Tuesday, April 19, 2011

Scene Sample


Arawyn shifted his ax in his hands and took another swing. The peaceful tête-à-tête between leaders had turned so quickly to violence, he’d almost let his guard down. He felt sorry for the young knight when his blade connected fully with his thigh. The boy looked younger even than his own son. He watched the lad crunch to the ground, screaming in agony.
And then, the six Nighthawks were surrounded. The rest of the Order of the Falcon charged in to join their brave leader at last.
He lifted his hands, knowing defeat inevitable. “We surrender! Please take pity on us for we are mere farmers and tradesmen, not trained warriors like yourselves.
The knights stopped their attack, waiting for a cue from their commander.
“Where is Jessica?” Braeden spat into the earth.
“As I explained, she is well cared for now that we rescued her. We did not want Her Majesty the Queen to murder her for a crime she did not commit. I know you care about her . . . We do too. We have much to gain from an alliance. Once again, I beg that we forge a treaty.”
Braeden caught the gaze of one of his fellow knights and jerked his head. The knight proceeded to bind each Nighthawk. “You will come with us to Zatar Palace so that you may pay for your crimes – that of kidnapping and treason against the Crown!”
Arawyn glanced at each Nighthawk member in turn. Reese had a sweetheart at home. Her young face looked stricken with terror.
And Awena. She had three adolescent daughters that needed her.
Rhodri and Siarl were young and strong. The Nighthawks had rescued them from the Queen’s court where they’d been tried for treason. But he knew they could commit no evil; they joined the Nighthawk force most passionately, showing kindness and loyalty to each and every member.
Cariad had a wife with a baby growing in her belly. He must be there to see his first child born.
“Take me.” Arawyn stepped forward. “And me alone for I am their chief and they have only done as I commanded.”
“You know I cannot.” Braeden struggled to his feet. Blood seeped from the rents in his armor.
Please, Sir Braeden. You know Her Majesty will have us killed. These men and women have loved ones at home. Have you no compassion in your heart?”
Braeden scoffed, “What need have I for compassion when you are the murderers of my beloved?”

Dragonfly Poem

            Lightness of day, fullness of hour
            Time opens portal of tulip flower.

            The girl stirs, slips out at last
            One hour to enter the past.

            A mother finds her daughter sneaks
            Along logs and watery creaks.

            Away from home, into the trees
            Across swamp and forest leaves.

            Flowers bloom, buds burst
            Animals drink to quell their thirst.

            Demeter mourns, Persephone weeps
            The sun rises and the moon sleeps.

