Tuesday, April 9, 2013

The metaphysical side of writing


The metaphysical side of writing

Or

My seven week marathon...

I had an idea for a story come at me from the swirling depths of my ever-active imagination on February 3, 2013. A new vampire series! As I began to write a story that soon felt to be writing itself, I found I was mostly hanging on for the ride. Characters, events, time-lines, sequences and seasons appeared so suddenly that writing took on a whole new metaphysical meaning. I have experienced this phenomenon  in painting a wildlife portrait before (a reincarnation in my past but that is a story for another day), but not quite like this in writing. Sure, I’m prolific with three or four books at the halfway point, but seventy thousand words in mere weeks! That was a new output and I loved every amazing moment of it!

Have you ever felt like that or does one forget the ride when the next idea appears?! I hope I never forget this one and to make sure I’m blogging about it today for posterity. Thanks for listening in and comment if you have time.

Best, January
A small unedited excerpt:

“Beware, Queen Nefertiti, the cost of what you ask is far higher than you seek. Are you willing to pay the costs? You will not know what debt you have incurred until it is too late. You cannot be brought to such a state until you agree to accept the other side of the coin—and it is a dark side, I caution you.”
“What cost? Living as I am now—forever? Bah, nothing you could say could sway me from this course of action. I will rule this land forever—my pure heart commands it. And you said I would have one wish granted for my dedication to praising you to my people and making you our one god. Living forever is my wish and it is in your provenance to give it to me.”
The finality of her tone convinced the deity of her conviction, though grave doubts lingered of her understanding of the high cost of becoming immortal. And how could she know? Most of the facts he could not divulge until she was turned as it was far too dangerous to have such knowledge venture forth into the human world. But his word was his word and thereby he must bestow the gift of everlasting life; damn the cost.
“Then I, Lord Aten, will make it so.” With a dramatic flourish of his luminous aura that surged with shinning rays of intense light like the spokes of a wheel from his entire being, he pronounced the words, “Regina vitam aeternam dona tibi—I give you the gift of eternal life.”


4 comments:

Rita Bay said...

Wondered where you've been. Congrats. Can't wait to read it. My 2012 NaNoWriMo was destroyed by a military romance - a short novella that was outside the submission criteria for my publisher. R.

Julie Eberhart Painter said...

Intriguing, Faustian. Let us know when it's in the market.

Rhobin Lee Courtright said...

You make it sound very exciting, and having everything fall into place like that, it must be.

Liz Fountain said...

I love that rush of a story being born, almost on its own! Yours sounds fascinating, January!