The Dark Corner of the Mind

Pre-Good Friday Excerpt from Chapter Eleven

In order to understand some of the jokes in ths excerpt, I will give you some information about the scene just preceding. Early on, we meet Faine's horse, and he has named her Nardéa. Nardéa, apparently, is the Válkian word for fierce. When they go to Emareus, the capital city of this country, they find themselves at the house of a Gifted, a woman with Kathes Aura.

This woman, awkwardly also named Nardéa, doesn't know how to control her Aura, and her home is basically an indoor forest, while outside her garden and walls are overgrown. Saera calls the place "weird". Faine jokes that the woman should have been called Loccâda instead - the Válkian word for stubborn - when she says she won't join them to help Meira against Duthonne.

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Athrù was showing them the way to the Thief-King’s residences. Wherever he stayed, so did those who worked for him. It was part of the initiation into the so-called Underground, Athrù told them, to leave one’s family behind. The Underground would become one’s family. Often this posed no problem, as a sizeable percentage of those who joined the Underground had been struggling orphans.

Passing under a long, tunnel-like archway, Saera stopped and placed a hand on her chin. “There’s still one thing I don’t understand, Athrù. If we are so desperate to contact the Queen, why are we going to the King of the Underground? Isn’t that a little contradictory?”

Athrù turned around and took her by the shoulder. Slowly he lowered his face. Then, grinning at Faine and shaking his head, he said, “So much to learn and so little time. Faine, you know how it works. Give her the long story short.”

Faine spoke while they moved on, Athrù clearly ignoring the explanation. The Underground was an organisation covertly supported by the Queen. She was in favour of the manner in which its existence reduced the population of homeless orphans and the need to fund orphanages all around Meira. The true aim of the Underground was to even out the distribution of wealth by stealing from the rich in order to feed the poor. In fact, the Underground had always been around in some form since Emareus was first built. The Queen, in admiration of their values, encouraged and supported their expansion to reach more Meiraan in need. So it was in this way that the Queen and the Thief-King were in tight acquaintance, no matter how it seemed from the outside. That was why, in approaching the Thief-King, their matter would reach the Queen’s ears in haste, thus bypassing the ever cynical letter-scourers.

“The Queen is as crazy as Nardéa Horse-Woman,” said Saera. “Endorsing thievery? What has the world come to?”

“Desperate times, young one,” said Athrù, jokingly condescending her once more.

“Don’t call me that.”

“I think the title is apt. You are sixteen years old and still have six years less experience than Faine did at your age.”

“I’ll show you experience,” mumbled Saera. She walked up and pushed Athrù into the wall, causing him to stumble comically.

“Whoa, horsey!” called Athrù, raising his hands to shoulder height. “I think you were misnamed. Should have been called Nardéa.”

Eoin and Faine laughed at Athrù and his unique situation.

“Hey, shut up.” Saera turned on Eoin and punched him in the shoulder, sending it numb.

Athrù hefted his pack up higher. “Enough of that. We’re nearly there.”

Rubbing his arm, Eoin followed Athrù where he had turned left into a dark alleyway. At the very end of the alleyway was a sewer access cover. Engraved in the circular metal there could be read:

NO ENTRY IS PERMITTED UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES due to highly terminal poisons which must NOT be released into the community. Any persons discovered to have released said poisons will be charged with attempted manslaughter, without hearing.

Kindest regards,

– Her Royal Highness, Queen Therese IV.

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Habitual April: Day 21 - "Not 1,000 but in My Books an Overwhelming Success."

That's right, did you hear me? I'm overwhelmed. Because while 1,000 words may be what I vaguely set myself, and I've never reached it, I am doing darn well for myself.

How can you not be a little happy when your progress looks something like this?

Okay, children. So this is what an erect...progress graph looks like.

I came to my manuscript today with some expectations. Hmm, it'd be nice if I made 300 today. But I still might only make 200. Progress is progress, though, and I should take the opportunity.

