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Excerpt #3 – Ominous Ride

Maybe October and the whole Halloween connection influenced the mood of this excerpt. But then again, I ain’t exactly writing about butterflies and honeysuckle in this story. 😛

I’ve actually made very, very slow progress this month. Because, at first, I just blanked out and couldn’t figure out how to move forward in the story without jumping entire chapters altogether. And then I got so busy that I didn’t even have time to just double-click on the document and stare at it for a while in the hopes of being clobbered by inspiration if I stared at it hard enough. *Sigh!*

On the other hand, I have written more than two chapters now. So while I still have a loooong way to go, at least I’m not at a stand-still again. (And maybe being proud of completing two chaps is pathetic(?) — I don’t know — but I’m still proud of it anyway. So yay!) 🙂

 

Well, that’s all I really have to rant about this time. I’ve just been busy with completing actual paying projects and a number of other do-or-die (sort of) commitments recently. But hopefully this month will see more progress.

Anyways. Down to the excerpt:

 

#Story / #Novel #Excerpt. @WOLIWAIS. "...The ride there had been jerky and uncomfortable with plenty of ominous silences and subverted, threatening remarks from the guards. And the looming stone castle they'd finally stopped in front of had been more intimidating than stone walls had any right to be..."

 

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Sense: Excerpt #2 + A Short Rant

I have no idea whether other authors/writers of fiction/fantasy have this same problem, but I do: My head skips from one part of the story to another, a scene or chapter sometimes coming so powerfully into my head that not writing it would practically be writing-heresy. (And I say that because it might lead to me having writer’s block for ages before I can write something substantial again.)

But the problem is that sometimes I write a scene in the first chapter, and then I write a scene in the 25th or 30th chapter! And that means it’s even harder for my brain to backtrack and actually assemble the book in order. 😦 In fact, my head and my muse was all over the place, and I was basically running around trying to herd them into some semblance of order.

Hence, other than the usual bouts of procrastination and writer’s block — with both of them sometimes tag-teaming so that one of them becomes the reason for the other — I also dealt with forcing myself to draft the chapters in order — Even if I had scenes ready and written for later chaps. And that, at times, lead to days of no progress, because I was stuck at one particular point where I knew what happens precisely two or three paragraphs later, but not what happens in those two or three paragraphs!

Ugh.

Needless to say, there were quite a few gloomy days till I could push past that. *Sigh…*

 

Anyways, that’s all I wanted to rant about for the moment. (Any writers / authors / comic artists out there have this mind/muse jumping problem too?) Now, onward with the next excerpt:

@WOLIWAIS. WIP Novel. Excerpt: "Apparently, even strangers could sense that she did not fit in."

How Patience is a Quiet Kind of Power

Patience is Power.  If you act like something is normal long enough -- like you actually believe it's perfectly fine and possible and all right -- then, no matter how unconventional or how not-normal it is, sooner or later, without realizing it, people will actually start acting like it's normal too; or at least, that it's perfectly normal and conventional for you, and thus a familiar thing.  That's why patience and consistency is a special kind of power. It's not something you write ballads about. Or history books. And it's many times upgraded to sound like something more exciting and difficult like "determination" and "perseverance" and "fighting against impossible odds".  It's not something you write ballads about. Or history books. And it's many times upgraded to sound like something more exciting and difficult like "determination" and "perseverance" and "fighting against impossible odds".  Don't get me wrong, though, it isn't easy. And these upgraded terms aren't off the mark. But they add a certain "loudness" to what is oftentimes a quiet battle that has no war-cries, weapons, or glory. Just a quiet, subtle, unremarkable victory that only the one waging the silent war knows they've won. And many times, even the one who started this silent war doesn't notice the victory. Because there was no outright fight, just a quiet decision, and an even quieter follow-through.  It's a really quiet kind of power. And greatly underestimated. WOLIWAIS. Written By A Moody Pen.
Source: https://www.flickr.com/photos/debbieohi/499442937

 

If you act like something is normal long enough — like you actually believe it’s perfectly fine and possible and all right — then, no matter how unconventional or how not-normal it is, sooner or later, without realizing it, people will actually start acting like it’s normal too; or at least, that it’s perfectly normal and conventional for you, and thus a familiar thing.

