a better title on Echoes. The title is more for an end of world story than a reunion story. If that is the right word.) Still though the story idea is usually before the title.

I do have an idea that I have been toying with. But I just don’t know that it will work. For one thing only one characters has a name!  And that is the MC Elder brother, the oldest of the two that will play a role. And he doesn’t even come in for the first three, I think, chapters. His name is, of course, John. There is all ways a John running around for some reason.  Usually a Matt as well, but if there is a Matt here he has not spoke up yet.

Problem 2 it is anther sword welding female for the main. Ok So the last book she was not wielding a sword, just packing a lot of power. But still. It gets old. And on top of it it is a magic sword. And yes she is a mage and a princess. Those are things she dose her best to forget. But of course the story happens when she is forced to remember,.

And Like I said she has no name! That is a bit of a problem. Aside from the one charter only the Mec company she is with at the start has a name. The Dragons. The countries don’t have a name. Nothing.

I can tell you the bad guys don’t like to die. And were a simple on there necks. That might involve a serpent, or a vine. The only way to kill them is to remove their heads. Not an easy thing to do. Oh and MC, no name, thinks it a good idea to burn the bodies after wards. But who knows why.

 It is a mess!!!!!!!!!!!

But it is all I have. So some how I have got to get them to tell me some names.

Yes I know I am the write. But it will be better if they like the names. Believe me. They tend to revolt if they don’t like their names. Then they stop talking and the story dies. I know it sounds wrong. But it is the way it works.

As crazy as it sounds it is the chars that run the story. Not the writer. No matter what you think going in. It all goes out the window once the words hit the page. Oh the writer can guide it, and coral it a bit. But there are all ways things that you did not see until the hit the page.

This is a good thing. It means the story is alive. And it is alive stories that make good reading. Yes some of the things are unsay and will need to be cut. But others might be just the thing to fill in a plot hole. Or be better than you had planed. Let them come. Let the story go as it will.

The point to a first draft is to get the words down. Editing is for latter. If you get hung up on the editing as you write the story will die. Yes that are might need more detail, and that one less. But make a note and move on. Get the words down then fill in the gabs and remove the excess.  Do that and you will get someplace. It seems wrong, it sounds insane. But it works.

But above all what you must do is try. That’s all just try. Yes there will be a lot of false starts. A lot of dead ends and holes in the road. But If you want to wind you can’t stop. For once you have stopped it is next to imposable to start again.

Trust me.

And with that I end this.

good night and good dreams
Imaginary Reader. 

A rabmbel that ends up asking what truth is.

Am liking the new lay out. At last I can find underline. Ofocorse I am not talking about books just now, but still glad it is there.

Could talk about books, am liking it but. don't want to. in fact I was just going to past this and get to work, but got distracted again. going to be a long night at this rate.  

Ok so fist off Let me just say that I can’t believe it is October all ready. It sure doesn’t fell like it. But it is. So best get ready.

Now then I need to decide what to write about. I have things I should say, things I shouldn’t and things that are best said elsewhere. So what to say?

That is a load questing isn’t it . all most as loaded as ‘to be or not to be’ Both can mean so many things depending on when they are said, or thought. But then that is so of a lot of things. Context, surroundings, believes. All of these things play a role in our understanding of each other. We make judgments each day biased on these things.

Believe. That is a powerful thing. It has been the root of all wars. Each side believing it was right. And the winner declares what right is. The loser’s ideas are condemned to the history books, and his thinking gets shaded by the victor’s view of it.  That is what history is. That is how the world is formed. Might makes right.

But should it? Who knows. It is clear that there was a lot of bad things, ideas, that were stopped. Things that were best. But is that the case in all events. Who can say? What I know is we are where we are.

But that is going no where. The thing is I don’t want to say what I was going to. So I am righting a bunch of non-since. And should like just not post. But that did not happen as the post is here. But I need to stop the non-since.

What is True? How do we judge?

Well we know in about things in our life. Like where or not we ate a cookie before supper. Those kinds of things are easy to see what is truth and what is lie.  But when it moves to things beyond us it is all just a matter of guess work. We have to take the world of people who went before. Trust what they say. But remember that peoples perceptions are colored by the world they live in. There writings and believes will color the accounts, as well those of the ones that hand them on. Each generation changes a story a bit, changes the truth. According to it view of the world. And its beliefs. So How do we know what is true?

Answer is we can’t know, we can only believe. But the world is a big place and there are a lot of belief systems in it.  Each with its own way of looking. So what is right?

 Why can’t there be more than one way? Do we all have to follow the same path to be right?

I can not see why. After all we are all different. And there it is. I have said it now I can go on. Oh you don’t see it yet. Just give it time. Think about it. I just said that I believe there is no one way. Each person should be able to pick his are her way. What is right for me might not be right for u. And I think I will just leave it at that. I have been writing and erasing and writing for to long. I just can’t find the right words tonight.



good night and good dreams
imaginary reader. 

