It’s my birthday today so I’m officially off-duty with cake and a film, but have some amazing writing alignments from @cheyannealepka – I am definitely a chaotic pantser!
Still in a bit of a slump at the moment, really! Struggling to get through my home reading, still got writer’s block, absolutely zero motivation, and everything’s a little grey. Nothing that I can put my finger on as a cause, but the anxiety knot hasn’t eased for a week or so. I’m hoping that a day of getting organised this weekend will help.
I got to six?! I’ve been writing a blog for six years?! How? It’s still the same random mix of writing, book reviews, crafts, mental health and random pictures, so I guess I’m not doing too badly…
There may be a book giveaway coming soon, so keep your eyes peeled… but at the moment I’m going on holiday for Easter, so have some pretty flowers!
These are still entertaining me! They often need a moment to click; a phrase or comment, or a mannerism linked in to a fantasy setting. I’m really enjoying it when they do come to me. As usual, no offence intended to anyone who is inspiration, and definitely nothing implied; it’s often just the initial inspiration that I’ve borrowed, and then gone off in a completely different direction!
He has a way of looking at you; a sharp-eyed, sideways glance that takes in everything before he gives a friendly smile. In that red-hot moment, you’re never entirely sure what the judgement will be. Are you interesting enough for a longer look? Considered useful enough for a smile? Judged unimportant and politely dismissed?
Or is the smile that of a predator, approving of his prey?
The curse was subtle and vicious: it cursed the bearer to tiny bad luck, to those small twists of fate that wear down the hardest mountain with grey disappointment. It dulled his days to tedium, spiralled his thoughts into circles and worked every project into knots and snarls. The problem was that no one could figure out what he had done to earn such a costly revenge. He had no drama in his backstory, no offenses placed against his name; and that seemed the final jab of the curse – to not even deserve another’s carefully-crafted hate.
He preferred ‘adaptable’ over ‘slippery’; his pride in his ability to get things done was almost as strong as his stubbornness in staying his course. But it was rare that he was taken aback; he even went so far as to blink.
“I don’t think anyone’s ever offered…help…before.”
The small elf blinked in turn. “It’s called being nice.”
“Yes. Well. That’s not something I’m very good at.” But the tall, imposing necromancer managed something approaching a smile, creasing his face into new lines. Nice… it would need some practise, but this new plan might just work.
He was a true Knight in Shining Armour; one that blinded the vision when he appeared, glowing and explosive, inspiring and righteous. Around him, faces would shine and bodies would bow. And when he approached, for a moment everything would be perfect; ideas would flow, projects would work, twists would unsnarl. For a moment, the world was good.
And then he would be summoned away, sweeping off to the next perfect moment, and we would be left in the grey, shattered ruins of our normality.
He is friendly, smiling, affable, cheery; always up for a conversation, or a chat and always open to suggestions or ideas. But sometimes, mid-conversation, you’ll see his eyelids flicker for a few seconds – almost as if a thought has been stopped, or a plan redirected.
“I heard he was one of the supreme evil overlords,” kitchen gossip tells me. “Rehabilitated, of course. That’s the therapy kicking in whenever he gets ideas.”
“But we were only talking about cute bunnies…”
“Well, you can make anything evil.”
An old piece of inspiration from Michael Whelan.