As you know, I've been working on this story for about a year and a half now. And I'm happy (and somewhat embarrassed) to say that I finally have a name for the protagonist of the story. I'd had an initial name, which I didn't like. And eventually that name was reduced to the letter D. Now, This whole time I knew the name had to begin with a D. Someone suggested was that its because my name begins with a D. They might be correct, I don't know. And I can't explain, but I think some of you will understand, but the name had to begin with a D. So I sat down and just ran through various possible endings. And somehow I found the name. Sorry, that should be THE name. And his name is Denoch. Ta da! I know its seems trivial, but this was a big thing for me; the hero of the story finally had a name. BTW, its pronounced den-ick, even though its spelt like Enoch from the Bible. I'm proud of this name :)
The lieutenants sought out this sect, each element to its own respective mortal guardian; each revealing themself and their power. The group, then compelled by forces beyond their own understanding, found themselves united for the first time since the campaign had begun. They had feared such a gathering knowing that it would make themselves a nigh on irresistible target. But that night, they were guarded by the elements themselves. Each bore their tale of their communion with the elemental beings. As were the people, so were their stories unique. The seven lieutenants too, gathered all in that place. They listened to the mortals' tales, reveled in their camaraderie. The lieutenants were humbled by the seven men and women that sat around the fire before them. It was in these seven that the lieutenants saw some hope for man.
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
Monday, March 8, 2010
What is this I am writing in Italics?
This has caused some confusion already amongst my friends so I thought I should explain what I am doing here.The novel I'm writing is currently called The Legend of Seven. This is also the name of the book within the novel. Its important to make the distinction between the novel and the book within the novel. The novel I'm writing is a fiction fantasy. It is about the main characters quest (I guess you could call it) to obtain of of the seven weapons of legend. Each weapon gives the bearer the power over a certain element. If you've been following, you'll know that the first four are the basic elements: earth, wind, fire, water, heart. Ok, not heart, I just a felt a stab of nostalgia there, moving on... So those are the first four, and in the first book we learn that the weapon of earth is the sword, called the Tieraspada. Without giving too much away, this is the first weapon obtained by our protagonist.
The book, The Legend of Seven is owned and read by our protagonist. I'm still not sure whether it will make it into the novel, so I am including parts, if not all of it, on here. Problem is of course, I don't know exactly what I want to put into it or when. It suffices me to say that the book is about the legend of how the powers of the Seven came to be, and how they are obtained. I've loved things like Greek and Egyptian (thank you Stargate) mythology, so its a great experience to be able to create my own. And so our story continues...
But to say that they waged war against men would be folly. To say war would be to indicate that the opposition stood a chance against these elemental beings. It was simply an elimination of a factor in the equation. The lieutenants drew from within their power to find those that abused their gifts. They thought first to commune with them, to convince them of reason, of moderation, of peace. To their utter surprise, the mortal men fought against the lieutenants, turning the powers of the elements against their masters. It was futile, but they would not see it, they sought only the preservation of their own power. The lieutenants would not be defeated; they, being immortal beings, could not succumb to the powers of magic, or of time. With regret, they began to destroy the betrayers of their gifts, destruction being the only option with no way of removing the power from men. The lieutenants would soon learn of a new sect of magic users who were different.
Even before the lieutenants could act, a group of magicians, four sons and three daughters of man, had begun the elements' campaign. They were seven, one for every element, who had grouped together to rein in the chaos that had ensued around them. They too, quickly learned that most could not be reasoned with. But they never fought alone, nor did they travel alone. They became enemies of many around the land, and they were hunted. But unlike most other magicians, they were never alone. As such, they were able to defeat their enemies; for every element has its opposite, every element has its weakness. But as the concourses of enemies grew, their hope and chance of not only winning this war, but surviving it, grew slimmer by the day. For they too, were mere mortals.
The Legend of Seven, chapter 1.
