I’ve written a couple of blogs already about how I’m stalled out on my novel, Psychic Witness, and how I bought five notepads with the intentions of writing some short stories with the intention of kickstarting my writing again. Well, I seem to have started a major project. My first short story looked to be a futuristic heist-gone-wrong type of tale. Only it seems to have expanded into something much longer and more complex. In short, I seem to have a full blown novel on my hands.
There’s something very strange and magical going on with this story. While I’m writing, it’s as if there’s a little voice whispering in my ear telling me what to write. The words just flow. I never have to stop to think what to write next. Not only that, I can’t plan ahead! Whatever I think is going to happen when I next get to write is always completely wrong. Every time I sit down to write, something completely unexpected happens. Something that never even crossed my mind when I was thinking what to write later. This story is so organic it’s almost alive.
One time I wrote about one of the two characters getting captured. I thought he was the main character who was going to feature the most. The second character is more subservient, more used to being told what to do than think for himself. Now he’s thrust into the limelight, having to fend for himself in a dark mysterious forest. I never saw that coming before I sat and wrote it.
Today the unexpected happened again. I’d been thinking about what was going to happen to my secondary, now primary character, Raygon.. Where would he end up. I’d imagined several scenarios. So this afternoon, I finally had time to sit and write. I had him wander through the forest until he was exhausted and collapsed to rest. He’d just drifted to sleep. The name Ryda popped into my head from nowhere. The next thing I knew, I was writing about an encounter Raygon has with what I can only describe as a magical being. She looks like a teenage girl. She’s childlike and petulant. And so vivid. It’s almost spooky how this story is evolving. Now I seem to be writing a fantasy story. I sense this tale has only just begun and there is a lot more to come. I don’t know what’s coming next and I’m not even going to try to guess because I’ll probably be wrong. I’ll just let this story unfold as it wants. I’ve never written this way before but it’s just so much fun!
Below is a snippet from todays writing, introducing Ryda. it’s my first draft so it’ll be rough but I just wanted to share her with you all. I know she’ll be back in this story. I don’t know how, but I’m sure I won’t be able to keep her away.
A childish giggle dragged Raygon from slumber’s beckoning embrace. He lifted his head and looked around. Nobody was in sight. “Hello? Is someone there?”
The giggle came again, sounding just to his left. The giggle had a mischievous quality that chilled him. Was this a ghost? All thoughts of sleep fled as he tried to make sense of the situation. He stood, his body tense, ready for fight or flight. “Who’s there?” He unholstered his blaster, gripping it tight.
The giggle sounded again, from his right this time. He turned, blaster held up. “Who are you? Show yourself.”
“Why?” The voice had a sulky petulant quality.
“Because I want to see you.”
“Because I need to know if you’re a friend or an enemy.”
“Because I’m alone and afraid.”:
“Because…Look, don’t you ever say anything other than why?”
The change in dialogue threw him a little. “That’s better. Now, who are you?”
“That’s a pretty name. Why can’t I see you?”
“Do you ever speak more than one word at a time?”
“Can I please see you?”
“Does my weapon scare you? I’ll put it away.” He holstered his blaster. “See? you’re safge now.”
The phantom voice giggled again. “I’m not scared. That toy can’t harm me.”
“So you can speak more than word at a time. May I please see you now?”
The air in front of him shimmered like a heat haze. A figure slowly coalesced into view. At first just the outline, then the features appeared until a small human girl appeared, no more than four feet tall. She had soft delicate features, a heart-shaped face framed by vibrant red hair that fell to her shoulders. She was waif like in appearance, had a waif-like body and she wore a short green tunic that left most of her legs bare. She looked roughly like a sixteen year old girl, but she felt considerably older. Her eyes sparkled and her lips quirked as if she was ready to giggle again. “Is this better?”
Raygon nodded. “Much. It’s nice to be able to see the person you’re talking to. What are you doing here? Are you alone?”
“The forest is my home. I’ve been following you for hours. You are noisy.”
“Why did you wait so long to contact me?”
“You amused me.” She giggled again. “I get so few visitors these days. Nobody ever comes here any more. How did you get here?”
That’s all I’m sharing for now. I hope you enjoyed it!