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Thursday, 26 February 2009
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Weeds - Season Two
By Mary-Louise Parker
see related"Dirty Little Secrets" - Part 1
January 29, 2008
The darkness surrounded me, engulfed me, and yet I could see everything in the forest with such clarity that I saw even the cricket chirping on the ground next to my foot. Even the moon was blocked through the trees overhead, but I didn’t need the light my companion shed on the earth, not tonight anyways.
With each step I could hear the leaves crunch under my feet, I could hear the wind rustling through the trees, I could hear the animals talking amongst themselves and yet, I couldn’t feel. It was enough to make someone mad, this inability to be a part of the world I found myself in and yet I knew this was merely the world that had been created for me when I left my home in search of my daughter. I’d known from the very beginning that this would be my prison until the moment she was reborn as a mortal, and I would be released to be reborn after her. We would grow up together and I would protect her as I had failed to do from that bitch, Dione.
I knew all of that and yet my continued presence in this world unnerved me, since I had felt my child’s rebirth more years ago than I cared to remember and still I was imprisoned in my own mind. In this world where I couldn’t use my own body or even my powers, where I had no contact with my loyal servants!
I wanted to scream, I wanted to curse, but neither would do any good in this place. I wanted to wrap my hands around the throat of those backstabbing goddesses and feel their necks snap as their life forces drain from their body. I wanted to stab that son of a bitch in the back just as he had done to my daughter when he failed to protect her from those who meant her harm. Most of all, I wanted to hold her - Hera, my child - in my arms and tell her I’d destroy the world before I let another person betray her, whether in the mortal world or on Mt Olympus.
Suddenly, I couldn’t breathe as the air surrounding me rose to a nearly overpowering temperature. At first my mind raced to figure out what magick could have caused this, what magick had found a way to touch me in my dark cocoon. It took a full minute for me to recognize the tingling sensation coursing through my body since it had been over a thousand years since I’d last felt a summoning and it left me reeling. How I longed to go to this place where my name was being called, and yet I couldn’t because of this person walking around in my skin, this child who was me and wasn’t at the same time. I had never been reborn before so this whole rebirth thing confused me and for all I knew, this was normal, but all I knew was the simple fact - I hated this! My reason for being reborn was to find my child and to forcefully take back the throne that should have been hers, take back the world that I’d given to her to protect. Not to be stuck in the body of a teenager, a goody two shoes, a mortal.
I closed my eyes and concentrated on the voice calling to me through the darkness, to the words of a priestess I had never met.
“Oh Dark Mother hear our call. Hecate, Goddess of the Moon, your daughters and sons are in need of your wisdom and strength on this night. Your children walk with shadows when they wish to walk with the light. Fears and..”
The voice drained out and I growled into the thick forest, fists clenched at my sides as I fought the metal chains binding me with this body. I thought of the days when I could roam freely, of the breeze blowing my hair around my face. It was intoxicating! “Speak to me, on the wind, let loose the words under the light of my moon. Speak to me, bid me come. Bid me come!”
There was the hissing of a snake to my left, and I chose to ignore it. He would come back later and give me an update on my child, for now I needed to concentrate on gaining control of the child I was within.
“Hecate,” the voice could be heard once more, “beautiful Crone of Night, I call upon you to put things right. Transform the negative thought, fear and pain, and help my life be whole again.”
“Call me on the wind that I may come to you!” My voice was barely above a whisper, and yet it was loud enough to have been a shout. It wasn’t the normal part of the Dark Moon ritual to call to me on the wind, but I hoped that this priestess would hear and understand my words.
There was nothing, no words, just silence for a minute before I heard it, “I call you on the wind, come to us oh goddess.”
It was as if the chains that had been binding me down to the earth, to this world, had somehow come undone. Suddenly I could see and I could feel everything from the silk sheets against my skin to the hot breath of the man lying in the bed next to me. I could hear every thump of his hear and every movement of his lungs as he breathed. It was all as it should be after my years of captivity within the body of another and I couldn’t wait to walk around and finally be in control of what I’m going to do, or not do!