Dragonfly - The Opening

Chapter One – Birthday

            Before she even opened her eyes, she felt something. Eyes boring into her back? A heady smell? She felt rather than heard or smelled it. Slowly, she opened her eyes and even more slowly turned to look over her shoulder.
            There, in a sliver of light sneaking through the trees, stood Snowglare. He seemed unafraid and calm, more like a beam of bright light than his solid form. Jessica tried to be the same. Breathe. She stayed in her sense meditation, trying maintain her awareness of the forest around her.
            She tried not to look right at the buck, but just beyond him. Looking right at a wild creature would scare it away. But Snowglare stared back at her unflinching, with his strange, crimson eyes.
            He stepped closer, making her pulse quicken in fear. Why would a deer approach a human? Rabies? Food? Ah, she did have an apple. Very slowly, she pulled the apple out of her bag. Even more slowly, she moved her hand inch by inch to place it down as far as she could reach in front of her. Snowglare walked up boldly and bowed his head as if in thanks. Then he took one more step forward until he stood in front of the food. He bit down with a sharp crack.
            Her heart pounded in her chest. Relax, breathe. She'd never been closer to a wild deer. He stood so close, she could reach out and touch his hoof or his muzzle. She saw scars and sharp nicks cut deeply into his antlers, as though he never hesitated to use them in a fight. He could butt her with them and kill her in an instant.
            The buck finished his snack and licked his lips. He lifted his long neck and head, then walked a few steps uphill. Rather than fleeing as he normally did, he paused and turned to look back at her. He took a few more steps, then looked back again. He looks almost humanlike with his gestures. Or maybe like a dog pleading for me to come.
            Snowglare took a couple more steps forward, and then turned back again. He stomped one forefoot on the ground as if in frustration, making her jump in surprise. So much for keeping perfectly still. She feared he'd bolt, but he froze instead.
            She felt a shiver run down her spine. Rather than give in to her fear, she bravely stood up to follow.
            Wait a minute, did he just nod? Curious, she used her quiet walk to avoid startling him. They walked up the hill to the top, where soft grass spread out on the forest floor, passing a tall oak tree she loved more than any other. She had spent hours upon hours sitting beneath its branches, trying to tempt song birds to feed from her hands.
          The buck led her down a narrow path. White pine trees grew on either side, making the path seem enclosed, almost claustrophobic. She could walk noiselessly  without much effort on the soft needles. It was her favorite part of the forest since her father would take her here to practice the art of silent walking in an ideal location.
            They crossed under a tulip poplar tree that grew straight up from the base of the trunk but then curved down to form a living arch. Jessica had never noticed this before and she wondered how the arch formed. Snowglare stepped under the arch and kept going a few paces before turning around to make sure Jessica still followed. Yes, I’m coming.
            She ran her fingers along a cedar trunk, noticing for the first time that the trees became hairier and larger with each step in this part of the forest. She bite her lip in confusion. The trees also grew farther and farther apart with each step.
            How strange. She momentarily felt frustrated that she had not noticed this before. These trees looked almost like a different species than regular white cedars. But, she carried a small guide to plants and animals in Virginia in her bag. She pulled it out while walking. She wished she could stop and draw a picture of the delicate cedar leaves, but she worried she’d lose sight of Snowglare.
            She flipped quickly through the book. She couldn’t find any cedars with a two inch cone. The tree wasn’t there. Am I missing something? Have I discovered a new species? She imagined a tree named after her. She would call it Chamaecyparis abbotus. She giggled at the thought. She would have to check more field guides when she returned home. 
            She walked on for some time in a daze. Later, she'd only remember Snowglare's bright form guiding her onward. And then the sun shone down from directly overhead. Jessica needed to hurry back to be home in time to help her mom make her birthday cake. She and her mom planned to start baking after lunch. She had ten of her closest friends coming over in the evening for a sleepover party.
            But nothing could be as exciting as being led into the forest by a deer! Torn between duty and the thrill of the moment, she stopped walking to see how the buck would react if she refused to follow.
            Snowglare stopped too, and turned around. His glance asked, “What is it?” She could almost hear a soft, airy whisper in her head. Her eyes glazed over a moment. Yes, I still have plenty of time. This is too exciting to quit now . . . just a little bit farther. Her feet carried her forward, as if by some force outside of herself.
            Time played tricks on her. Her legs felt heavy, but it seemed as if she had been walking an hour, tops. Her head felt weird and empty . . . like she moved through a cloud. Then, without warning, Snowglare jumped over a briar bush and dashed into the woods.
Jessica felt her head clear instantly.  
            What’s wrong with me? Am I coming down with something? And where did Snowglare go? She turned to look for him, but he had evaporated. Jessica felt alone and confused. Though exhilarated too! She hadn’t exactly “caught” a deer by running, as had been her silly, childish ambition, but this had been just as cool. Perhaps even more so. She had been led through the forest by a large, majestic buck.
            She felt a little turned around but she could hear a soft trickle of water. Maybe she could still find her way back home in time for lunch. Good thing had already cleaned the house for the party. Her mom couldn't be too angry with her.
            The path forked several times, so she used the sound of flowing water to guide her. The sound of water became louder and louder, too loud for any of the streams in this forest. After rounding a bend in the path, she saw a twenty foot waterfall up ahead.
            Her eyes grew big to take it in. The most gorgeous waterfall cascaded onto a rock in the middle of a clear blue pool, a rainbow of colors shining from every droplet of water.

Status of Dragonfly, Book Two

I am one-third of the way through my second book, though there is still a lot to be done. I need to add in character development, micro tension, and some scenes I skimmed over. I have the beginning, middle and end already. Filling in is harder but at least I have the end in mind. For Book One, my approach was a little different and more organic, but I had to spent months editing and re-writing. I'm trying to avoid that as much as I can, but I think most of my creativity comes from re-reading my work and dreaming about the story at night. 

If I read a scene I want to work on, I'll wake up knowing exactly what I want to write.

Saturday, February 12, 2011

Skunk Tracks

These tracks were along a stream and it's not often I find such perfectly formed prints here. The water level must have been just right. Each print is about 1.5 inches across and 1 3/4 inches long.

First Blog

Hi Everyone. I am going to use this blog to post my writings and nature discoveries.

I have finished my first young adult fantasy book, which is part of a long series. I'm hoping to get it published in the next year, but I won't delay on Book Two.

As for the nature part, I have kept a paper journal for some time, but since I'm becoming more digital this just makes sense. I can post pictures on here of animal tracks, plants, birds, clouds, etc. I go to a sit spot in the woods next to my house to study bird language, animal behavior, plants, and to become more in tuned with myself and the world.