chochiyo_sama

• a year in the life of a really bright young girl (somewhere between the ages of 11 and 13) who lives in a pretty fucked up family and is trying to make sense of life and the universe and everything.  I have actually thought about this story from two perspectives--normal fiction or some sort of fantasy fiction where she plays a pivotal role in whether the balance of the universe tips towards goodness or evil.  I have long thought the world needed a female version of Harry Potter, Frodo Baggins, or Eragon.  Just cuz.
• "Life" from the perspective of a doll.  I have lots of them to choose from.  And i have always wanted to write something inspired by "The Doll's House" (not the Ibsen one).
• A lonely, bitter man thinks he is stopping a stray cat from killing a bird--in fact, it turns out to be a fairy who is giving birth in his flower garden.  The fairy dies but the baby fairy lives and he is stuck with it.  Slowly, through being "daddy" to the fairy child, he 'fixes' his own unhappy life.  Sort of silas marner only different.
• The one I attempted to write last time I tried--a woman who writes a grim series of fantasy fiction (a lot of misery, death and suffering for the characters) is unaware that the place she writes about actually exists in another dimension--and whatever she looses on her fictional characters (who actually exist there) actually happens to them.  The king seeks help from his advisor who tells him that the source of the afflictions of his kingdom is from 'outside' the world.  The king vows to seek  the evil sorceress  who is set on destroy his kingdom...and manages to breach the veil between the worlds--which happens to open right under her bed.  i really like this idea--but don't know if I can write it without much more organizing  than what I have already done.

My first bit for the Nano is complete...I had a hellacious time getting started, and I'm not sure if this story will work or not.  It is one that I've had floating around in my head for at least 11 years, but I've never put anything to paper before.

Anybody wanna tell me how to do a live journal cut??

Here's the beginning.

Chapter One

Blood and sweat dripped from Fyrgal‘s face. He dropped to his knees beside the crumpled form of his consort. The last rays of the sun cast a lurid glow on the matted strands of pale hair that splayed outward from her head.

“Varia,” he whispered, his voice weak. “No.”

Gently, he took her pallid hand between his own. No warmth, he knew, would ever stir the pulse of this cold and bloodless appendage. He pressed the palm to his lips, then to his eyes.

“Varia….” His tears diluted the bloody smudge left there by his lips as he pressed the palm to his eyes. “Varia….”

Sniffling, Stephanie turned from the keyboard, pulled a tissue from the box sitting beside the monitor, and blew her nose. She gulped lukewarm diet Coke from the can beside her mouse, sighed, and returned to the keyboard.

“Sir.” One of the knights, his head bowed deferentially, appeared at Fyrgal’s side. “Let me take the lady to the women, that they might prepare her for burial.”

“No.” Fyrgal stood abruptly, hoisting the body of his wife in his arms as he did so. “I will do this last service for my lady.”

A choked sob escaped Stephanie’s throat, and she blew her nose again.

“My lord, you are wounded,” the man protested.

Without replying or even glancing at his knight, Fyrgal strode into the dying light of the sun. Turning to another man-at-arms, the knight murmured, “The Beast is dead. But the cost. The cost was high.”

Both men gazed after their liege. They watched as he mounted the great silver stallion, his beloved cradled against his broken heart, and rode alone into the gathering gloom.

Sighing, Stephanie typed “The End” at the bottom of the page and pushed the rolling chair away from her large desk. She dropped the empty Coke can into the overflowing waste basket under her desk and reached for the phone.

“Peter? Stephanie. Yep. It’s done. Just finished it.” She paused and listened as her agent offered his congratulations. She twirled a lock of her unkempt hair around a finger as she said, “I’ll do a quick once over tomorrow to make sure it’s all good. I’ll get it to you sometime tomorrow afternoon.”

She opened the printer and inserted a stack of white paper.

“Yes, Peter, I already have an idea for book five.” Stephanie selected the Print Document option and hit enter.

“Well, if I told you now, it would ruin the surprise!” At the pained groan on the other end of the line, Stephanie giggled.

“Okay, okay. A hint.” Her mouth curled in a wicked smile as she said, “Let’s just say that Poor Fyrgal will have some bad news waiting for him at the stronghold….regarding his children.”

“Yes, I am evil. And you love it. And you should. The trials and tribulations of Fyrgal and Varia have provided you with a nice income.” She grinned. “Right. But first I’m taking some time off. I’ve been working on this beast night and day for six months.” She listened again. “Sure--maybe next week. You can bring Hannah. Okay. Now I need a shower. Bye bye.”

She hung up the phone and sighed.