The Power of Tension

It’s time for the Power of Tension Blogfest! I thought you all might be growing a little sick of Fie Eoin and it’s off-shoots, so today we are going to see part of a brand spanking new story. One that doesn’t even have a tab yet because it doesn’t have a name.

The rules for the blogfest: “Give us an excerpt (up to 300 words) from your manuscript or recently completed work (or just a random scene) that drips with tension and will tie us in knots wanting to know more. It doesn’t matter what the piece is about, as long as it screams tension.”

And now I present to you: Anna.

Anna woke in the forest.

“Ayeneh?”

She sat up and looked in the direction of the voice. Walking from the trees was a boy, probably just older than her, wearing what appeared to be a long shirt that was belted around his waist, and slippers. His hair fell to his shoulders and he held a torch.

“Ayeneh?” He said again, confusion in his voice and his tentative step forward.

Anna could hardly breath. She had never seen someone in this forest when she woke, and certainly not someone who knew her name. “Who…who are you?”

She backed up as he cocked his head to the side and took another step forward. She was crawling backwards through the damp leaves, her heart pounding as he came closer, his steps more sure now but his eyes still questioning.

He said her name again, softly as if hushing a scared child, and then continued on in a language she didn’t know. Anna backed into a tree and froze, terrified as he came closer. He stopped and knelt over her, studying her face with confusion. A purple stone hung from a thong about his neck, and it flashed with the torchlight as it swung towards her.

She swatted at it as if it were a fly, wanting no part of this strange boy to come close to her, and as her hand connected with it the stone flashed with bright light and she felt a jolt like an electric shock.

When her eyes adjusted she was in her bedroom, her hands grasping the carpet with her back pressed against the wall. She was covered in wet leaves and mud from the forest, but the boy was gone.

*****

Don’t forget to check out the other entries in the blogfest!

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Writing Meme, Day 30

30. Final question! Tag someone! And tell us what you like about that person as a writer and/or about one of his/her characters!

I have decided to ignore Question #30 and instead focus a little bit more on what’s next.  So, new Question #30: What’s next?

If you’ve been reading my Twitter Feed or Facebook Page you know I’m feeling a little bit overwhelmed as of late with all the stories running around my brain.  I’ve got Fie Eoin, which I’m trying to organize by ripping all of the hand-written pages out of the notebooks they are scattered in and putting them in some kind of order in a hard-backed folder.  Then I can figure out what has already been typed up and what still needs to make it into the computer.  This has always been the biggest challenge of Fie Eoin – I write it all over the place and then type it up out of order and then don’t know what has to be typed and what doesn’t.  So then I start re-writing it in some sort of order, but then get out of order again and it becomes a vicious cycle.  I went through two big folders last night and ripped out all the pages of Fie Eoin, papercliped them into sections that make some amount of linear sense to me, and stuck them in the folder.  Tomorrow I’ve got two or three more large folders, and then I’ll start on all the little folders.  Luckily I’m much better at typing up the little folders as I write them (it doesn’t seem as daunting, for some reason) so most of that is already in the computer.  Then I have to finish re-writing Kaye scenes, because I’ve pretty much exhausted Kindra scenes (yes I play favorites).

I’m editing Phooka Tales this year with my writing group, and finding it easier to re-write most of the beginning.  I’m hoping to have this ready to go out to agents by early next year.  Top Secret Project is slowly being outlined and written – I’m trying to re-write the first scene already because it seems rushed.  But this is a work-on-it-when-I’m-inspired type of thing right now.  I’ve also got a brand spanking new story to work on when I feel like it.  I’m sure I’ll have some stickies about that soon.

And speaking of stickies, I’ve got some ideas for the blog as well.  I still want to put up a sticky every Sunday (or at least once a week), but on top of that I’m going to be doing some book reviews, and (hopefully) serializing a story to post weekly.  Right now I’m debating between Lane’s Girl (which I don’t plan on getting published traditionally at this point) and Aleda’s story from Fie Eoin’s world (also don’t plan on publishing traditionally).  If you have a preference please let me know!

Sticky #… wait a minute!

So there is no sticky today.  I’ve been trying to find one I’m interested in putting up (I don’t just throw up random stickies you know), but I’ve just started on a new project, and unfortunately I’m not yet ready to reveal that new project to the world.   I am collecting stickies on it, though, so look for those soon.

In the meantime, let’s see if anyone will come out of the woodwork here.  If you have to come back for a second life on earth, which would you rather:

A) I’d like to remember my old life please!  No point in making the same mistake over again.

B) I’d rather not know.  If I’m going to come back, I want to come back as a whole new me!

As for me, I’m still deciding, but I think this new project certainly has my brain a-buzzing about it!