The book, The Legend of Seven is owned and read by our protagonist. I'm still not sure whether it will make it into the novel, so I am including parts, if not all of it, on here. Problem is of course, I don't know exactly what I want to put into it or when. It suffices me to say that the book is about the legend of how the powers of the Seven came to be, and how they are obtained. I've loved things like Greek and Egyptian (thank you Stargate) mythology, so its a great experience to be able to create my own. And so our story continues...
But to say that they waged war against men would be folly. To say war would be to indicate that the opposition stood a chance against these elemental beings. It was simply an elimination of a factor in the equation. The lieutenants drew from within their power to find those that abused their gifts. They thought first to commune with them, to convince them of reason, of moderation, of peace. To their utter surprise, the mortal men fought against the lieutenants, turning the powers of the elements against their masters. It was futile, but they would not see it, they sought only the preservation of their own power. The lieutenants would not be defeated; they, being immortal beings, could not succumb to the powers of magic, or of time. With regret, they began to destroy the betrayers of their gifts, destruction being the only option with no way of removing the power from men. The lieutenants would soon learn of a new sect of magic users who were different.
Even before the lieutenants could act, a group of magicians, four sons and three daughters of man, had begun the elements' campaign. They were seven, one for every element, who had grouped together to rein in the chaos that had ensued around them. They too, quickly learned that most could not be reasoned with. But they never fought alone, nor did they travel alone. They became enemies of many around the land, and they were hunted. But unlike most other magicians, they were never alone. As such, they were able to defeat their enemies; for every element has its opposite, every element has its weakness. But as the concourses of enemies grew, their hope and chance of not only winning this war, but surviving it, grew slimmer by the day. For they too, were mere mortals.
The Legend of Seven, chapter 1.
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
How I write
With my hand. Well it's true! I prefer the feeling of writing by hand. Yes, it does take longer, but that gives me time to really think about what I am writing. And there is something oddly satisfying about scratching out a word you didn't like, or something misspelled, or an ugly cliche. Slamming on the backspace just doesn't have the same effect. And it is convenient because you can write anywhere. For the past year and a half I have always made sure to have some type of notebook with me to write when I get ideas. Any of us who write know how frustrating it is to have this great idea, and then lose it when our mind suddenly wanders off. So anytime I am waiting anywhere (I got a solid 8 hours of writing done at the courthouse when I was waiting for Jury Duty) or bored, I just pull out the notebook and write. I can write anywhere, which can't be said for laptops. I've got nothing against laptops, I just don't have one.
The process in which I find myself concerning the Legend of Seven is typing it up. This is when I can really go over my work and see what I have written. I can add, delete, change and shuffle bits around. This is my personal editing process. I find that I very often forget the words at the end of a sentence or the letters at the end of words. Luckily, it is not hard to relocate the proper endings. Sometimes I really surprise myself when reading over my work; either at my own bone-headedness or my own ingenious...ness. This is my strategy, it may not be perfect, but I like it.
The process in which I find myself concerning the Legend of Seven is typing it up. This is when I can really go over my work and see what I have written. I can add, delete, change and shuffle bits around. This is my personal editing process. I find that I very often forget the words at the end of a sentence or the letters at the end of words. Luckily, it is not hard to relocate the proper endings. Sometimes I really surprise myself when reading over my work; either at my own bone-headedness or my own ingenious...ness. This is my strategy, it may not be perfect, but I like it.
And so it was that the lieutenants granted their power to those who sought them. Men are interesting creatures, they thought, let us see what good they can do. But the lieutenants were most unfamiliar with men, and if it were wise describe them as naive, they would be. So men used their new powers, and it was not long before those powers, those gifts, betrayed them. The ones to whom the gods had entrusted their power had to watch as those same powers brought about the unimaginable destruction and death of many souls. The earth grew ravenous, unfilled by the cities it had devoured. Fire, too, hungered and consumed all that its maw could reach. Water turned to flood, turned to ice, turned to crushing death. Wind would not be outdone however: she blew through the lands, making a collection of homes and crops, families and flocks. The sun made little difference to light and day. Nor to the night and her darkness. Man had the power of the gods, but they lacked the age and the experience of them. The lieutenants, guardians of the foal planet, would intervene.
Chapter 1, The Legend of Seven.
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