All last week I was on holidays! And it was awesome. Spent the week at a cottage at Grand Beach, MB. Strangely, we had a heat wave at the beginning of the week, and then it cooled right down and it was cold! I really can't complain cuz the charming, warm weather has returned, although not at the heat wave magnitude. Not sure how I feel about that… =)
I don’t know how many people know this about me, but I love to run. And I woke up every day on my holidays at 6:30 a.m. just so I could beat the heat. My running route was along the water on the beach. I love running on the beach. There’s nothing like it.
I’m back at work this week, but working towards yet another week of holidays, next week. Très sah-weeeet!
So I have discovered that I am truly crazy about Twitter and have become a wee bit addicted. Okay, okay, I’m a lot twaddicted. Wow, it’s worse than I thought… Anyway, tweeting is always on my mind now. Everything I do, or see, or hear, or say, is fodder for my next tweet. My friends may wanna keep that in mind. Hee hee. =D
So my new writing exercise is based on my thoughts around the fantasy genre image I chose. It was really difficult to go in only one direction, cuz my mind was buzzing with this image. Check out the exercise and enjoy!
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This past weekend was amazing! Sunny sunny sunny! Love it! Except, I have no sense and didn't wear sunscreen, so now I pay. Sunburns suck...I'm just sayin'. Got in some moat-time, walks and runs, even a fun afternoon with one of my best friends at Starbucks. Life is good.
One of the best things that happened to me is that I finally got a solid idea for the third book in the 'Pretty' series. I've been making notes, hashing things out in my head and it's starting to come together. It's so exciting when that happens. I can picture it now, and that is my indicator that I should run with it.
With all the 'fun time' over the weekend, I left it until the last minute to pull together a writing exercise. Once again, I had one of those moments where a word or phrase gets stuck in my head and bangs around in there until I write it out. This time it's 'Crack the sky' -- the title of this exercise. It was tough, but I think I found a picture that represents my thoughts exactly. Enjoy!
The night scores the earth with darkness. Tiny tendrils of light scratch at the gloom, desperate to crack the sky. Darkness bleeds into every crevasse, trying to wipe out the light entirely, but the dawn prevails. Silence stretches over the lands, blanketing the battle cries, the screams of pain, the moans of the dying. It is stifling. The eyes behold the horror – a bloodbath. So many lost souls. Lost fathers, brothers, sons. Bones, bathed in blood are scattered to the four corners. A feast for scavengers. A sight no eye should ever see.
Prayers to the Gods have failed us. We have been forsaken. My heart is weighted. My body weary. My mind, numb. I fear I will never feel again – for I am wiped clean. My hands, sticky with blood, seem foreign to me. I wield a sword. I hack. I cleave. I remember not. My ears ring from the clash of steel. My eyes burn with death and dying. I am a man without a soul. It lies at my feet, thrashing about it the blood-soaked mud. I care not to save it. For a man with a soul, is a dead man. He who hesitates, dies. Yet, do I truly live? The answer evades me.
I love writing so much. I love the way I feel as the words flow through me and into the keyboard. Life is good.
I have to admit, I'm pretty proud of the set-up of my last blog and now this one. The blogger 'compose' template has been giving me trouble and I've had to use html to fix it. Now, I'm no html genius, so being able to fix the spacing, italics, and even setting up the picture properly was pretty darn amazin' for me! Yay!
Anyway, I searched around for an image to write about and came across the one below. I'm gonna try something a little different and write a fight scene. Let's see if I can do it!
She breathed short controlled breaths. Her heart pounded hard against her ribcage. Her muscles, coiled and ready. Her weapons, positioned at her sides.
The air crackled with energy, and all creatures fell silent as if they knew...
Knew what she knew...that today she would die...
She was not afraid.
Dawn had come and she knew this was the day of days. She knew they would come for her. The wind tossled her hair wildly around her face and her eyes burned with malice she would not allow herself to deny. She would hate, and it would consume her, and she would use it.
She placed one foot in front of the other and headed towards him, her blades heavy in her hands, making her muscles burn. She ignored their weight, conscious only of them being an extension of her arms. She rotated one wrist, arcing the weapon in a circle, then repeated the move with the other.
He watched her, his lips curled in a sardonic, malicious grin.
How she hated that smile.
Close enough now to smell the stink of him, she dropped into a fighting stance. Her blades at the ready.
His smile grew larger, showing a row of broken, ragged, rotting teeth. He raised his large, menacing b
So, the other day I was feeling chilled. It's not that it is actually that cold here at home, maybe it was doing this writing exercise. Cuz honestly, I was freezing after I finished this one. Needing to warm up fast, I grabbed a blanket, turned up the heat a bit and imagined I was back on the beach in Jamaica....ahhhhhh. Then I opened my eyes, looked out the window and saw the mudsoaked plains that have become my yard, and reality crashed in...ugh...
Anyway, subject change! I do so love the colours in this image! Wow! Good and evil battle overhead of men below - shows the true fragility of man...
Surely my eyes deceive me, for I see the heavens open and angels appear.
Have I died?
But that cannot be...
I can still hear the howling wind ferociously rip at us. Feel the angry waves continously toss and batter our boat. I taste salt on my lips and feel it sting my eyes. I am soaked and chilled to the bone. My muscles burn and ache so bad they are beginning to seize.
No, I have most definitely not died. Yet, death is all around me. I see bodies cast about in snarling water and broken bits of timber slam against our small vessel. I hear the cries of men who've fallen overboard. My friends...my comrades...sickness engulfs me as the waves consume them.
Our boat teeters precariously on huge waves, then plunges steeply down only to be picked up again and again. The ocean, intent on devouring us too.
We are in the midst of a something truely beyond our comprehension. If I were not seeing it myself, I would scoff at the teller of this tale. Though, it is unlikely that any man will repeat these incredulous events, for They do not see us. Or, perhaps it is that we are insignificant, and not worthy of Their attention. This truth is staggering, and gives me the desire to best them...to survive.
For this story should be told...I must get through this...I must tell it. So that man will know that our Gods have failed us...
Fantasy genre is so awesome - you can do anything with it! Love it!
