Another week, another blog post. This week has been better for my writing count but not as kind to my reading goal. To get right to the point I have a total of 12 pages for this week’s writing goal, which is grand considering I only needed to have 10 pages done. Unfortunately I still haven’t quite earned back week one’s debt, but A few long weekends will remedy that. My reading has dropped to a lowly 10 pages total, but tonight I will be free to crack open the book I’ve been reading this month, Phoenix Rising: A Ministry of Peculiar Occurrences Novel. It’s a lovely Steampunk romp in Victorian London. The chapters themselves breeze thanks to authors Pip Ballantine and Tee Morris for putting their natural banter into their characters Eliza D. Braun and Wellington Thornhill Books, Esquire.
There isn’t much to report today really, I’ve learned more from listening to podcasts this week instead of from writing for one. I still am not sure what Podiobook style I want to adopt for this story. Whether I want to write a single Novella or a serialized story much like television scripts (Doctor Who?). Whether I will write prose or script, or a little bit of both? The things that must be thought before one even takes out the red pen, Sigh.
Still, the more I get into the story at hand, the clearer all this will become. For now I’m leaning towards a more prose friendly podcast, although it is still up in the air whether it is a single continuous story or an episodic one is still up for debate. I keep meaning to explain the story and to prove to you that I will post BEFORE the entire project is due, I offer up this sample of my work. It is open to discussion and suggestions as are all the things I bring up in this post.
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With a pitiful sigh, Carter stretched his hands over her body and let the amber light bathe her. Idris smiled from ear to ear. She obviously needed treatment. Carter guided the energy, telling it to wrap around her, every inch of her. Then he told it to run through her, scrubbing away all the filthy dark energy from her. As he did this, his mind opened up hers. Like reading an open book someone held up to your face. He saw her memories, from childhood to now. It was intimate, the kind of healing he was doing. Her emotions came at him like a strong perfume. So many rampant emotions plagued her day and night. They all mixed and left a bittersweet taste in his mouth. Her thoughts, poured into his head like syrup, he could only see certain memories, everything else blended together. His body shuddered as Carter felt her own consciousness probing into his mind. This was how he made her feel, like a blunt foreign object poking in all the intimate parts of her soul. He found it curious but unnerving.
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So what do you think? This isn’t going to be a part of the proper story but a simple prequel to help give me some direction. Maybe by the time I’m finished with the project I’ll post the entire prequel for readers to look at while I keep on working on the editing and writing that makes up my day.