Well, Moody, I sort of took your advice. I wrote a scene from start to finish. Thanks. I didn't do it because I felt the need to, but because I had ideas, and they were coming to me. I knew where I was headed, and I had fun getting there and playing around with the characters.

Alright, so the result for tonight is:

A number even tastier than 413:

Today:

A total of:

523 words!

Marion, that's 1,317 words in three days. I think it's time to roll out the cheerleaders. [Rubs hands tenaciously.]

(Want to avoid that adverb? Why not mess up your flow and say "He rubbed his hands with tenaciousness."? Or, take note that if the adverb presents the image much clearer than any other way you could possibly describe it... go for it! We all know the wrules of righting aren't fi-night).

I owe my thanks to all of you, especially those of you who commented with your support, comfort and ideas. I can't say I would be where I am right now if you guys hadn't stuck around to pull me up when I'm down. And I don't just mean yesterday, I'm talking about the whole two years of this blog's existence. You help give me purpose and help me realise that I'm not in this alone, and that people care about and understand what I'm doing. I'm always amazed by the writing community, in which its people, all striving for a similar goal, are so empathetic and ready to give advice after their own experiences.

Les mots ne peux pas décrire le reconnaissance que je sens envers tous les vous.

Words cannot describe the gratitude I feel towards all of you.

You are all an inspiration.

Merci.

Now, just for fun, I would like to post my 523 word excerpt. I think as I'm reading Martin's A Game of Thrones, I'm incorporating some of the more traditional, more antique style that he has, which can also be found in the styles of Tolkien and Paolini. I like the turn. But I would like to find my sweet spot.

So, if you would like to read the excerpt, you can click "The Dark Corner of the Mind" at the top of the page to return home, where you will see the excerpt, or you can go to CC and find the link there.

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Habitual April: Day 20 - "Or we could say I lived."

Okay, the results are in and today we have...

POSITIVE!

So, it wasn't 1,000 words, but it WAS 413, which is a very pleasing number to my eyes. In fact, this means in the past two days I've written nearly 800 words.

Okay, so I'm not going to let myself get bogged down by numbers. Not for the next few days, at least, because as you may have heard I have to get my wisdom teeth taken out tomorrow. So I'm taking the time now to revel in my victory, because, while smaller than 1,000, it's a good, solid number.

I love the number 413.

(P.S. If it looks like I'm losing followers, I'm not. I've actually only ever had 53 and the followers gadget has marked me up by two. I hope they can fix the issue completely eventually.)

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Habitual April: Day 19 - "Let's just say I died."

[He even neglects his "f"s.]

Because that's the only way to excuse what I have done. I wonder now if this blog is more about failure than anything else. Failure to mature the hell up and approach this like it's real. Because in order to be a writer, you have to write. What have I been doing for the last 17 days? I don't know. But I'm fairly sure I wasn't writing. Why? Because I'm an idiot.

Tonight I felt like I wanted to write something, so I did. And I wrote 400 words.

That's nice.

But writing shouldn't be treated like a casual job. You can't just do it when you get that feeling. It should be treated full-time or part-time. It's the only way to keep you going steadily. Well, it's the only way to keep me going steadily. I need to work out a system. I absolutely must allocate a time slot of one hour every day where I just write. I will implement that when school comes back.

For now, I have a challenge for the last 10 days of the month. I figure if I do this, I might have written more by the end of the month, and if I don't I won't have.

So I'm giving myself this: 1,000 words a day until the end of the month. At least until I've made it to 5,000. That might mean I spread it out and only write 1,000 words on four of the days.

I will post every day on whether I wrote or not. It may be a glowing tale of how great I feel when I reach my goal, but on the days I don't write expect something as simple as "I didn't write today". That's accountability enough, I think.

If you still haven't given up on me and my blog, I thank you deeply, for you are truly strong and have a wonderful heart.

This is an extremely tough journey, and I'm sure, at the end of it, success will be all the sweeter because of the trials I've faced.

