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I get to feel amazed that a 180 word emotional monologue turned into an 8k WiP,
Right?
I mean I've only relatively recently started believing people when they say my writing is good (my thanks for those that have helped me regrow some of the self-confidence that was abused out of me as a kid )
But I still kind of get weirded out internally when I look at my writing and go ' I'm proud of this achievement '
The Cantata of the Wild Soul is now officially my longest work at 8k words and a way to go.
Part of me yearns for the validation from being published. But I don't know if I ever will.Trad Publishing is a mess, and I don't have the energy to self publish (I don't even have the energy to keep up with the day job I'm force to work less I want to starve or go homeless)
I'm writing firstly for myself, and I don't know if there's an audience that'll say "You're seen."
#WroughtWorlds 2024 01-05 : World Building :
Do you have'in universe' poetry, prose, or music?
Oh absolutely.
I have a note book rife with songs, folk sayings, nursery rhymes, and etc.
Amara ( #Dulcamara ) ear-wormed me once by singing " 🎶Avrashii! Avrashii! Dance a little dance with me!🎶 "
It took a month to work out the rest of the song.
Then there's things that are a part of a story but not featured in a story. Such as the children's rhyme from #TaRegi / Parthia's village
🎶Ta-regi, ta-regi,
Lurking in the woods,
Ta-regi, ta-regi,
Sleeping in a tree,
Little kids get,
Home by dark,
Or Ta-Re-Gi,
They will see🎶
#WritersCoffeeClub 1/2: Do you have other artistic leanings? How do these affect your writing?
I sketch and draw. Frequently I sketch out apparel for the characters I chronicle such as #TaRegi and #Dulcamara
Even the icon I use for this account is for the NHP (non human person) #531L or "VEIL" as they go by
Being able to draw helps me visualize what the characters describe to me.
Ta'regi's story, Cantata of the Wild Soul, would translate well into a comic book or animated film with how she speaks and relays her story to me.
"The gods aren't much different than you, or I. They can do mighty and magnificent acts with less effort, sure. But they still fall prey to the whims of personality and conflicts." ~ Pintac
"A mindless abomination won't think about its actions. Nor will it worry about the consequences thereof.
You pay a different heed to such things.
A fool may find glory in the slaying of such monsters. They may even build up renown from dispatching them.
Pintac and I never understood those lot. But in kind, I doubt they would understand if either of us tried to explain the difference between the euphoria of hunting your food versus the thrill of besting someone when sparring.
There's no glory to be had in killing something that has become an active danger to your community.
There's no glory even in killing those that upended nature and created the abomination. A sense of justice fulfilled maybe, but no glory to revel in.
Give a wide berth to those that boast of killing, be it beast, or foes upon a battlefield.
Not all monsters understand that they are monsters."
I am the eyes of the forest watching you,
I am the hunting hunger which you flee,
I am the claws that strike as you run,
I am the fangs that tear your throat,
I am the Ta’regi.
Tell me…
Have you ever wondered what goes on while you sleep? I doubt someone like you with leather furniture and this office perfumed by rancid smelling cigars would deign to think of such things.
She barely registered the attack before the twisted claws of its gnarled hand snagged in her clothes and tore into flesh.
The impact picked her off the ground and flung her into a giant cedar bush.
The last thing she heard was Pintac shouting "Par!! Run if you can! RUN!", as the pain bled away her consciousness like a sacrifice to the encroaching evening.
Session 1 for Maggie "Magpie" #Siebyn is later tonight, barring no unforeseen circumstances.
My brain is mapping out & sculpting the events leading to #TaRegi 's inner monologue I posted the other day, and the aftermath that would/will be the springboard for her joining a party.
My druid Amara has a lore dense + complex backstory. Her trauma and mistakes are woven tapestries hanging on the walls of her mind . She grapples with echos of the past and past actions that make her /feel/ monstrous.
Ta'regi however... At the start of whatever campaign she gets to live in, she has already worked through the internal fallout of her choices. She has moved past the despair of thinking "I'm a monster", and firmly understands and embraced that she /is/ a monster. She has made peace that there truly is no path back, and the only direction is forward.
They understood before I did, that the woman known as Parthia Sreting was gone never to return.
I tried to convince myself more than them.
But as a child buried their head into their mother’s shoulder crying “ta’regi,momma, ta’regi!”, I ceased my protest and paid what I thought was the costly price I had been told would come due.
How naive I was to think that would be where the cost stopped adding up.
I was a monster. I was the ta’regi from stories parents told to warn their kids to not venture far into the woods.
Parthia died the day she struck that Faustian deal, I just didn’t understand it as such.
I reigned in the feral instincts roiling in my muscles and sinew.
I was Ta’regi there after, and this was no longer where I belonged.
So I left.
I hold no I'll will towards my village for my exile…
I had crossed a threshold. One for which there was no trail winding back to what was."
I'm over 2000 words ahead of schedule so far, but I know how easy it is to start to fall behind if I don't keep up with my 1667 each day.
I'm still excited and nervous, but hopeful that I can get this done. I can't wait to talk to my therapist on Friday and tell him everything I've done. He'll be so proud. 😆
Just an hour into #Nanowrimo and I've already smashed the 1667 word count goal for today. Two word sprints in with the Nano community and I'm sitting pretty at 2191, but I'll likely add more before the day is out.
I haven't done #Nanowrimo in years, but my therapist strongly encouraged me to get back into writing since it's so much a part of who I am. So, here we go, word fans.
I'm brushing off an old project and reworking it from the ground up, basically a retelling of the origins of Excalibur.