A small hole

I thought I had most of Kirya planned in my head when I started writing it, not uncommon when I'm writing longer stuff. At the end of chapter 18, however, I realized that I, like Shemhazai, was without direction, and that I was dangerously close to losing that link to Kirya herself that I'd fought through 17 chapters to build. She's a very difficult character for me to hold on to. I realized that where I'd thought I had a small hole in my planning, easy to fill, I had a gap the size of Australia. But despair not. It took a while to work up the courage, and then I dedicated every moment my brain wasn't occupied for two days to stitch something together. That's how it feels, like picking up pieces, maybe like pieces of a map that someone's cut up to fit in envelopes then sent to me in the wrong order. I have to stitch them together, and then I look at the map and go wow, this is awesome. So then, making an uncut, unstitched copy of the map, I wrote chapter 19, which funnily enough you won't get to see until I've written 20 and 21. The side effect is that this story is getting longer and longer, but also that I finally feel I've pinned Kirya down to who she really is. So have faith that there is a plan, and it is coming along nicely, and, wow, it is awesome.

Somewhat out of synch then, I post ch16-18. I didn't post them before because before my fantastic stitching, I was convinced they were crap. That's usually my sign that I need to think about where to go next. And, well... I hope this plot still intrigues you. Let me know what you think of the new twists and turns... if they are twists and turns.

Right, didn't have time this morning, but I just want to point the attention towards the update panel. Finally Kirya is underway after a stupid pause during which I've been doing many things but none of them producing any tangible results. Otherwise there's some stuff going on in my private life, some of them sad, so I'm not sure I'll be blogging quite as regularly for a while. Not that it matters.

I'll probably be holed up here writing, though, to the satsifaction of my peers, since emotional periods mean more dedication to my work. Stay tuned, have fun. I'll see you around.

Creative breakdown

Hehe, first I pick on you guys for not blogging, then I sigh because I suddenly have to read lotz.

My writing is behaving strangely. (In case anyone wondered what happened to Kirya.) For one, I am nullifying the latest Chapter, The Way Through Heaven, because... well, I had plans, and I have new plans, and all in all no plans I ever make add up correctly, and I just think half of the chapter is the victim of inconsequential and very bad writing, especially the ending.

The better, more professional form my writing gets, the more crap I write. Or rather; the better I know I can do, the harder I judge what I do until the smallest story turn into a novel project on life and death. And Kirya has hit a wall because Shemhazai is important, and I have to make him important without fucking up Kirya's importance, and I seem to have lost all contact with Obon's personality, and I'm just too fucking hard on myself.

And I'm writing this because I just copied the Kirya-file from my hard-drive to my memorystick and forgot that it was the file on the stick that was the latest version so I have just lost the remake of the latest chapter as well as two pages of the next. Shoot me. No seriously. Either shoot me or get me a boyfriend (perferrably doubling as muse), because anything in-between and I'll go raving mad.

It will take me days to recover from this (I know this from experience with lost texts). And I don't have days. Christmas break is soon over! Dammit.

Sorry Kirya-fans!

Sorry you guys! This is the first time I haven't kept the 1chapter/week ratio since I started Kirya. I won't point the blame on something else; I've just been distracted and utterly uninspired. My life seems to exist in waves of different aspects, and while I've been in the creative flow for a really long while now, it seems life has continued on into the nerdy phase where all I can think about is silly flash games, monitor reviews and statistics, difficulty level of Dawn of War and whether or not I should buy Magna Carta or renew my World of Warcraft account.

I'm sure the tides will turn once I've played myself bored out of my mind with F.E.A.R (oh, what a pun, hahaha), realized Wow is still too expensive and Magna Carta too old to be found, and cleared Dawn of War. But until then, I'm taking a break. Especially since we have to fill a whole compendium with short stories, poems and other trash before Christmas, and since I'm so uninspired I can't seem to write even ten decent poems (it's in Swedish, for pillow's sake, and to fill it I feel now that I will have to use some English poems too, or I'll never make it).

This will also give me time to figure out the details of the Golden Mountains. Killing is fun.

So. I'll be back. Just not right now.

A Way Through Heaven (C7)

I really got to feel how difficult it is to write someone to be good without being pretentious or... just silly cliché now, and I am pretty sure I failed. But. I still like how the chapter turned out, and I have plenty of ideas for chapter 9 now. Only have to get through chapter 8.