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Habitual April: Day 3 - On the Wrote Again

I love how when you pour milk into a chai tea and stir it, it makes a different sound than before. The same can be said for many things: coffee, hot chocolate, soft drink - although, I can't begin to imagine why you would want to put milk in your soft drink.

But that's for another post.

I wrote tonight. I was inspired when I read over some of what Hallinan had said. And I'm glad I did, because I ended up with 471 words. That's 471 words that wouldn't be written if I hadn't written tonight.

[Click to enlarge.] Oh, you'd like that, wouldn't you?

So it looks like I've made a good start to the month, and with holidays coming up, I'm hoping that interruptions and homework will be minimal so I can get some focused and productive writing done.

I'm creeping up to the 40,000 word mark. Hopefully I'll be through that and heading for the 50,000 word mark by the end of the holidays. We'll see.

Progress is progress, eh?

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Not a Failure, but a Stepping Stone

[Sorry about the lack of updates.]

This month, upon just passing 2,000 words. I stopped writing. My aim was to write 300 words a day. When I didn't for two days in a row, it all fell apart.

Because I wasn't writing, I didn't blog either. I didn't want to tell everyone I wasn't making it again. But I am still confident in my idea, and that the challenge is not a challenge, but something that just requires a little more dilligency than I'm used to. So this month was not a failure, but a stepping stone. It's there, helping me towards next month, where I can start afresh but add to what I have achieved. When I fall away I can reel myself back in the next day. This will be an ongoing process, month after month. Eventually, I'll have a malleable system that will work for me long after Aundes Aura is finished and until the very end of the Válkia Chronicles.

I have to accept that with Year 12 assessments that contribute to which University I can go to, if at all, writing is not the priority this year.

I need to view the project not as an 80,000 word piece, but I need to work towards goals that can be reached in a matter of days or weeks - aiming to reach that next 5,000 word increment.

Until the year is over, this is all I can do. And it's what I'll continue to do, because that's all writing is - a series of stepping stones.

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Habitual March: Day 9

My first day with this set-up has been successful!

Today: 410 words.

Funnily enough, this keeps me above my goal line for this month, all thanks to the 1,000+ words I wrote at the start of the month.

Now comes the challenge: Keeping up with this every day. I'm sure I'll veer off track at some point, but hopefully I can at least get a decent chunk done before then.

I could even end up taking this all the way to the end of the novel. [Laughs.] Wouldn't that be nice?

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Habitual March: Day 8

[The Habitual March]

After a somewhat unsurprisingly unsuccessful Habitual January, I have a new angle for March. I may not be able to start until next week, but it's something. Firstly, I'd like to link you to Timothy Hallinan, who has written the most useful piece on consistency, all with the intention of helping you finish your novel.

This is where I got my inspiration for this new angle.

Now, I know I can write 300 words a day. I proved that earlier this month. What I lacked was the discipline to find the time every night.

Hallinan quotes Raymond Chandler as saying: "The important thing is that there should be a space of time, say four hours a day at the least, when a professional writer doesn’t do anything but write. He doesn’t have to write, and if he doesn’t feel like it, he shouldn’t try. . . . But he is not to do any other thing, not read, write letters, glance at magazines . . . . Two very simple rules, a: you don’t have to write. b: you can’t do anything else. The rest comes of itself."

Now, I would just like to quickly quote Hallinan. One of his reasons for writing every day is that "the more time you spend with your story, the more real its world will be to you. If you spend three days away, it will be three times as difficult to get going again. If you spend a month away, you're practically going to have to start over. You want the momentum and the familiarity with the world of your book that only comes when you enter that world regularly."

So this is the challenge I'm setting myself.

From 5:00pm until 6:00pm, I must have a word document open. I can't do anything other than write. That means no internet, except for Write or Die (I'll be buying that program as soon as possible). Now, I don't have to write anything in that time-frame, but I'm not allowed to do anything else. No reading, no internet, no chatting, no making chai lattes or coffees or getting snacks. Although, I will allow myself to prepare those things before the session begins. But at 5:00:01, I'm in the chair and hopefully about to start planning a WorD Splurge.

