'When you look in the mirror, do you really know the person staring back?'
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scrapped doodle for chapter covers that HLK asked me to shine up. Love this sad dude. It's still apt and maybe sometime I'll finish it up down the line for a different cover.
I am going to hold myself from writing till I have it impending in me: grown heavy in my mind like a ripe pear; pendant, gravid, asking to be cut or it will fall. [...] The idea has come to me that what I want now to do is to saturate every atom. I mean to eliminate all waste, deadness, superfluity: to give the moment whole; whatever it includes. I want to put practically everything in: yet to saturate.
Virginia Woolf, from a diary entry c. November 1928
One of the first things I wrote when I made Gail blind was a scene where 6-year-old Lucian threw open a screen door and smacked 4-year-old Gail in the face because Lucian wasn’t paying attention and Gail couldn’t see the door coming, but for some reason neither of them really reacted strongly.
Looking back with consideration for how small children respond to these things, and how painful getting smacked by a screen door is, someone should’ve been wailing.
AUBERON BOOK TWO: IN PURSUIT OF KNOWLEDGE DRAFT ONE
IS COMPLETE!!!!!!!
I finished it yesterday morning (Feb. 11th) but forgot to say here lmao. Book one took 13 months to write; book two took five. No I do not know how that happened.
And now, the hardest part: restraining myself from starting book three until March.
Yay, cool tag game!!! Thank you to @365runesoftheamalgamations for the tag, you can find their post here!
Rules: Post seven lines (or paragraphs, etc) from your WIP, and tag seven people!
I'll tag @worldsfromhoney, @saintedseraph, @stridingwriter, @username-cause-i-need-one, @the-grim-and-sanguine, @halleyuhm, and @erieautumnskies!
I'll post my bit below the cut uwu
Warily, Ashton opened his eyes. Standing in front of him in the doorway was Sutton, now armored. Their sword remained in its sheath, but strapped to their left arm was a magnificent, translucent white shield. It pulsated with clear magical energy, an emblem of intersecting suns sharing a pair of wings visible in the center. The knights beyond the front door stood wary of the mage they were now faced with.
Sutton stepped forward, into the snow, and the knights all stepped back. "What's the matter?" They laughed, drawing the sword from its sheath. "Scared of a little magic?"
"You're the mage, then?" Sir Gallo asked, standing tall. Ashton could hear his voice waver momentarily. "You're to come with us, immediately."
"I will not."
"We will resort to force if necessary."
"You were going to kill my friend." Their voice was low and edged dangerously. "I do not trust when you think is necessary."
Sir Gallo raised his sword. "You are an invader. A filthy mage, your presence defiling our beautiful nation."
"Your nation is cursed," Sutton told him, not so much as trembling. "I am a cursebreaker. But I am starting to believe there is no hope for this place."
I KNOW ITS EIGHT PARAGRAPHS I APOLOGIZE. i wanted to get the whole thing in >~<