Writing Again
It's been a while since I've posted. A long while, actually. It's been even longer since I've written, though, but fortunately I've wrangled my muse in over the last week. A twelve hour drive (back and forth!) to South Carolina gives one time to do that, I suppose. I'm also mostly done with work for the summer. To stave off the boredom that inevitably comes with not working or role playing, I've been forced to write.
I also read a really fantastic book last week. It's sad that I haven't been reading or writing, but hopefully I can change that pattern. A co-worker lent Evelina by Frances Burney to me and I just ate it up. I haven't been that into a book in forever. Burney is a predecessor to Jane Austen (my dear dear Jane) and reading Evelina was like discovering a new Austen book I never knew about. If the 24 hours spent in the car last weekend didn't spark my imagination, than Evelina certainly did.
I've picked up the idea of writing a novel for Jewell again. I basically discarded it when actually faced with the task, but I need to do something to release my creative energy. I've spent the last few days outlining and charting out plot-lines. I haven't gotten very far yet, but at least I'm doing something.
This morning, I wrote the following. Not sure on all the names yet (they're still giving me trouble) or where exactly it fits into the plot I've outlined, but I wrote it anyways:
“Is there anything else you need to reveal to me, my dear?” her grandmother asked in a tone of purely affected concern.
Jewell failed to meet her grandmother’s in a moment of hesitation before standing straighter and nodding. “Yes. I told Stephen my name.”
All calm and collection was lost as Coventina practically threw herself forward and slammed her right first down on the arm of her throne, “You did what?”
Inwardly pleased that she had upset the old broad so, Jewell expounded upon her statement without the smile she felt, “I told Stephen my entire true name.”
Her grandmother slouched back, covering her eyes with her hand. Her tone was bitingly venomous, “You stupid, stupid girl.” Her hand slid from her face as she remarked over her shoulder to the silent statue of Antipholus, “I suppose he will have to be dealt with then.”
Before he was even able to take a step forward to fulfill his lady’s command, Jewell sprung forward towards them both, a silver fire kindled in her eyes. “No! Stephen will not be harmed or our deal is off and I will take each of you down where you stand.” She growled out her possibly empty threat, heedless of the consequences or the futility of her words.
Her grandmother sat upright, indignation at being defied by the little ingrate before her flashing momentarily coloring her expression. The moment passed, though, and she simply sat back and nodded. “Very well, then. Your precious Stephen is not to be touched.” She smiled cruelly even as her granddaughter relaxed her stance. “That is, of course, if he can keep such a precious secret.”
Jewell’s nails bit into her palms as she remembered Stephen’s promise. “He will keep it.”
Coventina simply nodded before gesturing to the pixie who had stood demurely, waiting by the door, throughout the conversation; “Latisse, show the young lady back to her chambers now. I am done with her.” Being effectively dismissed and mollified for the time being by the promises she was able to extract from her grandmother, Jewell followed Latisse from the room with the slightest bow of her head to her grandmother.
Coventina watched her go, scowling once she exited. “Foolish girl!” she exploded again. “This could put all of our plans in jeopardy.”
Antipholus stepped forward since they were alone, placing a calming hand on his lady’s shoulder. “Or it could prove useful if she were to decide to be less than cooperative, m’lady.”
“Yes,” she smiled, relaxing under the touch of her lover. “If she proves to be uncooperative, perhaps we will pay a visit to dear Stephen after all and see how good he really is at keeping secrets.”
I also read a really fantastic book last week. It's sad that I haven't been reading or writing, but hopefully I can change that pattern. A co-worker lent Evelina by Frances Burney to me and I just ate it up. I haven't been that into a book in forever. Burney is a predecessor to Jane Austen (my dear dear Jane) and reading Evelina was like discovering a new Austen book I never knew about. If the 24 hours spent in the car last weekend didn't spark my imagination, than Evelina certainly did.
I've picked up the idea of writing a novel for Jewell again. I basically discarded it when actually faced with the task, but I need to do something to release my creative energy. I've spent the last few days outlining and charting out plot-lines. I haven't gotten very far yet, but at least I'm doing something.
This morning, I wrote the following. Not sure on all the names yet (they're still giving me trouble) or where exactly it fits into the plot I've outlined, but I wrote it anyways:
“Is there anything else you need to reveal to me, my dear?” her grandmother asked in a tone of purely affected concern.
Jewell failed to meet her grandmother’s in a moment of hesitation before standing straighter and nodding. “Yes. I told Stephen my name.”
All calm and collection was lost as Coventina practically threw herself forward and slammed her right first down on the arm of her throne, “You did what?”
Inwardly pleased that she had upset the old broad so, Jewell expounded upon her statement without the smile she felt, “I told Stephen my entire true name.”
Her grandmother slouched back, covering her eyes with her hand. Her tone was bitingly venomous, “You stupid, stupid girl.” Her hand slid from her face as she remarked over her shoulder to the silent statue of Antipholus, “I suppose he will have to be dealt with then.”
Before he was even able to take a step forward to fulfill his lady’s command, Jewell sprung forward towards them both, a silver fire kindled in her eyes. “No! Stephen will not be harmed or our deal is off and I will take each of you down where you stand.” She growled out her possibly empty threat, heedless of the consequences or the futility of her words.
Her grandmother sat upright, indignation at being defied by the little ingrate before her flashing momentarily coloring her expression. The moment passed, though, and she simply sat back and nodded. “Very well, then. Your precious Stephen is not to be touched.” She smiled cruelly even as her granddaughter relaxed her stance. “That is, of course, if he can keep such a precious secret.”
Jewell’s nails bit into her palms as she remembered Stephen’s promise. “He will keep it.”
Coventina simply nodded before gesturing to the pixie who had stood demurely, waiting by the door, throughout the conversation; “Latisse, show the young lady back to her chambers now. I am done with her.” Being effectively dismissed and mollified for the time being by the promises she was able to extract from her grandmother, Jewell followed Latisse from the room with the slightest bow of her head to her grandmother.
Coventina watched her go, scowling once she exited. “Foolish girl!” she exploded again. “This could put all of our plans in jeopardy.”
Antipholus stepped forward since they were alone, placing a calming hand on his lady’s shoulder. “Or it could prove useful if she were to decide to be less than cooperative, m’lady.”
“Yes,” she smiled, relaxing under the touch of her lover. “If she proves to be uncooperative, perhaps we will pay a visit to dear Stephen after all and see how good he really is at keeping secrets.”