Monday, 29 December 2014

Stories and their titles...

Titles are always tricky creatures for me, which is annoying as a story often doesn't feel like one until it has a title that fits with it. Usually, the title pops up rather quickly, but my current WiP has bounced around as "the story with the elf in it", or just "elf story", for several months now. It doesn't describe what it is about. In fact, I've had a hard time trying to figure out what would.

I also tend to wind up with titles that basically refer to the Main Character. A lot. Granted, I've also got titles that aren't along that vein, but they are few and, surprisingly, they're also all sequels.

But most recently, whilst I was trawling through the shops looking for a few Boxing Day additions for my bookshelves, I'd an epiphany. Well ... if I'm honest, a certain pointy-eared Main Character and a title popped into the forefront of my mind. I know the character even if I don't know much else.

And just what was the title he gave me?

 Through Smoke and Fire

So now my newest WiP has a title. What I don't have is a reason as to why my current work should be called that. Is it referring to the end part of the story? I have no idea. Do you know how annoying that is? Very! It's officially bugging me in ways I don't like to be bugged.

So yay for a title. Now I just have to make sense of it...

Wednesday, 24 December 2014

So ... this is Christmas...

Or it will be ... tomorrow.

Wait ... what? It is really?
*Looks at calendar*
Egads! Sometimes, I'm certain I skipped part of this year somewhere along the way. All I know is that the months managed to seem both too short and too long. And these last few weeks have whizzed by without so much as a "how do you do?" but the presents were all bought before the rush and I've got the last bit of shopping done.

So all there's left for me to do is wish all of you happiness on your holidays, whatever you celebrate, and many good wishes for the New Year.


Now bring on that Christmas arguing! 'Tis the season to bicker, after all...

Sunday, 21 December 2014

WHAM!

Saturday, 20th December.

It's around 9:30 PM. I'm sitting there, staring calmly at the TV. The characters from Dragon Age: Inquisition are running across the screen and I'm focusing on nothing more important than which mission to do next. Hell, after a day of battling the entire city for the last of my daughter's gifts and picking her up from a friend's Christmas party, I'm practically half asleep. I may even have dozed off at some point, I'm not certain.
Then...

BAM!

In strides my muse, she came back from her little vacation some time ago and, although I kept her happy pottering with various fan-fictions, she's about had it with my complete inattention to the stories floating around my computer.
Her response to this offence? Dangle a little morsel before me like some damn carrot. A scene for the story I'm still figuring out the bloody world-building for (she doesn't like to think small, I'll give her that).

There's flaming apples involved (literally, the person responsible is a magic-wielder) and one piece that had me turning off the game to go write. Actually write, like pencil applied to paper, which is always a damn mess and a pain to figure out later.

The piece?


"Right in my father's house. Can you imagine? The utter nerve of him." Giving a disgusted snort that was at odds with the elegance of her attire, she unclipped her cape and tossed the heavily embroided fabric over a chair in her usual careless fashion.
The chair tipped back and fell with a dreadful clatter.
Undeterred, Adyia marched across the room, her skirts swishing hypnotically with each step. The shimmering reminded him of the exotic birds in the temple gardens; bright and slightly on the tasteless side. She turned her back to him. "Unlace me."


Yup. That's it. Even better: I've only a vague idea what she's mad about.
I swear, the weirdest things make me sit up and write, but a puzzled me always makes for a happy muse.

Sunday, 14 December 2014

777 Challenge...

Loni Townsend went and tagged me in the 777 challenge. For those unfamiliar with the challenge ... you choose a WiP, go to the 7th page, scroll down to the 7th line, and share the next 7 lines or so.

Now, I've been puddling about with various fan-fiction shorts from the whole Dragon Age franchise, but I can't use any of them for this for several reasons 1) they're not works in progress, but rather already published on various sites, even then 2) only one actually goes beyond seven pages and 3) I went to the seventh page ... let's just say there's a reason I put mature tags on that one in all the places it's posted. *ahem*

So, I guess it's a piece from Dark One's Bride, the sequel to Dark One's Mistress.
Writing it has sputtered for a little while as I've yet to think of exactly how I want the city of Endlight to appear beyond a few details I filled in for the last chapter, but without a clearer picture, I cannot finish my current scene and that needs to happen. I need to go stare at pictures and think for a bit.
On the flip-side, I've all the chapters plotted and they make sense. Yay!


Anyhow, onto the excerpt!



Beside her, the pregnant woman snorted. "Show off." Her hands fastened around Clara's wrist in a grip that threatened to cut off her circulation. "Let us retire to the solarium whilst my girls make the final preparations to your chambers."
Forced to keep up with the woman or let them fall, Clara stumbled her way up the stairs in silence.
"Lucias insisted you have your own space until the wedding," the woman went on, seemingly oblivious to everything else. "It's sparked such fuss with the court. So many wish to know why."
Another woman took her place on Clara's other side, claiming her free arm in a similar possessive grip. "He's got to have somewhere to steal her from."



Not the grandest, I know...

Now, I'm meant to tag someone else, but I've been out of the loop for so long what with my intermittent internet and junk. I barely remember what I was doing let alone who I was following and what they're up to. So ... I may randomly tag people at a future date.