Sticky #41

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I don’t know what it is about autumn, but as soon as the temperatures begin to cool down (and cool here is around eighty-five degrees) I get very creative.  Maybe it’s the upcoming NaNo, or maybe it’s the body’s natural response to the coming winter where everyone stays indoors for long periods of time.  Either way, I’ve been dreaming strange dreams lately and turning them into stories in the daytime.  This week’s sticky is from one such dream about Mackinac Island.  If you’ve never heard of Mackinac Island, go rent the movie Somewhere In Time – it takes place there and the island hasn’t really changed at all.  There are no cars, everyone gets around by bike or horse, and all the houses are old Victorian style.  It’s a very charming island, but in my dream they quarantined the island from the mainland because of a plague (swine flu, maybe?), and 100 years or so later it was still quarantined.  Turns out, being stuck on a small island like that for a century can turn a group of people crazy, and what started off as a nice horse-filled romp around the island became a dangerous escape from people who purportedly believed in Reason above all else.

Of course, the girl in this sticky IS reasonable, and she doesn’t choose death, but she gets herself in a load of trouble anyways.  I’m still not sure what happens to her in the end – it may be a tragedy – but I’m pretty sure her own version of reason wins out over her crazy father’s version.

And if you are ever in the upper Lower Peninsula of Michigan, you really should visit Mackinac Island.  Their fudge is the best in the world.

Sticky #37

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So, remember last weekend when I said I had found my next NaNo Novel idea?  I found two more this week.  One is an idea I’ve been cultivating since my first NaNo back in 2005.  The main character is a pretty quiet guy, so I ended up writing Lane’s Girl instead, just because I couldn’t get Mio to say enough (Lane, however, never stops talking and we finished NaNo that year in 19 days).  This week while watching the History Channel I found a setting that would work perfectly for Mio’s story.  I still don’t trust him to talk enough to do a NaNo though, so that will be something I write outside of November (plus, I have to do a lot of research for that novel, since it will be historical fiction and I’m not yet an expert on Roman Britain).

So that left me with last week’s book idea about the world-hopper, or the third idea I had this week: Apollo and Daphne.  If you’ve never read Ovid’s Metamorphoses, you are missing out on a plethora of ancient mythology.  These have been some of my favorite stories since I was a child and first read the story of Orpheus and Eurydice.  Unfortunately, a lot of people are turned off by the style of writing in Metamorphoses (just ask my husband what he thinks of it!) so I thought I would re-tell the story in the context of today’s world.  It sounds like bad fanfiction on the surface - take the Greek gods and throw them into high school – but I think the story of Apollo and Daphne can really speak to young readers.  It’s about first love, about losing your first love, about never even getting your first love although you try and try.  And in my version it will take place in Olympia, WA instead of Olympia, Greece.

As you can probably tell, it didn’t take me long to change my mind and decide to write my NaNo Novel about Apollo and Daphne instead of the world-hopper.  And you are sure to see more stickies about it in the near future, since I have already filled one page of my writing notebook with stickies I brought home from work.

Sticky #36

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The other weekend when I was writing the Writing Prompt Challenge I had this really strange dream about travelling to other worlds (well, only one other world), which isn’t all that odd considering how big a fan I am of Stephen King’s Dark Tower Series.  But it wasn’t in the vein of the Dark Tower at all, nor did it have Rebecca and Lane in it (who are characters inspired by the DT).  Instead it had some high school girl and a guy I knew many years ago named Pete.  I pretty much ignored the dream at the time, because I was too involved with Phooka Tales and then Fie Eoin to bother.  But this week I started thinking about the dream again, because it would not be forgotten, and I realized that I had just found my next NaNo Novel!  Strange books lend themselves well to NaNo, and the end of the dream was certainly strange.  But I cannot remember anything in the middle of the dream.  Just the beginning and the end.  So I started storylining, and jotted down the notes on stickies.  You’ll probably see more of these stickies as we get closer to November, but right now I only have three names (Anna, Atur/Peter, and Kester/Christopher) and a vague idea of what is going to happen (bad guys, world hopping, amulets).  I’m not even sure yet if Atur is the bad guy, Kester is the bad guy, or neither of them are a bad guy. 

And if Anna’s world poisons Atur and Kester’s world, how do they eat our food?  Atur told her that’s why they travelled to her world, for food and medicine they couldn’t get in their own, but that seems kind of suspicious to me….

Sticky #31

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Today’s sticky is not actually from a story that I have written, but is a note I jotted down because I thought it was interesting.  I subscribe to American Scientist’s Science In The News Weekly, and every week they send me an email full of interesting stories published during the week.  This past week they sent me an email with a link to a story about the Taino – a native people of Hispaniola – who build houses on stilts over lagoons.  While I don’t want to write about the Taino, it did give me an interesting idea to set a future novel in a stilted village above a lagoon.  Maybe nothing will come of this sticky, but now I have it just in case.

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