Anathriel styled herself a visionary, a freedom fighter, the patron deity of all who rebelled against tyranny. After all, had she not risen up against the mightiest of beings? And did she not continue to strike against him, lashing out with all of her fury against him and his servants? Even in the face of certain damnation she had remained true to herself and to those who followed her. She would fight until she brought the Maker to his knees and then she would defeat the undefeatable, she would slay the immortal. It would be glorious. At least that is what she told her followers. In her heart she was afraid, not of being defeated for she had seen the end of things and defeat was certain, but of the consequences of her rebellion, the eternal consequences.
Anathriel stood from her crystal seat and stretched her wings. Soft feathers, white as snow, stretched behind her brushing the smooth pillars that stood like golden sentinels on each side of the shimmering throne. The light of the Everburn, the endless sea of fire, streamed through the high, arching windows flooding the vast chamber with the glow of a perpetual sunset. Massive gemstones set in elaborate patterns in the walls, ceiling and floor refracted the light in a thousand directions so that shattered stars swirled and danced across the wide hall.
A man wearing a white robe trimmed in red lay trembling before the dais. His long, black hair was pulled back with a leather cord, his face pressed to the solid gold floor tiles. Anathriel floated down the hundred and eleven steps from her throne, her bare feet touching down lightly before the prostrated man. Silver mist writhed about her like living smoke revealing and obscuring the body of a beautiful, young woman, temptation in its rawest form. “Rise,” the sound of her voice was like strange music, delicate and powerful. The man rose to his knees and looked with unabashed longing into Anathriel’s flawless face. He was handsome, well into his middle years with gold earrings in his ears and a thick gold ring on the little finger of his right hand. “Time grows short. Go to the Ruination, take the book and bring it to me. You must be cunning Jolas. The book must not fall into the hands of the enemy.”
“How will I find it Mother? The Ruination is great.” Black fire danced in Anathriel’s golden eyes and Jolas prostrated himself again, whimpering softly, pleading for mercy. Anathriel lifted Jolas’ chin with her right hand and pressed the palm of her left hand against his right eye. He screamed and squealed and begged for mercy but Anathriel held him fast her eyes gleaming with dark delight. Smoke and steaming tears rose from the socket and after many agonizing seconds Anathriel released him.
Jolas fell back on the golden tiles of the throne room and squirmed like a hooked worm. He ground his teeth, whimpering and clawing weakly at his right eye until Anathriel spoke, “Jolas.” She hated to end what was beginning to be an interesting visit but time, she had so little time. “My son, now do you see?”
“Yes Mother,” Jolas rose to his knees, his voice calm his face smooth. Dark flames danced in his right eye. “Thank-you Mother.”
Jolas disappeared and Anathriel floated back up the one hundred and eleven steps to her crystal throne. If she was to be damned she would damn the world and spit her last breath in the Maker’s face.
Saturday, January 2, 2010
Sunday, October 18, 2009
10/18
Writing was like pulling teeth today.
24 (new) pages into CH III after deleting 20 (old) pages because I didn't like the way the story was going.
24 (new) pages into CH III after deleting 20 (old) pages because I didn't like the way the story was going.
Sunday, September 6, 2009
Labor Day
Thursday night I had a really good session. It flowed. I was able to get two or three pages done. It has been slow going since school started but I try to get in some work when I can.
21 pages into Chapter 3.
21 pages into Chapter 3.
Thursday, August 20, 2009
Thursday, August 20
I have been sidetracked by the beginning of school. Managed to get a little work done tonight.
@approximately 16k words
@approximately 16k words
Friday, August 7, 2009
8/7
Slogging through Chapter III. Very important stuff is happening so it's not like I can fly through the writing like I'm writing a battle scene.
I'm going back to work next week. Now we'll see if I can keep up the production/quality.
Know what I've found out though? You can talk and plan and go to writing sites and writing conferences and read book on how to write but in the end you have to sit down and write for hours and days and months and maybe even years and then go through it all again and again until it's as right as it can be. It's an enormous amount of work for the possibility of very little payoff.
Writing is hard work and I love it. Curious.
I'm going back to work next week. Now we'll see if I can keep up the production/quality.
