Wednesday, 29 July 2009

New Project, help required.

I don't want to say too much about it yet (track me down on AW or Facebook if you want more info) but I've started working on a new project which I hope will be rather interesting and last for a long time.
The basic story line is that a group of teens decide to go and track down the garden of Eden. It was a suggestion of Race's which I'm hoping to make into a rather fun project.

What I need help with is characters. If you'd like to suggest a character for me simple fill in the from below. I'm looking for everyone required to populate this story so feel free to get creative with it. Race suggested a crazy old aunt who talks to pigs and a close friend of mine suggested a fire and brimstone minister who declares that if they ever find Eden they'll be sent straight to hell.
I'm probably looking for 4 or 5 main characters but all suggestions will be fitted in somewhere.

What I require (you can be as descriptive or vague as you like):

Name:
Age:
Gender:
Looks:
Personality:
Strengths:
Weaknesses:
Fears:
Skills:
Relationship to other characters:
Life situation (school/work etc.):
Background:

Have fun!

Tuesday, 28 July 2009

Teaser Tuesday

Here is a chapter 1 excerpt from THaN. I really like the feelings that come across in this bit and I hope you do too.

She tried not to flinch as her thumb was strapped. A week before the big slave market and she'd been stupid enough to think that they wouldn't have risked punishing them too severely, wouldn't have risked injuring them. After all, who wants damaged goods? What use is a slave who can't produce a high standard of work due to injury? As the other slave finished tying the bandage he reached up to wipe a stray tear from her face, his warm hand soothing her mind. Raising her eyes she sighed and opened her mouth slightly, perhaps to thank him. He leaned forward, cupping her face in his hand. She gulped slightly moving slightly closer. Her eyes locked on his, the feeling behind them entrancing her. He closed his eyes slightly. The moment held, caught like her breath. And then it was over. The door opened and the rest of the slaves piled in, laughing and chatting, focused on settling down for the night. Separating, the two parted and headed for their respective sleeping areas. Each wishing the moment had lasted longer but fearing what would have happened if it had.

Thursday, 23 July 2009

Welcome!

Some of you will be here from my old blog and some will be new. Welcome who ever you are. This blog will hopefully chart my trials and successes and creating something the wonderful public would like to read plus my attempts at gaining a diploma in literature and creative writing.

There's a posting schedule up on the right so you know what is happening when. I'm letting you know now that if I miss a day I'm not going to bother throwing the rest of my schedule off to catch up, I'll apologise and give you an extra big post the next week.

I hope you enjoy reading about this adventure as much as I enjoy it.

Incase your wondering why this welcome is coming after a lot of posts, I've transffered the posts from my old blog across and got rid of the non-writing ones.

Tuesday, 14 July 2009

Teaser Tuesday

Here is the opening for chapter 2 of THaN, enjoy.


The Nest was in the ideal location for the Ravens. Once you had trekked for 3 days through the dangerous woodland you were still faced with the deep pit surrounding the high stone walls. Even they only lead into a courtyard which was always heavily guarded, though mainly to stop people getting out rather than in. As they walked M6 realised this was the first time in 5 years most of them had been outside the Nest's walls. It was a strange realisation. The last time they had travelled this path there had been more of them, scared and confused, no one very sure of what lay in store when they reached their destination. They fear hadn't gone away, they were still heading into the unknown but it was a different type of unknown. This time they knew where they journey would end and, in one way or another, how.

Monday, 13 July 2009

Monthly Writing Challenge - Responce 1

Here are my simple sentences. Try and guess the theme.

  • Last Thursday was... the day it really hit me.
  • It took 3 years... of hard work and saving money to get here.
  • She looked almost... like an angel in her white dress.
  • I was just... overcome with emotion at it all.
  • You should never... attended your daughters wedding in a black dress.

Thursday, 9 July 2009

Inside my mind - new WIP?

"Inside my mind." Is a new section where I'll just post whatever happens to be going through my head. Today it's the premise for a story Race suggested. I doubt much wil ever come from it but who knows.

It started as a stupid conversation on the way home from church; Peter asked the question that would change our lives forever, "If the garden of Eden didn't disappear and wasn't destroyed, where is it now?". If only we had known then just what finding out would cost us, our journey might never have begun.

Tuesday, 7 July 2009

Teaser Tuesday!

This is one of our new features. Every Tuesday (hopefully) I'll be posting a short extract from whatever I'm working on. Today it's my wonderful opening to 'To Have a Name.' Enjoy!


As she stretched to clean the next shelf the criss-cross straps of her slave uniform moved to fully expose the Raven brand on the back of her shoulder. This movement was noticed but not commented on by a balding old man who sat on a stool in the far corner of the room. He was dividing his time between insulting the girl and quizzing her,
"Ingredients and use of Fever Fluid." Without pausing in her cleaning she responded,
"1-part salt, 4-parts sugar, 10-parts water. Used to combat fever. Sir." She dipped her cloth in the bucket of greyish water beside her and began on another shelf. She was used to days like this and had developed a method of blocking out most of what was said, only responding to the questions and nothing else. Sometimes it was hard.
"Also used to clean wounds if the water has been boiled!" The man barked, thumping his foot off the ground. The girl didn't flinch. “When I was given the 10 of you to train, I would have put money on it being you that I got to throw out first,” he snarled, an evil grin forming on his face, “Of course, I still might.” Dip rag. Wring Rag. Clean Shelf. She knew the old man could make good on that threat in so many ways, her stomach tightened as she thought about the poor boy who had been thrown out of their group. It was all rumours really but it had been said that he was a few years younger than her, with the clumsy awkwardness that comes at that age. She knew he had not been transferred which could only mean one thing.
The man continued speaking, his rough voice tearing her back from her thoughts. “The one I did get rid of though, now there was a nuisance. The mistakes he made.” He shook his head, laughing. “He made even you look like an expert.”

Monday, 6 July 2009

Monthly Writing Challenge - July

As a bit of a change from the previous schedule, responses will also be posted on Mondays.

This month's writing challenge is a simple one to ease us back into it and hopefully to spark some ideas. It's very simple, just finish the following sentences in what ever way you choose.

  • Last Thursday was...
  • It took 3 years...
  • She looked almost...
  • I was just...
  • You should never...

Have fun and I'll see you tomorrow for a new weekly (hopefully) feature!