And this chapter is actually named "A Way Through Heaven", even if the file says something else -_- I'm too lazy to change it now, since I only post this temporarily, and when I've written chapter 8-9 I'll group them up and post them more seriously.

So here: Chapter 7. And it's probably not like you think it is. =P

Good Deeds

Shemhazai finally cooperates, I have drawn a nice picture of Akibeel, and I successfully defeated the devils of social interaction and went home instead of going on a stupid Halloween party and had the best time eating candy, writing, and watching tv with my mom and my cats. See? Forget being popular, being happy is so much better.

And no, none of you know who Shemhazai and Akibeel are, but you will. Akibeel is such a horrible name, by the way, but I'm still coming to like it now just because of what I'm doing with it. (Well, a certain someone might have heard the names since I have borrowed them and he seems to know everything about absurd and munchy details =P)

And Sara, thank you so much. The little talk we had on the phone about angels and what a good deed is was so simple, but it helped enormously, it finally molded the picture in my head of the angels into something that I can work with. Without it, I would have sat uninspired and frustrated for another week, I'm absolutely certain.

Nyum nyum...

So... if celebrating Father's Day doesn't ruin my plans, I should have the next chapter finished tomorrow. Hehe... I'm starting to set up deadlines for myself... which is scary.

Veronic

I've been posting stupidly many Swedish poems considering this is an English blog, but I just haven't had time to write many English... well, I'm going to post something for more short-term enjoyment anyway:


From the song "Feathers of Angels."
by Leroy Veronic

Through the eyes of the angels
the world must seem dark
with its tempests and trials of life
In the arms of the heavens
beneath showers of light
they must look with surprise on our strife.

Can you see the feathers of angels
raining down like blessings of sky
Can you feel the mercy of angels
to with love correct all gone awry


This is an excerpt from a human-written song in the One World universe, depicting just what humans really think of angels. It'll probably show up in the story too, but I just felt like I've been out of poems for a long while now. =P I don't stand for it, believe me, I'm too dark, but most people think angels are good, right?

Chapter 6

Okay, so chapter 6 is finished. I post it in a package ch 4-6 because it's annoying to have all these shard files put up.

Kirya ch 4-6
(chapter 6 is called "Strength of Borrowed Arms" which I am very proud of since titles are so hard ^^)

And the next chapter is somewhat of a challenge for me to write, I know that already before starting since it's of great significance for the story how I write it (yes, fun huh?) , plus that school starts again tomorrow... which means that my schoolwork will suffer significantly.

Well, Einstein never liked school either.

vagueness of light and darkness

I got to write 3 hours (of which 20 minutes were spent defeating Microsoft Word's ego) while people were at school today. Reol finally found his place, and I finally decided for how Kirya's form of battle will look. ^^ I think that was the last piece of her person as she is now, and I am embarrassingly proud of myself.

I need to add darkness to the darkness, so to say, because I think the image given so far has pictured demons as rather okay creatures, and by human standards they're everything but. It's just the Lifestealers who aren't really demons but have been clumped together with them by humans and angels.
I also need to add light to the light, because so far, angels have appeared like violent one-tracked idiots, and I mean, obviously there's a reason that people think of light and darkness as they do. Angels have helped humanity immensly. But I'll have my opportunity to better their image soon.

I want to write more! =P

Chapter 5

I should have vacations more often =P Wow... life like a real author might be like this... damn, I want it! Got into a flow and here is chapter 5.
Theme of this chapter: Obon <3

Matters of the Closed Fist

I'm not entirely sure of that this chapter is completely finished; if it's too angsty tell me!!! I don't want it to go all whine whine, but there's also truths to be told, and a feeling to be established for the continuation. So you say; but how can we know if it's too angsty until we read the rest? Well, the point is to know if it's too angsty when you don't know the future. So Tell Me! ^^

I feel I need to move on a little, been standing a bit still for a while. But don't want to shorten the style when the beginning has been flowing so nicely. Maybe one or two chapters more, hopefully only one, and a character whom I've been waiting so much for will finally appear! ^^ Not that I'll tell you who that is even when I present him/her, but anyways... =P So bear with me, I have big plans.

**Going on a trip, may not post for five or so days**

Chapter 4

Theme of this chapter: speaking up.