Know what I've found out though? You can talk and plan and go to writing sites and writing conferences and read book on how to write but in the end you have to sit down and write for hours and days and months and maybe even years and then go through it all again and again until it's as right as it can be. It's an enormous amount of work for the possibility of very little payoff.
Writing is hard work and I love it. Curious.
Thursday, July 23, 2009
Chapter II
I keep adding to Chapter II. 9.5k words now. But now, seriously, I think I'm ready to move on to Chapter III. Seriously. I'm gonna do it.
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
Chapter III
Chapter III is coming along.
Bumped up Chapter II to 8.6k words.
Made some good progress today.
Bumped up Chapter II to 8.6k words.
Made some good progress today.
Wednesday, July 1, 2009
Saturday, June 27, 2009
30 pages
Chapter one has been first drafted and now I am working hard on chapter two. Chapter one was only fifteen pages long. Chapter two is going to be quite a bit longer it seems. I am having a good time writing this up. I hope it does well.
Saturday, May 16, 2009
Updizzle 5/16
16 pages and counting. Doing a lot more editing as I go this time around. 4k words now.
Friday, May 1, 2009
Sunday, April 26, 2009
Saturday, November 8, 2008
Saturday, September 20, 2008
The Redux Part II
This is the new manuscript. Same world. Some of the same characters. Different story. This is rough draft. It is unedited. Comments are welcome.
-matt
I was taken violently from my home world like so many others but I was ignorant as to why. I was unaware of the vast system of checks and balances that keeps the omniverse in a constant and tenuous state of equilibrium. I was merely currency, another flesh-coin from some out world forced to pay tribute to the mighty Telek.
“Ted,” I whispered, “you there?” Stifled sobs echoed off of the cold metal walls.
“We’re dead man, dead.” A voice whispered in the darkness.
“Ted,” I whispered again, “Ted, you there?” Someone close by was mumbling what might have been a prayer. I felt along the wall whispering Ted’s name as I went.
“We’re dead. This is it. This is hell.” The voice was louder this time.
“We’re not dead you idiot. We’re in some kind of cell.” A soft voice from the black answered the morbid fellow. “This is some kind of holding tank.” Knuckles rang against metal.
“Stop it you fool,” a woman cried, pleading, “they’ll hear you.” Fear crept into my mind. Fear of what kept us trapped. Only once had the deep blackness been breached. A circle of light had formed and in that circle stood a creature out of nightmare, scales, claws and fangs. It had snatched a gibbering man from the floor and dragged the poor fellow screaming into the shining circle, the death circle. Then the light had winked out silencing the man’s pleas for help. Everyone began whispering after that.
The silence was palpable as I waited in the cold darkness, waiting for the death circle to shine down again like God’s wrath. Silence for an hour, then two. I renewed my voyage through the sea of bodies whispering for Ted. Listen, whisper, listen always keeping one hand on the solid metal wall. Despite the numbing sensation I experienced after only a few minutes contact with the freezing surface I refused to step away. The wall was the one remaining bastion of reality in the waking nightmare in which I found myself.
As I passed I could feel knots of bodies, people crouching in groups of three or four, whispering, crying, huddled together for warmth. Other travelers passed by me unseen whispering the names of friends or loved ones, groping through the blackness for a familiar touch, testing the air a lover’s perfume or the scent of a favorite soap.
The smell of stale alcohol announced Ted’s presence a full three seconds before his rasping whisper.
“Fin, over here.” Ted’s voice floated from the left, away from the wall. I reluctantly left the cold metal behind and blindly pushed off into the sea of bodies. As I waded through the press frightened whispers rose around me like fog, writhing in the cold air before being overtopped by uncontrolled whimpers and sniffling sobs. Ted’s smell grew stronger. It was the scent of a hopeless addict, a body that has become so saturated with alcohol that it exudes the smell of old liquor.
“Ted.” I ventured a whisper and the answer came from less that a foot away in the darkness. I crouched and shuffled over next to him. He was not alone. An unfamiliar grunt sounded in my ear as shoved in next to Ted.
“Hey old friend,” he whispered. I could see his sardonic smile in my mind as he spoke and even though the utter darkness kept me from seeing the genuine article I was reassuring knowing that Ted had kept his sanity in the face of the situation in which we found ourselves.
“Who’s there?” A female voice thick with fear called softly from my right. I thought it was the same woman who had begged for quiet earlier, but in my exhausted state it was hard to tell.