If I pass 300 words, then great! I can stop. But I generally write more by the time the half-hour of my Splurge is up -- and you never know when you'll clunk out that 450! And when you're writing more than 300 words each day, it adds up very quickly, and after a few days you've got yourself more than 1,000 words, and was it really that hard? Not if you can keep to your schedule.

But I've been over this! Schedules always get ruined by Real Life! So it has to be adaptable. If there's something ON at 5:00, I'll have to move my schedule for that day to perhaps 8:00 - 9:00.

And the all-important lesson I learnt the hard way: If you miss a day, don't you dare think you have to make up for it the next day along with that day's words. No. Continue as if you hadn't missed the day before. Write your 300 words for today. And the next day, write for that day. Your conscience will be thankful. There's nothing more self-destructive than thinking you have to write more to make up for something. It forces an illusion of failure on you.

Keep it manageable, and keep it consistent.

If you've been having troubles finishing your novel, or need help finishing any novel or short story, or you just want to be more productive, I highly recommend you read more of Timothy Hallinan's website and see what you can do for yourself.

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Writers' Tools: The Notepad

When you've been using a computer to type up your manuscript for weeks, months or years, you can get desensitised to the power. You can make it look all pretty and professional, double spacing, page number, novel name and surname at the top right, 1-inch margins. Or maybe you feel like you can write better if what you have in front of you looks like a book. You change the page size and narrow the line-spacing to back to one. You add an italicised title to the top of the page and page numbers to the bottom, change the centring to "justified", format the chapter headings and add acknowledgements, a map, a quote, a copyright page, a title page and a contents page to the front, and an author bio at the back.

I've done most of these things.

But generally I stick to the manuscript style, which I'm sure will come in handy when it comes time for me to enter revisions.

However, all this computerness can become a bit much. There's a little too much power in the works, and you don't get slapped for going back and changing something – and you should get slapped, especially if it means you're working on a single sentence for more than two minutes.

I strongly feel that writing and editing should be kept separate. When you're writing, you should get into a flow and let the scene unfold at your fingertips. Stopping to edit each sentence will stop this flow. Now, this probably isn't a problem for everyone, but if you're a pedant like me, and want to get the sentence just right before moving on – then you need help. I'm going to refer you to Dr. Wicked. For more on his program, see my post here.

Enter the notepad.

The point of this nifty little thing is to get you away from all that unnecessary power. With great power comes great responsibility. I know I'm not responsible enough to stop myself from going back to edit sentences and paragraphs when I should be getting into the flow. That's not so easy when you can't just backspace and write it again. It actually takes physical effort to cross something out, and that means when you do go back and edit something on your notepad, you probably actually need to. And of course, the point here isn't to be neat and prettyful. You want to get into a flow, and you can help yourself to do that by taking out a notepad and getting rid of those obstacles and the resposibility that comes with power. Save the colours for when you type out what you wrote.

Also, notepads make you feel all writerly!

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From Plan to Paper: Feb 27

In these posts I would like to give you an idea of how my writing transforms from the micro-plan stage to the post-Write or Die stage. Click on the images below to see what the plan looks like. It begins halfway down the first page.

After the second image, I'll show you what came out in my Splurge.

All was silent as Eoin left the room, floorboards squeaking beneath his feet. The door was even louder as he closed it behind him. Faine stood on the landing outside, staring into the trees. His eyes were slightly narrowed.

Eoin joined him by the balustrade. “Why did you leave? We were just getting started.”

“That man. The one who was late. When he turned to me... I have no doubts at all that he is my father. The man who left us. Who killed my mother. That is him.”

They both stood silently. The villagers continued about their daily lives. Stopping in the street to chat, or carrying buckets of water from the river. Maintaining their houses, or reading a book. At moments like these, time seemed to stop. But life always continued. It didn't mean anything to anyone else.

Eoin spoke softly. “He... he killed your mother?”