1667

1667. That is the key. No nothing to do with year, though there must have been something going on that year. As there are things going on every year. Perhaps I will remember to look it up, perhaps not.
Like I said this has not to do with that.
“So what is the 1667 for?”
Yes back to topic. 1667 is the number of words I must write a day in November. Well technically it is 1666.666666, but 1667 is better and works. You need a few extra because no two word counts work just the same. So as I have to right them then I though it best to get started now. As I have a different set up and need to get used to it. And see that I can get my words done and feed my troops still. They, the folks in my game, need to get used to seeing less of me. It is going to be interesting for all to see how this plays out.
But I can’t not write. It just is not possible to go though a November and not right. It has gotten under my skin. I am not sure just what I will write but I know I will write. There are to may ideas bouncing around, and what makes it to the page may be nothing like any thing in my head.
“Wait why are must you write a set number of words in November? And for that matter why am I here? That is why are you talking to your self like this?”
Ok one at a time. First I am doing it like that for two reasons. One it helps me go where I need to. Keeps me from moving all over. (and has the added bonus of reminding me of my phil. papers, :) Asking questions and answering them is a nice way to keep things moving where you want the to. It alls is a good way to have arguments in a page, as I might show anther time.
Second it helps with word count. Not that I do a lot of padding, that is writing things that you know will disappear during editing, but some happens. There are days where every word is a struggle and so some non-since happens. Or those times when your fingers somehow kill the wrong person and you need to turn it in to a dream. You see the one thing you should not worry about is deleting things, that is January is for. The key thing for November is just getting the words on the page. A thing that is not all ways as easy as it sounds. Trust me.
If there is something you just cant stand change it to white and move on. When you go back tio edit you might feel different, or it might be the thing to spark anther idea. Even if in and of it self it is useless. Well that is what you should do, but it is not all ways something I can do I can’t help but edit a bit as I write. But will not remove big chunks, just small. It is all about compromises.
But then I have not told you why I am doing this in the first place yet, have I? Well if you have stumbled upon these ramblings of mine, or my facebook page, you might just know all ready. But for those ho don’t it is for NaNoWriMo. There you go.
“Wait! Just what is that Wrima thing?”
Na No Wri Mo. National Novel Writing Month. It is a contest. No that is not right, as that implies judging. And there is no judging. Um Lets go with challenge, a self challenge. Yes that is better. So it is a challenge to write 500000 words in a month. It says novle, but no one is reading what you write unless you show it to them. There are those that will right non-fiction, those that write plays, or other things.
And there are this few sad souls that feel it necessary to cheat there selves and just write copy one word overt and over, or even to just cut text from other places and put it in the word counter. Some of them to show how pointless it is, how silly we all are. Others because they can. There will always be some like that. But they are only hurting there selves. There is no curve here as they might be on a test.
“So what do you get out of it?”
The joy have having done it. Seeing the word count bar turning from gray to green to purple, and certificate. But the key is the know you can, that wonder at having written all those words. Then there has been a self publishing company that offers the winners, that is everyone who made it to 50000 words a free copy of there book. But the key thing you get is the joy. The knowledge that you did it, that you can do it.
“I you don’t edit why would you want a copy?”
You coupon is good for six mounts so you have time to finish up and do some editing. And there is something so amazing about getting you book and seeing all those words you have writing and knowing you made it. That it was all you. The power of your mind. But you don’t have to use it for your nano book,. It can be used for anything. And no it doesn’t matter if what you use it on is over 500000 words. Heck all of my nano novels have went over, and the ones I got copies of got longer after November. The company doesn’t care.
“So if you get it dose that mean it is for sale?”
They do give you the option to sell your book though them, but nothing forces you to do so. Don’t go into this thinking you will make money. You won’t. even if you write something that gets published your not going to make a lot of money. An writers share of the cost of a book amounts to a few cents. It is not much, most of your favorites will have a second job, or are putting out a lot of books each year just to pay the bills. There are exceptions, of course, but don’t count on being able to live off of writing. No I have been published, and likely wont be. But I have looked into how it works. Go to look at some writers blogs, chances are they will have at lest one post about how they get paid. Some will have posts answering question about getting published as well. (If you can’t find anything on yours let me know and I can give you links to mine. Visiting there pages is all so a good way to keep up on what they are working on, and when the next book will be out. Some share snippets)
As for Nano, visit Nanowrimo.org yes that is .org, not .com. they are a certified non-profit. There is no charge, but they do ask for donations, both for site expenses and there classroom work. There is a separate sight for young writes, with a different set up for word goals. Sorry not a site I have looked at, but you can check it out for details.
The big thing for me is that there are others doing it to. Folks who understand that you don’t always know where a stories is going. That characters can and do have minds of there own. Even if they do come from your head. It is being able to talk to folks who are going though the same thing as you.
Well I don’t have more to say so will just call it a night. But look for there to be a few more post here for then next little bit.

Night and good dreams,
Imaginary readers.

oh and feel fer to ask anything. might just give me something to write about :) take care and have fun.

New story idea.

Yap I know I have anther blog for this but I am bored, no not bored just . . . . . . energized. yes that is better. So I thought to post it here as well. it has no names and nither do the players. realy all it has is an opening. so not much but here it is any anyways. Just case I wanted to
"She stopped her mount and looked down at the valley and shook her head. She had never expected to be here again. Yet she was and it all looked the same. From here you could not tell that five years had past. But they had and it was not the same sacred and troubled child on this hill now as had been there before. She heard anther horse pull up next to hers. With out turning her she said. "I do not know if I am more afraid that they will know me, or that they won't. When I left here all those years ago, I never ment to come back. Certainly not like this, as part of a hired army."

So there you go. its not much but I felt like shareing. odd, but that is me tonight.