“He’s a friend, Jackie. Ted, meet Jackie. Jackie, this is my friend Fin.” Ted sounded like he was still drunk.
“Pleasure,” I whispered. Jackie grunted.
“Jackie thinks we have been abducted by aliens,” Ted whispered quietly in my ear.
“Well, the wall goes all the way around. There are no doors, or windows. There aren’t even any rivets or seems from what I could tell. It’s perfectly smooth.
“What about near the death circle?” Ted ventured. “There has to be some kind of doorway or hatch or something.”
“I’m not even sure where the circle was and even if I did know where it was I’m wouldn't going near that spot. Did you see what happened?”
“Yeah.” Ted suddenly sounded very sober.
“What do you think that thing was?” I asked.
“How should I know?” Frustration tinged with fear edged Ted’s response. I quickly changed the subject.
“O.K., what do you remember about how we got here?”
“Fin, we’ve been over this a hundred times already.”
“Let's make it one hundred and one.”
Ted sighed vodka. “I was at Julio’s. I called you to come pick me up because I was drunk and that red headed tart, what was her name? Wanda? Wilma?” Air moved around me as Ted shook his head in an attempt to clear his thoughts. “Whatever, that red headed tramp stole all my coin and my multi-pass and I needed a ride home. Next thing I know you’re there. I pass out and wake up in this freezing hole with a bunch of other people.”
His story sounded the same as the last two times I made him tell it. I had shown up at Julio’s in the pre-dawn hours to take him home. I was furious at the time. Ted was my friend, but I would have been furious about having to get out of bed at three in the morning to pick up my own mother, let alone a sloppy drunk who had vomited in my vehicle on more than one occasion. I had passed out as well, though I hadn’t had a drop to drink that night.
-matt
I was taken violently from my home world like so many others but I was ignorant as to why. I was unaware of the vast system of checks and balances that keeps the omniverse in a constant and tenuous state of equilibrium. I was merely currency, another flesh-coin from some out world forced to pay tribute to the mighty Telek.
“Ted,” I whispered, “you there?” Stifled sobs echoed off of the cold metal walls.
“We’re dead man, dead.” A voice whispered in the darkness.
“Ted,” I whispered again, “Ted, you there?” Someone close by was mumbling what might have been a prayer. I felt along the wall whispering Ted’s name as I went.
“We’re dead. This is it. This is hell.” The voice was louder this time.
“We’re not dead you idiot. We’re in some kind of cell.” A soft voice from the black answered the morbid fellow. “This is some kind of holding tank.” Knuckles rang against metal.
“Stop it you fool,” a woman cried, pleading, “they’ll hear you.” Fear crept into my mind. Fear of what kept us trapped. Only once had the deep blackness been breached. A circle of light had formed and in that circle stood a creature out of nightmare, scales, claws and fangs. It had snatched a gibbering man from the floor and dragged the poor fellow screaming into the shining circle, the death circle. Then the light had winked out silencing the man’s pleas for help. Everyone began whispering after that.
The silence was palpable as I waited in the cold darkness, waiting for the death circle to shine down again like God’s wrath. Silence for an hour, then two. I renewed my voyage through the sea of bodies whispering for Ted. Listen, whisper, listen always keeping one hand on the solid metal wall. Despite the numbing sensation I experienced after only a few minutes contact with the freezing surface I refused to step away. The wall was the one remaining bastion of reality in the waking nightmare in which I found myself.
As I passed I could feel knots of bodies, people crouching in groups of three or four, whispering, crying, huddled together for warmth. Other travelers passed by me unseen whispering the names of friends or loved ones, groping through the blackness for a familiar touch, testing the air a lover’s perfume or the scent of a favorite soap.
The smell of stale alcohol announced Ted’s presence a full three seconds before his rasping whisper.
“Fin, over here.” Ted’s voice floated from the left, away from the wall. I reluctantly left the cold metal behind and blindly pushed off into the sea of bodies. As I waded through the press frightened whispers rose around me like fog, writhing in the cold air before being overtopped by uncontrolled whimpers and sniffling sobs. Ted’s smell grew stronger. It was the scent of a hopeless addict, a body that has become so saturated with alcohol that it exudes the smell of old liquor.
