It was customary that from the moment the sun went down and until the sun went up, the people of Aquene would walk to the Fighter’s Circle without any other light but that of the moon, and take a stand upon those steps in silence. In the silence of the Matron Mother and with the silent voice of the dead would the people of Aquene reflect on those that have come to the Circle and have lost life, and reflect on those lost so that as the sun rose that morning it would welcome the new life and those that would take the challenge to then change their life as the night changed to the day to allow the living their time in the light that has been granted upon them.
There is something therapeutic in world building through the eyes of your characters. After spending a few years incapable of actually focusing on NaNoWriMo and my writing due to the daily needs around me, it is also healing to be able to manage 5 days of writing and able to meet my daily goals. If not the word count but the intent to sit, write, and imagining something new that I have neither read or seen before.
Now that it is past midnight, I am now entering into day 6 with an overall goal of 10k words, maybe, just maybe I got this.
For those of you that are participating, how are you feeling about your goals? Are YOU #writingwithintent? What unique aspect of your worldbuilding has you impressed with yourself?
NaNoWriMo: 8,345 / 50,000
Found the start of an old story I had abandoned for a small time. Just to give you an idea of some of the more personal stuff I write. That and I have not written here in a while and I promise I haven’t abandoned my dear readers – I have merely been quite busy.
Excerpt requirement was to start with a “beginning” with one of the site’s themes.
Small Excerpt of a story that popped up randomly from the name Katriel.
Once upon a tile I wrote a lot of poetry. I wove it into stories like song lyrics. It took a bit for me to realize I had not written much in the form of poetry in at least eight years. So I sat down and scribbled a little something. Nothing crazy, but just a trail of thought with a lot of ‘enter’ key hits. Because, you know that is poetry too.
Sometimes the heart finds a hole
Lonely between the stars that surround
When words that fit on paper better than tears
When did the words disappear
Only to be replaced by nothing at all
Mystery that changes with each page turned
There were once stories that touched
That healed the soul
Broke apart the dead so that the heart could grow
Where did the heart go
Where did the words go
Leaving behind a hole among the stars
Alone but not lonely
Lonely but not alone
How can there be both among the stars
Or is it the hole deep in the earth
These are not stars
These are candles flickering
Deep in this dark hole
Paths obscured by the soft glow
Shadows and figures wander aimlessly
When did I forget how to simply dream?