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Sunday, August 5, 2012

Writing Day


I attended my very first writing day at the Mustard Seed Retreat July 26. When I first got there, I wasn’t quite sure what to expect.

The retreat and yard surrounding it are lovely. It’s an old farmhouse with beautiful flowerbeds around it. Lots of cats and kittens roam around and really like to get attention. A red barn is outside and Miss Pam (the lady in charge) said that she holds classes out there.

Inside the retreat is just as nice as the outside. There is a small kitchen, where candy, fruit and drinks are kept for the writers. Miss Pam has three different rooms set aside for writing. One it a library and has a shelf of books and a whiteboard. Emily and I had a good time doing some character development on the whiteboard near the end of the day.

I arrived at 10 AM. Miss Pam greeted me at the door and showed me around the house. Reagan  had already arrived and Emily texted me to say she was on her way. I met two of the other writers who were there that day and settled myself on the couch in the library. It was such a quiet environment that it was actually a little hard for me to concentrate the first 15 minutes or so. I’m used to being at home with my siblings running around and playing, so it was definitely a switch.

Before lunch (around 2 PM) I managed to get about 1,000 words written using my new idea for ‘Freedoms Bonds’ (look for a post on that in the near future). During lunch, the 6 writers sat around and chatted.

Reagan and I got some brainstorming done for a futuristic, dystopian, sci-fi idea we had. I’m not going to say too much about the idea though. I decided, for now at least, that all of you who read my blog (all 8 of you :P) will be kept in suspense.

A huge storm blew in around 3:00 and we got a little distracted. At least, the four females who were there did. One girl left after lunch, so there were only five of us at that point. It was raining so hard that sheets of water were pouring down the windows. The internet access went out, followed shortly by the electric. The electric only stayed out for 5 minutes. I don’t know about the internet.
No,this isn't the storm. I just thought this was an interesting picture.


Starting around 4:45, I started to lose any ability to focus. I think that’s when the coffee kicked in. It was either the coffee or the tiredness from the fair week. Either way,  Emily and I were struggling to find any semblance of focus. So what do writers do when having focusing issues? Character development, of course!

We used Emily’s medieval character and my futuristic character and started it on the whiteboard. For some reason, my character was a grouch. Maybe it was just because I don’t know a whole lot about her yet. The two of us had quite a lot of fun, since some of the things my character (Alexis) mentioned, were things that Emily’s character (Kesiah) had never heard of before. Take nail polish for example. Alexis was complaining that her nail polish chipped and Kesiah couldn’t figure out what she was talking about and why her nails were an unnatural color.

Overall, I absolutely loved being able to go somewhere and just write for a day. I wrote 2500+ words, edited and read both Em and Reagan’s chapters, brainstormed with Reagan and character developed with Emily. I’m anticipating the next writing day very much.


Friday, April 13, 2012

Scene from Freedom's Bonds - Chapter 1

Hatred contorted his face as he stared at me in disbelief. We stayed locked in that position, swords above our heads, for several minutes. I stared directly at him and tried to be as intimidating as possible. It was hard considering the fact that I was only five foot four inches tall and he was at least six feet high. I pushed against his sword and threw him off balance for a second. That was all I needed to get the upper hand. I put my sword to his neck and watched as a small stream of blood trickled from the scrape.  

“What are you doing here?” I asked, placing great emphasis on the ‘you’.

“I could ask the same of you. Do you know the penalty for threatening one of the king’s soldiers?”

I scoffed and rolled my eyes. I knew well the penalty – years of work in the labor fields, followed by torture, then death. Yes, I knew of it. Still, it didn’t keep me from challenging this one.

“Of course I know the penalty. Only a brainless person would threaten a soldier knowing the penalty.”

He smirked and countered, “Then I suppose you are the brainless person.”

I felt the blood rushing to my face as I tried to keep my anger under control. Withdrawing my sword and re-sheathing it, I replied, “No. I am not the brainless person. I am simply protecting whatever freedom we might have left in this land. Which is near none.”

The soldier took this opportunity to scurry for his sword and picked it up without stopping. I had expected this and so I readied myself for his attack. He raced towards me, twirling his sword in an intricate pattern. I recognized it from the training I had done when still living in the palace and reacted with the same series of intricate twirls.

Steel clashed on steel as our swords met, still moving so fast they were almost a blur. Sweat poured down my brow as I fought him. I had never fought someone as strong as this, but then again, I hadn’t fought someone for a while. The last time I used my sword was against some wild animals that attacked our village, but they were no match for me. This general…he was different.