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Sharing My Unedited Writing Experiences & Life Experiences.

Date

April 12, 2016

Dialogue Prompt: Village Unprotected

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I watched the show The Last Kingdom last night. I couldn’t stop and ended up watching the whole first season. I love the show, characters, and the history. What I loved the most though was the dialogue. The words were crisp and everyone moment someone talked it was with meaning. Gah! I want season 2 so bad!!!

Anyways, this dialogue prompt is a piece of the first episode that just continues running through my head. It is where Uhtred’s father is giving Uhtred some words about being an Elderman before the Danes (Vikings) start causing issues…

I recommend watching the show in Netflix if you have the time. 🙂

Child of the Light FREE on Smashwords

So, I did this a while back but I believe I should post again about CotL being free. I have plenty of reasons why I’ve made my first book free, but the main reason is I wanted to make my book free so anyone and everyone who wanted to read it could.

Child of the Light is 259 pages long. YA Fantasy Fiction – with what I’ve been told are entertaining characters living within a deep but not over-saturated detailed world.

Of course this is what I heard but according to my reviews people seem to enjoy it:

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So, again, I welcome you to download the free e-book at Smashwords and explore the world of Gaitan like so many others have done. Also don’t forget to comment and rate my book – I love hearing what people think of my work good, bad, or anywhere in-between. 🙂

DOWNLOAD FREE BOOK HERE 

Bits of Book 2:”Repent an’ I’ll forgive yah”

There was the crackling of explosions in the distance. The familiar echoing of cries muffled by the clashing of metal. His back was wet as his head pounded. He looked up at the burnt sky. A funnel of smoke snaked across his view.

This wasn’t Menk.

Sitting up, he felt the put of his stomach sink. The blood was in the air as blue tattered capes flapped in the wind. The noble war beasts lay like burial mounds as he pulled himself to his feet. He spun, trying to make sense of what he was seeing. He couldn’t possibly be back here. It had been years since he stood knee deep in his personal hell.

“Foe…” he heard his name across the field as he bolted in the direction.

This wasn’t real. This couldn’t have been real.

He stopped, seeing the young man pinned under the black beast. Blood dripped from his lips staining his ginger beard. A gash was across his forehead and his crown was buried behind him in the muck.

“Cain,” Foe gasped, leaping into action to pry away the creature laying atop of the King. “Stay still, me boy. I’ll get yah free.”

“Boy?” Cain gave a moist laugh, spitting blood across the front of his armour. “I’m older than yah. Must’ve hit yar head harder than yah thought, eh?”

Foe forced a laugh, pulling the man out of the muck before collapsing beside him. This scene haunted his dreams but never with such detail. He could feel the mud seeping into his boots and squishing between his fingers as he leaned his weight back.  Blood filled the air, along with the sulfur they used in the pop pots. His eyes burnt from the smoke, and ears still faintly buzzed from the explosion.

“I shouldn’ve listened to yah,” Cain croaked. His emerald eyes peered up to the sky. They glistened with tears as they ran down his temples and into his matted locks. “We’d be alive if not for yah.”

“Aye, I know…” Foe breathed heavily through his nose, pressing his eyes shut. He didn’t need some bloody nightmare to remind him of his guilt.

He had pushed for a frontal assault. He had believed he had thought everything through. He had considered their enemy but it was his allies that he had forgotten to count.

They lit the pop pots early. The explosion went off before they had cleared the field. He had convinced them of the plan. He had given the signal to light the pots. It was his fault.

“Rio, Mac, Der, Javi… Me,” Cain listed, “we’re all dead cause of yar stupid mistake. Yah know how good the world would be if I was still alive. If I was still King we’d ‘ave pushed the lines… not sit like me brother’s doin’.”

“I know… yah don’ think I know…” Foe growled, “not a day goes by that I don’ think of what happened. I would do anythin’ to right me wrongs. I’d do anythin’ to bring yah peace.”

“Repent,” Cain muttered, struggling to reach for his dagger. His fingers wrapped around the hilt as he pulled it from the sheath. The silver blade glistened like fire in the dim dank trenches. “Repent an’ I’ll forgive yah.”

Listen to Your Intuition

When people ask how I can come up with my ideas or how can I write what I write, I tell them ‘I don’t know’. Most of the time I don’t remember what I’ve written when I’m done a chapter. When I start to write it feels like pulling teeth, trying to pull each word out as I slam my fingers firmly down on the keyboard. It’s after a couple of minutes my fingers pick up speed and my brain shuts off where I find that I can’t stop myself.

Mr. Canuck has experienced times where I’m sitting typing away, he asks me a question, and I’m talking to him like I’m not even typing while I’m typing away. “My hands are possessed”, he says in a joking manner… but I don’t think he’s wrong.

I get to the point in my writing that I don’t let getouttathewayme brain write any more. My brain will come back for the editing process when it’s more useful but in the time of writing drafts something else takes over and I think that’s my intuition.

Before I get into writing any of my stories I have a plan laid out. I know what I want for my characters and how the book ends but getting to those points are a complete mystery to me. I’ve been known to go back and re-read my chapters dozen of times by the time the first draft is over because I didn’t know what I wrote. In a sense that helps me get into the mind of my readers. If it doesn’t make sense to me, it won’t for them. If I’m not feeling any emotional connection, neither will my readers.

In the end, intuition is what guides us on this busy path called life. Is it any surprise that it would help you guide your characters lives as well?

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