“Yes. Well, no. I... I think it was me who killed her, really.”

“What?”

“I was a stupid child, ten years old. I had heard stories of a place where the Aura of Endures resided.”

“You have Endures Aura.”

“Yes. I sought it out. I was an adventurous child. I ventured deep into the forest to find the hollow tree stump where, if you looked inside, you would find that it led to a small pit beneath the ground. Here is where the Aura would be found. I jumped inside and discovered engravings of warriors all over the walls. After that all I remember is waking up and feeling different. Like there was something new inside me.” Faine laughed. “I was certain my father would be so proud of me. Then I got home, and I realised I was wrong. As soon as I told him what I had achieved, he hit me across the face and stormed out of the house, saying he wasn't going to wait around for me so slit his throat.”

Eoin shivered.

“Mother cried for three days after that, and then she became bed-ridden. It must have been two weeks before she died of love-sickness. You see, it was my fault she died. I should never have searched for this cursed thing.” Faine stared at the backs of his hands.

“No, it was your father who was in the wrong. He chose to leave, and he had no good reason to.”

Faine placed his hands back on the balustrade and sniffed. “Thank you, brother.” He raised his head and whistled the soft, sad melody that was the connection between his and Eoin’s fathers.

“May I speak to your father?” said Eoin.

“And why would you want to do that?”

“If he knew my father well, then I think I should inform him of my father’s passing.”

Faine smiled solemnly. “It is none of my business. Do what you will.”

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A Look Back [Grade Two]: A Magical World (Part III)

It's been so long since I posted something I'd written when I was eight. Well, I want to finish Sam's story, and then maybe I'll lead you through Peter's crossover story. And maybe after that, I'll consider finishing Ashley's story. Either I'll update the style, or I'll attempt to satirise my 10-years-ago self. Either way, it should be interesting, and it will be nice having the decaying tangible copy in digital format, so at least the words will stay with me.

[Note: If you haven't read the earlier entries in A Magical World, you can do so by clicking the tag at the end of this post.]

[Paragraphing added for your reading pleasure.]
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A Magical World: Sam's Life!

Part III: The Dragon

Peter, Ashley and I were walking down the passage when ~~Sam tho~~ I saw a fireplace and ~~stopped~~ ~~stoped~~ stopped. Peter and Ashley ~~stopped~~ stoped as well.

"What's the matter?" ~~Phill~~ Peter asked.

"You know that moving wall, there's one in that fireplace."

"How do you know that?"

"I'll check it." So I did, I took a button and pushed it into the fire place wall. It was pushed about a meter back. "I think we should leave this until after practice and REPELLING-SMALL-BIG Class. So ~~they~~ we practiced and practiced until the bell went. ~~The~~ We entered REPELLING class. A teacher named Ms Mcoy was sitting behing an very old looking desk.

She said, "I was expecting you three later, but come in anyway." "we'll start withe REPELLING small to BIG, hold up five fingers to the plant you will find on your desks, then add another five fingers and your plant will grow. If you would like to shrink it back to medium size hold up eight fingers. To shrink from medium hold up eight fingers and fist Four. To shrink from BIG hold up Ten fingers and fist five, for that it will be normal size again. NOW THAT YOU HAVE LEARNT TO REPELL - CLASS DISMISSED!

RING! RING! RING!

~~They~~ We walked around the Castle for about an hour when ~~Sam~~ I ~~stopped~~ ~~stoped~~ stopped, remembering the fireplace. He I ran down the corridor, round and round a blocks and through a door when he I found out, ~~Phill~~ Peter and Ashley behind ~~him~~ me, until he I found the fire place. I saw the pushed block and walked passed it. ~~They~~ we walked down a long corridor, although we heared big footsteps on the other side of the wall.

We walked, scared, hearing scattering, stomping, screaming, ROARING noises. Just then, a red, clawed hand punched a brick out of place. Then a whole body in form of a dragon knocked a Million bricks out of place wich toppled onto the stone floor and broke into Thousands and Thousands if pieces. Ashley screamed and bolted down the corridor. ~~Phill~~ Peter ran after her yelling his head off, which left me with the dragon.

