Not Your Typical Weekday Post

I was going to try and think of something quirky and wit-filled to serve as my mid-week post. I enjoy wryness, and as I don’t always have a place for this in my fiction, I like to vent it in these little snippets. I hope I’ve at least brought a twitch to the corner of someone’s mouth.

To be honest, it’s kind of hard to think of something new each week that could be written of in a light manner. I don’t particularly follow topical news, so satire is out of the question. Between my work and writing I don’t get out much, and other than what I read or watch on TV I don’t get the chance to experience a whole wide range of novelty all that often.

Which is all a bit relieving, in a way, because last week I discovered something that I could neither ignore, nor make light of. It was really quite surprising, actually – it came of the back of a hit, a like and a follow on both Satis and The Redemption of Erâth. The person who showed me the consideration of reading (and liking!) my work is a fellow WordPress blogger, and I was struck by their tale.

If I’m being honest, I feel a little tentative about sharing this; I wouldn’t want this person to think I’m trying to send hits their way out of a sense of false sympathy. Don’t misunderstand me; I am deeply disturbed by the experiences they relate, and wish them the best of luck in their continued life. Yet I do not know this person, and would not wish to insult them with pretense. Their writing is strong, and the reality behind it bites. I would have it shared for that, I think.

Sometimes, though, there is material that reaches down your throat and claws at your gut. Words that won’t let go. And the material is the second reason I feel compelled to share this as well. I try to avoid most forms of sexuality in my writing – in what interests me and what I am working on, it has no place. My other story – you know, the one – will take this to a tragic end. Were this the subject of just one of this person’s posts, I would leave it as it is.

But it is not, and this is third reason. This writer has taken a great deal of time and effort to create their blog, and its theme is rather unmistakable. My hope is that the author of this blog will understand the reasons for which I want to share their work. I cannot say I enjoyed it, but I am glad to have found their writing, and will look forward to reading more as it comes. Please take a moment to check it out:

My Body the City: The Secret Life of a Manhattan Call Girl

Best of luck to you, Stella.

Satis

To the Oddest Person I’ve Ever Met

Can you believe it’s already been eight years since we first met? It’s surprising, when you think about it; neither of us knew each other at all all the way back then, and it was coincidence, really – a one in a hundred million chance – that we should even meet. In fact, probably shouldn’t have even happened. Amazing, then, that eight years later, we should still be in touch with each other.

Of course, you didn’t really speak to me much back then. No matter how much I tried to engage you in conversation, all I’d get were monosyllabic responses. I thought this was pretty odd behavior at the time, but I understand now that you were teaching me how to speak clearly, and slowly. How was I to know you had difficulty understanding me? I’ve worked hard at this, you know – everyone comments now on my clarity when I’m delivering a speech or presentation.

Despite that, even today there are times when I don’t really feel you’ve heard what I tried to say. But then, I’ll admit there are plenty of times when I don’t understand you, either. In fact, there are times when I don’t even listen to you.

Please don’t take me to task too much for this; despite the time we’ve spent together, our interests only partially overlap. We do both like reading, we like the same movies, and we both get a good laugh out of toilet humor, but our taste in music couldn’t be more different. Perhaps I’m just being narrow-minded, but honestly – to try and teach me the words to “Dynamite?” I’ll have you know I bought tickets to Iron Maiden last week, and you aren’t invited.

Our relationship hasn’t always been on the best of terms, either. We both get pretty angry with each other sometimes, and then we both sulk and won’t speak to each other for hours. Still, it all comes out in the end, and somehow you always find it in you to forgive me, no matter what I do. In fact, I’m kind of taken aback by just how much you tolerate of my poor behavior. It’s almost like you made some kind of subconscious decision that you’d stay with me no matter what happens. I just hope that lasts another eight years!

You do get jealous, sometimes; I remember the time you freaked out when you saw me kiss my wife. I know you don’t like the thought of us sharing a bed, but you understand: I’ve really made a commitment there, so I’m pretty much stuck with it. On the flip side, you don’t mind my long hair nearly as much, although you did tell me my beard is scratchy. I’m sorry – it’s not coming off for you, or anyone.

Through it all, though, I have to say – and I mean this, really – that knowing you has changed me for the better. You taught me things I never even considered before, and opened my eyes to a wider world. You taught me I could love more than one person, and that it was right to do so. You helped me to stop drinking so much, and got me on the meds I needed after so many years. You got me writing again, when I had all but abandoned it.

The only thing, I think, that really stands in the way is the age difference. Perhaps that’s the root of some of our differences in tastes – you’re more in touch with today’s youth. Still, I wouldn’t give it up for anything, even if people do stare at us holding hands as we walk down the street. What do they know? Things have changed, even compared to when we met. Eight years ago, I was a lifetime younger…and today, you are only eight.

Where I Am with the Redemption of Erâth

So.

I feel I’ve reached a small milestone with The Redemption of Erâth, and thought I’d share a few stats to let you know where things stand. The tale itself, of course, is planned at the moment to span over seven books, and so by that measure I really haven’t even begun yet. But, by my drafts and outlines, I have just touched the halfway mark for Book One, and I’m sort of kind of proud of that, not least because I’ve never committed to anything and seen it through this far before.

Ever.

So, what did it take to get here? Let’s start by ignoring the 50,000-word history of the world of Erâth that I raced through during NaNoWriMo last year. That provided a huge impetus into getting this story out of my head and onto (digital) paper, and allowed me to flesh out the world in which my characters live, and how this world got to where it is now, in the time of my tale. I learned so much about the world of Erâth throughout this process, I feel I have lived there. I was astonished to discover the world was flat, and that ephemeral beings called the Duithèn were responsible for the downfall of the world and its casting into Darkness. I learned of the fall of Goroth, and the role Dragons played in his defeat. I even learned that the king Daevàr of Erârün deceived the king of Kiriün into joining him in battle against the forces of Darkness.

Still, all of that is a prelude to the tale I have to tell of Brandyé Dui-Erâth and his exile from the lands of Consolation. This is the story I have committed to, and this is what my commitment has taken me to so far:

• Chapters: 12/25

• Words: 52,416/100,000

• Pages: 166/300 (I’m not sure why this matters in an eBook)

• Weeks: 10/25 (at one chapter each week)

• Cups of coffee: 150/400

• Brain farts: 23/4

• View on WordPress: 450/1,000,000 (!)

• Korn songs listened to: 1/1

• Sonata Arctica songs listened to: 43/43

• Number of times I’ve annoyed my wife: 103/0

So that’s where I am! I’m feeling pretty good with myself. I hammered out three chapters this week and last, because I will be away for the next ten days and wanted to still share the ongoing tale without pause. These will auto-post each Saturday evening (this seems a popular time – let me know when you read your blogs!).

Hopefully you’ve enjoyed the tale so far, and I can’t wait to find out what happens next. All I can say is, it only gets better from here!

 

Satis