One of the men lifted his head
and looked at me
as we sloped past the ash fields,
and rows of toilers
like grey bamboo canes
if bamboo was stooped and bent
with brittle hands knuckle white
against the plastic handled hoes.
Her hands, smaller, firmer, sure,
came down on my shoulders
shadowed his face with fear.
An explanation in a classroom
pretending it isn’t an excuse
claims to be progress,
claims to be a new world
built on the broken bones
of the last.
Mothers scream during childbirth.
There is blood and pain
We are lucky we are not all toiling.
If the old world had their way
who knows what would have happened?
We are smarter these days
we can laugh at the facts
that shattered when the world changed.
Who know what will happen
at the next night rise.
‘You know I don’t deal with fragile little birds.’
Hanson gripped the girl by the chin and pulled her closer. Her forced her head up and grinned when she flinched away from the lantern he held.
‘She’s no fragile bird,’ Raven told him. ‘Took out two garrisons all by herself. She was about to take out a third when we caught up with her.’
‘Yeah,’ said Hanson. ‘And doped her up on opium for good measure did you? The Chains not enough?’ He dropped her face and yanked the chains connecting her feet to her wrists.
‘For her?’ said Raven. ‘Even this might not be enough.’
Playing around with some new characters for my novel Darkened Daughter. Not sure if I’ll be incorporating Raven and Hanson yet, but this might be an interesting chapter to write on my next accountancy exam is out of the way and I have a couple of weeks free time.
Sweat was running into Tara’s eyes and she could hear her breath coming in ragged pants, but she met Talis’ next blow without wavering. The staves cracked together like trees trunks splitting and she forced the new recruit back a step. Despite her lack of training, the girl seemed to be keeping up. She watched Tara with sharp green eyes and ignored the stray ebony curls dancing in front of her eyes from her bun. She aimed another sharp jab at Tara’s chest and the princess parried it easily. The girl was tiring, leaving herself open to basic, amateur tactics. Tara took the opportunity. She aimed high but at the last second twisted, the soft grass giving beneath her boots as she swept her stave towards Talis’ anke.
Oak met oak and the taste of copper exploded across Tara’s tongue as Talis moved like lightening to block the attack and throw one of her own before Tara’s brain could catch up with itself.
Staggering back Tara grinned. She liked this girl a lot she decided. She might just keep her around.
Current Word-count: 61,943
I’m working on the last leg of Shadow Dawn, trying to make a decision about how to create an interesting and exciting ending to the book. However, there’s still a fair way to go and I’ve got stuck on chapter twenty-four that for some reason is being a bitch to write. So instead I’ve turned to penning some snippets that belong to later chapters. Since I haven’t written with pen and paper in a while I thought I’d share a small bit of the results with you.
As always, I love to know what you think and if you like this then check out the Solitary Creatures series! Parts 1-4 can be found on the site and the rest is on the way in April for CampNaNoWriMO.
Artwork by Antonia Brennan
So I’ve managed to do it! I’ve completed a first draft of a novel for the first time in my life. Whoohoo! Lets throw a party.
Okay, let’s not throw a party just yet, the hard bit is just around the corner.
Yes, I have 52,000 words of writing that sort of follows a plot line and gets my characters from where I wanted them at the start of the book to where I wanted them at the end of the book.
Yes, all my characters have appeared in that 52,000 words.
Yes, most of the major events have been included.
The last chapter has not been written.
The character development has as much meat on it as an emancipated stick-man.
Most of the characters barely do anything except those major scenes and the rest seems a lot like fluff without much relevance.
Redrafting is needed in abundance.
But on the bright side. I’ve written 52,000 words so I have something to work with. Maybe I will throw myself a small party. I shall go brew a celebratory pot of tea.
I’ve achieved something I hadn’t before. I know know that I can get this far so why not further.
All the same. Wish me luck with editing.
I Just wrote myself off a cliff.
Well sort of.
Darkened Daughter is now 500 words away from the halfway point and I thought I knew what was going to happen in every chapter between now and the end.
Apparently this was not true. I did not know what was going to happen, because my sneaky little brain decided to derail things and throw up a new event that now means one of my character will be out of commission for a couple of chapters. This mean I can’t write chapters eighteen and nineteen as planned, because it simply won’t make sense. Replanning is now required.
Of course I knew that this would happen. It always does when I try to write something.
I’m also aware that every single chapter I’ve written so far is too short for its content, bar one that is just short full stop but somehow works.
Redrafting will probably have this novel reaching far beyond its 80,000 word target, but I’m not going to say that’s a bad thing because I love a chunky book and I want this to be a book that I can pick up and love. I want people to read this book and think ‘Wow! This is such a full world!’
But for now I’m going to focus on replanning chapters eighteen and nineteen, and worry about how the story is only skin and bones once the first draft is done.
*Sigh*. Back to work I suppose.
I’ve been buying mugs again. I’ll run out of space soon, not that it will stop me.