writing again!
I'm writing again! I threw 2500 words down onto paper and screen in the last two days, and have more pouring out of me whenever I get to sit still. I have meetings and a class today, so it'll be intermittent notebook scribbling, but it's happening! It's exciting!
I'm also feeling so much less depressed and more pro-active, which can only lead to good things. I still have all the same reasons to be depressed and frantic, but I am starting to envision ways to get over them.
When I get back from Thanksgiving and the board meets, I will know for certain what my next steps will be. I can't keep going like this without some other work.
In any case, this is supposed to be a post about writing! Snippet below, totally raw, from my unfiltered brain straight to the page.
He stopped, not because he didn't have more to say, but because he didn't know why he was saying any of it. No words could do justice to his home, just as no words of hers could have prepared him for the beauty of this room.
He stared out at the water for a long time, lost for how to continue. For her part, she seemed content to let him stare. He leaned his head against the windowframe and looked at her. "Why did you agree to this betrothal?"
She held his eyes for a moment, then turned away, looking into the room. She pulled her knees in to her chest and wrapped her arms around them. It was a childlike pose, a challenge to the legend of her power and temper. "My agreement was not required. Only my obedience."
He didn't believe that for a moment. She was 24 years old, a magus in her own right, respected in circles of power for her accomplishments as a youth. No king, not even her father, could order her unwilling obedience. She need not marry to secure the succession -- her brother was well on his way to siring his dynasty with his exotic and beautiful wife. Rhean had heard the rumors of Ilenea's anger over the betrothal. Why had she still signed the contract? "What power does your father have over you to command obedience now? Or did you seek to save your sisters from such a fate? Wed to the Madman of the West?" The younger princesses were in play, now, both of them having come to adulthood.
I'm also feeling so much less depressed and more pro-active, which can only lead to good things. I still have all the same reasons to be depressed and frantic, but I am starting to envision ways to get over them.
When I get back from Thanksgiving and the board meets, I will know for certain what my next steps will be. I can't keep going like this without some other work.
In any case, this is supposed to be a post about writing! Snippet below, totally raw, from my unfiltered brain straight to the page.
He stopped, not because he didn't have more to say, but because he didn't know why he was saying any of it. No words could do justice to his home, just as no words of hers could have prepared him for the beauty of this room.
He stared out at the water for a long time, lost for how to continue. For her part, she seemed content to let him stare. He leaned his head against the windowframe and looked at her. "Why did you agree to this betrothal?"
She held his eyes for a moment, then turned away, looking into the room. She pulled her knees in to her chest and wrapped her arms around them. It was a childlike pose, a challenge to the legend of her power and temper. "My agreement was not required. Only my obedience."
He didn't believe that for a moment. She was 24 years old, a magus in her own right, respected in circles of power for her accomplishments as a youth. No king, not even her father, could order her unwilling obedience. She need not marry to secure the succession -- her brother was well on his way to siring his dynasty with his exotic and beautiful wife. Rhean had heard the rumors of Ilenea's anger over the betrothal. Why had she still signed the contract? "What power does your father have over you to command obedience now? Or did you seek to save your sisters from such a fate? Wed to the Madman of the West?" The younger princesses were in play, now, both of them having come to adulthood.