It blew Five fire balls at me. I dodged Three and ducked from Two. I ~~bredt~~ breathed Three fire balls at it, to the dragon's suprise, it froze, wide opened mouth. Then, to my suprise, they went down the dragon's throat. They seemed to hit where the dragon's soal was meant to be. I guessed it died on the spot. I ran back down the corridor and out the fireplace screen, right passed ~~Phill~~ Peter ~~and Ashley~~, out the enterance portrait, out the fake enterance, into the grounds and ~~home~~ out in no time as fast as I could and never came back.

{ALTHOUGH ONE DAY HE ~~DOSE~~ DOES}.

IT HAS BEEN A PLEASURE READING

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Another Challenge with a 100% Chance of Failure: 300 Words a Day

That's right. I know this challenge will fail even before I start it. But it's just not fun to challenge myself to writing "most days". So I hereby challenge myself, and some of you must be sick of reading the words "challenge" and "challenge failed", I hereby challenge myself to write 300 words a day. That is, 30 minutes of focused writing plus however long it takes me to edit it.

How hard can it possibly be to find 30 minutes a day?

Now, for this challenge I would like to take something I learned from Habitual January. Creating a habit and teaching consistency is NOT about making up for words when you miss a day. In the end, you write much more if you just jump back on the horse and write 300 words the next day. Don't let yourself think the words are accumulating and suddenly you have to write 1,000 words. No. Don't do it.

The most productive way is to NOT make up for missed words. Be consistent. You missed a day. Get over it. Tomorrow is a new day. Write those 300 words tomorrow.

How do I know I'll fail? It's not just that I usually fail, because I do, but it's because I have some very time-consuming activities in my life currently. My final school year takes precedence over all. Footloose is showing at the end of the month, and rehearsals are in full swing. LIFE CONQUERS ALL. But when I can, I will find that measley 30 minutes, and I will write those grand 300 words.

And then, one day, I will stop and have a break from writing for around half a month, as I have for the past two weeks. I will find my way again. I always will. And hopefully I can return myself to this challenge, because what's 30 minutes in a day of 960 (assuming I'm awake for 16 hours)?

This could be a key factor if I want to finish my first draft by the end of the year. And if it isn't finished by the end of the year, that's okay, because after this all-important final year of school, I have a single year to focus on writing and working before I go on to further education.

Before I know it, I'll have a book in my hands. Hopefully, it'll also be in other people's hands.

A fantasy for the new age.

Aundes Aura.

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That Fifth Glyph: Submission 1

This is a group of posts that ommits utilisation of that most common glyph, fifth of particular glyphs that sound through a mouth ajar, as not with a mouth shut. Thus bringing about this surprising way of words.

Oh, that but a singular of this glyph doth mar my honour and up my infamy. Now I must to my cot, as nightly hours pass by. It is two hours past North and a moon is accompanying stars on high. I must go to a dark world until a shining ball of flaming gas shows upon my horizon. From now onwards in such posts as this I should not tap that fifth glyph that mocks our words so.

This post and such posts following was brought to actuality thanks to a group of posts on CC.

Link: That Fifth Glyph

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Elena's Madlib: Entry #1 [Dear Agent]

Dear Arnold Schwarzenegger,

I'm writing to you because I've seen your website and I think you'd be the perfect solicitor for my book, and I really just think you're a pretty swell guy in general.

I understand that you're very busy filming, and I imagine you're finding publishers for other extremely talented authors like myself, and look, I don't want to make this a really long, single-sentence paragraph, even though I have quite a bit to say.

Sometimes, I feel like you would be more suited to agenting than acting. And I'm not trying to be a suck up or anything, but I really do think you're an amazing agent.

Thanks for listening and understanding.

From,

Ryan.

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Statistics Day: One

Pageviews

All Time
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January 2011
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Last month
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