That’s why patience and consistency is a special kind of power. It’s not something you write ballads about. Or history books. And it’s many times upgraded to sound like something more exciting and difficult like “determination” and “perseverance” and “fighting against impossible odds”.

It’s not something you write ballads about. Or history books. And it’s many times upgraded to sound like something more exciting and difficult like “determination” and “perseverance” and “fighting against impossible odds”.

Don’t get me wrong, though, it isn’t easy. And these upgraded terms aren’t off the mark. But they add a certain “loudness” to what is oftentimes a quiet battle that has no war-cries, weapons, or glory. Just a quiet, subtle, unremarkable victory that only the one waging the silent war knows they’ve won. And many times, even the one who started this silent war doesn’t notice the victory. Because there was no outright fight, just a quiet decision, and an even quieter follow-through.

It’s a really quiet kind of power. And greatly underestimated.

 

Patience is Power. If you act like something is normal long enough -- like you actually believe it's perfectly fine and possible and all right -- then, no matter how unconventional or how not-normal it is, sooner or later, without realizing it, people will actually start acting like it's normal too; or at least, that it's perfectly normal and conventional for you, and thus a familiar thing. That's why patience and consistency is a special kind of power. It's not something you write ballads about. Or history books. And it's many times upgraded to sound like something more exciting and difficult like "determination" and "perseverance" and "fighting against impossible odds". It's not something you write ballads about. Or history books. And it's many times upgraded to sound like something more exciting and difficult like "determination" and "perseverance" and "fighting against impossible odds". Don't get me wrong, though, it isn't easy. And these upgraded terms aren't off the mark. But they add a certain "loudness" to what is oftentimes a quiet battle that has no war-cries, weapons, or glory. Just a quiet, subtle, unremarkable victory that only the one waging the silent war knows they've won. And many times, even the one who started this silent war doesn't notice the victory. Because there was no outright fight, just a quiet decision, and an even quieter follow-through. It's a really quiet kind of power. And greatly underestimated. WOLIWAIS. Written By A Moody Pen.
Source: http://fergusonvalues.com/2013/03/the-value-of-patience-in-leadership/

 

#Memory

I can't imagine my life without you, and I find that I don't want to either. Darling, will you please marry me? Oh, sweetheart, we've been married for 27 years. Written By A Moody Pen. Flash Fiction

 

I can’t imagine my life without you, and I find that I don’t want to either. Darling, will you please marry me?

Oh, sweetheart, we’ve been married for 27 years.

Nameless Atmosphere – An Excerpt

So.

I’m working on a novel.

Or rather, I’ve been working on novels/stories since I was in school, but didn’t really commit to them like I should have till now.

But now I have. And frankly, I’m half exhilarated and half terrified.

So, in order to keep myself working on it — and to perhaps-hopefully-maybe get some impression of what the blogosphere and readers in general might make of it — I’ve decided to post little excerpts of my novel(s) here from time to time. (And yes, I’m working on more than story at a time; don’t judge me. I’m an obsessive, ‘needs to spread her focus’ kind of person. ‘Cause — like Master Shifu in Kung Fu Panda figured out about Po — when I concentrate, I stink. 😛 )

Of course, as I’m working on it, stuff that I post now as excerpts might change later. But I’m pretty sure that any changes that might happen will mostly be minor. Because I’m mainly focussing on key points and factors in the story as excerpts. And since changing that completely could change the entire premise or flow of the story, that risk is at a minimum at this point.

Aaand, that’s about all I wanted to say.

So, with fingers crossed, here’s the first of many sneak peeks to come. They won’t be regular. But they’ll at least keep me progressing through instead of giving in to that half-terror mode that tells me to quit. :3

 

Story Excerpt: "It was nameless, this atmosphere. One couldn't call it tense for it was too loose, too fluid; the air chilly rather than too warm or too cold. It could almost be dubbed tranquil even...if there wasn't such a definite breath of danger in the air... A soft yet lethal kind of danger that was swimming like mist through the room."

(Oh, and in case I wasn’t clear, any impressions/opinions/interpretations you have are welcome. 🙂 )

Ciao!