“Ted.” I ventured a whisper and the answer came from less that a foot away in the darkness. I crouched and shuffled over next to him. He was not alone. An unfamiliar grunt sounded in my ear as shoved in next to Ted.
“Hey old friend,” he whispered. I could see his sardonic smile in my mind as he spoke and even though the utter darkness kept me from seeing the genuine article I was reassuring knowing that Ted had kept his sanity in the face of the situation in which we found ourselves.
“Who’s there?” A female voice thick with fear called softly from my right. I thought it was the same woman who had begged for quiet earlier, but in my exhausted state it was hard to tell.
“He’s a friend, Jackie. Ted, meet Jackie. Jackie, this is my friend Fin.” Ted sounded like he was still drunk.
“Pleasure,” I whispered. Jackie grunted.
“Jackie thinks we have been abducted by aliens,” Ted whispered quietly in my ear.
“Well, the wall goes all the way around. There are no doors, or windows. There aren’t even any rivets or seems from what I could tell. It’s perfectly smooth.
“What about near the death circle?” Ted ventured. “There has to be some kind of doorway or hatch or something.”
“I’m not even sure where the circle was and even if I did know where it was I’m wouldn't going near that spot. Did you see what happened?”
“Yeah.” Ted suddenly sounded very sober.
“What do you think that thing was?” I asked.
“How should I know?” Frustration tinged with fear edged Ted’s response. I quickly changed the subject.
“O.K., what do you remember about how we got here?”
“Fin, we’ve been over this a hundred times already.”
“Let's make it one hundred and one.”
Ted sighed vodka. “I was at Julio’s. I called you to come pick me up because I was drunk and that red headed tart, what was her name? Wanda? Wilma?” Air moved around me as Ted shook his head in an attempt to clear his thoughts. “Whatever, that red headed tramp stole all my coin and my multi-pass and I needed a ride home. Next thing I know you’re there. I pass out and wake up in this freezing hole with a bunch of other people.”
His story sounded the same as the last two times I made him tell it. I had shown up at Julio’s in the pre-dawn hours to take him home. I was furious at the time. Ted was my friend, but I would have been furious about having to get out of bed at three in the morning to pick up my own mother, let alone a sloppy drunk who had vomited in my vehicle on more than one occasion. I had passed out as well, though I hadn’t had a drop to drink that night.
Sunday, August 10, 2008
Chapter One Done
The Good: The first draft of a section I have tentatively titled Chapter One is finished and I am moving on.
The Bad: My already slow production (31 pages) will slow even more due to my going back to work.
The Ugly: I love writing. I hate writing. It's the best/worst thing I do. It is fulfilling and frustrating.
Things are going good, so far, and I may send out more manuscript soon to my lucky guinea pigs...I mean friends.
The Bad: My already slow production (31 pages) will slow even more due to my going back to work.
The Ugly: I love writing. I hate writing. It's the best/worst thing I do. It is fulfilling and frustrating.
Things are going good, so far, and I may send out more manuscript soon to my lucky guinea pigs...I mean friends.
Friday, July 25, 2008
7/25-25 Pages In
I started on 6/25 and here we are a month later and I have 25 pages done. Considering I was gone in Michigan for a week over that time and also sick for a few days that trasnslates to about a page a day. And that translates to a long way until done. I estimate that this manuscript will be longer than Chosen and Chosen was 68,766 words long. This project is currently at 5,342 words so I have lots of work to do.
I'd better go write.
I'd better go write.
Friday, July 18, 2008
Monday, June 30, 2008
Thoughts
Please let me know your thoughts/comments/critiques on the manuscript in the comments section of this post.
I know that you only had a small amount of text to review but your thoughts are appreciated.
I know that you only had a small amount of text to review but your thoughts are appreciated.
Friday, June 27, 2008
Manuscript
I know I said I wasn't going to start on the manuscript until I had the whole story mapped out and I do, mostly. I started on it anyway and got about five pages of draft done over the last couple of days along with some good editing. Yuisa and I went over the manuscript so far yesterday evening and she had some good comments.
If you would like a sample of the manuscript (those of you who have requested my work in the past) I will happily e-mail the work out to you.
If you would like a sample of the manuscript (those of you who have requested my work in the past) I will happily e-mail the work out to you.
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