Truth of Words Unsaid (Kirya Chapter 4)

This thing about adding new characters is a delicate business: too many names, even if it's only sidecharacters, confuses a story and dulls the focus. But often people solve this by re-using characters earlier introduces in places where they shouldn't appear naturally, and I refuse to do that. And if the reader knows, automatically, that every character that is introduced has an important role to play, they sit and wait for something big to happen them. That's not how reality is. So I work a lot on what character to add and what to not, and how to have them come and go.

The whole Tales of Ruins sequence (it's actually named One World, Tales of Ruins is just a part) is the story of a world, with all that means considering politics and games for power. I try to make it real, but focus on smaller people caught in the middle, or it would be as fun as reading a history book (Okay, history books are fun, but maybe not *this* fun ^^). Anyway, some stories handle bigger events, like Tales of Ruins, some concern smaller.

And what category does Kirya belong to? You'll find out if you keep reading. :3

Words from Lavender

I still have nothing to write so I'll post an excerpt from chapter 4 that I am exceptionally proud of. ^^

The rest of the day he drew symbols in the sand near the road and connected each one to a sound from his mouth, chaining them together into words and meanings. He showed her how to write her name, and she stared at the strange signs that her own hands had made, who were calling for her from the earth itself. These symbols, in this very order and form, was she, was her and everything she was. Just like the symbols for ‘tree’ incorporated the essence of a tree, and nothing else. A powerful force, that Obon treated most carelessly, hastily scribbling them with a stick.
She was more careful, took her time to form the lines and curves, and watched the word ‘tree’, almost expecting the stem and roots and leaves to spring from the ground. But they didn’t, and she understood that too, eventually, even if Obon said nothing of it. It was not the tree itself that hid within the word, but the spirit of it, a bubbling force swirling invisibly along the spirals of the letters.
And utilizing this force, she could speak.

Soooo... I've actually drawn a Random-Female-Lunar and Keloria today, but on paper, so sorry... but I don't think I could draw those layers and layers of clothes nicely with the tablet. -_- Also I am now editor of the anthology my class writes, collects and prints together. Fun! ^^ Though I don't know what to fill my part of it with: I write novels, not prose or poems, normally. I guess I'll have to write some sort of short story again for it, one that is actually good. =P

On Lunars:

Since I'm pissed as hell at whatever idiot has stolen my PS2 memory card, I really don't feel like elaborating on my mental state. What I really feel like is slowly stabbing someone to death with my fingernails. But nevermind.

Instead, I'll answer some critizism over Falorn.

This is hard without writing an entire essay, but okay. Barbaric: yes. Lunars are rather civilized, but they make an effort to appear simpler in public. They're too proud to sink as low as to appear just stupid, though, so they tend to gravitate toward imitating the "strong and silent" type. The scarce clothing is also a way to show off their tattoos, since more and more complicated tattoos indicate power and authority, as well as a remnant from their tribal days. It is possible by the fact that they have very high resistance to cold. At first sight they may seem *very* barbaric and many fear violence judging them by appearance, but the Lunars emit a friendly, calming aura, especially under moonlight. Get close enough inside that aura, and all you're going to see is a big, blue, favorite uncle, which is a theatre the Lunars are happy to enforce.

Falorn is one of the best, sharpest Lunars. His favorite take on a situation is to rush in to the aid of people (preferrably women) as the perfect, low key gentleman and offer his service to "help" whatever this person may need, only cleverly twisting it to his own advantage. The other Lunars respect his skills, but he is not the most popular character, since sometimes his methods are harsh even for them (which, let me tell you... this guy is not someone you want to meet the real personality of).

Finally, Lunars are vain. They hide it, they deny it, but they are hopelessly vain. The Lunar males noticed that they came off more impressive when they *undressed*, since they are large and muscular of build naturally. (Look at Felahr here -->, he's still a young male, and the other Lunars think he's a skinny mommy's boy.) (The females dress is miles of thin, light cloth draped in all shapes and manners, except the few who fight.)

Blehg... there's loads to say. This is enough to explain the barbaric appearance of them, though. They're not supposed to come off as fair like elves, I hope they didn't in my writing. Just, the aura of a Lunar makes just as much impact on how he appears as his actual features and clothes, only that can't be shown in a picture. And they actually control their auras.

The Reinians have a saying about Lunars: "The only way to know if a Lunar is lying is to kill him. If his ghost seems insulted, then he might have been telling the truth."