Carefully, so as not to wake the man she calls Adrien, I managed to slip out of the bed before I materialized a black gown on my body, followed by a wine coloured cloak that pooled slightly on the floor around me. It had been a cooler day today than most, seeing as it was the end of January, so I pulled the cloak tight to keep myself warm before the outside air could hit me. I made myself appear in the forest less than a mile from the compound and immediately I felt at home, even while it reminded me of the world I’ve been forced to live in while she’s been in charge of the body and I am just but a viewer of her life. My life!
I heard the witches on the wind long before I saw the flicker of their fires, I felt the tug of their magic on me like a candle to a fly. Their pull, however, is more easily explained than that of a light luring a bug to it, for I am the origin of their magic, I am the one who created spells and rituals for them. I am the Wicca just as I am the moonlight in the darkness. Every spell they do comes from tapping into my powers, and every time they look up at the at the night sky with wonder and awe, it is me they’re looking for in my companion, the moon.
As I stepped into the clearing, I could see the circle surrounding the worshippers and yet I knew I had nothing to fear from it, for the circle was only an extension of my will and my magick, it was nothing new to be frightened of. Keeping the hood raised over my head, I glanced around at the mortals gathered together to worship none other than me. Not only could I hear every single conversation at the same time, but I could hear into their minds as they thought, the latter of which I put up a wall to stop. While I may be a goddess who has been feared for her ruthlessness against those who cross her, I protect my own and my witches are like children to me, especially in the absence of my only true child. In this circle, we were safe and there was nothing to fear.
“Lilly, greetings! I didn’t expect to see you, how are you?”
I grimaced at the name of the other part of me, the personification of the witch in me. There was no way for me to let her take over our body, not only for the fact that I wasn’t ready to give up control just yet, but also because if she woke up and found herself standing in the middle of the forest, they’d all think her crazy. No, this I’d have to fake myself. “Andrea. Hi! I’m good, I just couldn’t sleep so I thought I’d come by to see how the ritual is going.” I smiled my best Lilly smile, hoping the other witch would believe it otherwise I’d have to pull the magick on them and this coven was a powerful one so for me to be able to do everyone, it would take my power down a fair amount. It wouldn’t be anywhere near depletion, however I prefer to keep all my powers available in case of an attack in which case I’d not only have to forcefully take control of the body, but I’d have to fight off those wishing to hurt her or myself. Chances are, they’d be after this girl who shares my body since Zeus himself doesn’t know where I am and until I find my daughter, he never will.
“It was amazing, I really think you would have enjoyed it. Maybe next year?”
“Absolutely!” I looked around at the witches again, the magick within my chest rolled over as it felt the magick from others. “There were a lot of people, I didn’t think there would still be this many worshippers.”
“What?”
The confusion was evident in her voice and I quickly looked over at her. “Up this late, I meant I didn’t think there’d be so many people up this late. 2:33 in the morning is pretty late..”
Andrea looked at me with something that I hadn’t seen for a long time, it was similar to uncertainty but it was different at the same time.
“What?”
“I was just thinking, but it’s nothing really. I’ll tell you later, I promise!” She smiled, taking my hand and leading me towards a table on the other side of the clearing. “Remember how you were telling me that you wanted to find another crescent moon charm necklace?”
I vaguely remembered the conversation she (the one who shares my body) had had with her coven priestess, Andrea, but couldn’t remember what necklace they were looking for so I just nodded.
“Well I found one in my house that I used to have, and I thought you might like it since I never use it.” Andrea held the necklace out, a smile on her face but not quite reaching her eyes.
“Thanks,” I said as I reached out and took the necklace from her. There was an odd sensation in the palm of my right hand and I immediately looked down to see the charm glowing a soft green and instantly I muttered a curse in Atlantean as I dropped the necklace to the ground. The necklace I’d been handed wasn’t a normal crescent moon dangling on a cord, it was a powerful and ancient charm that had been stupidly made to glow different colors when in the hand of a supernatural being. A god - or in my case, a goddess - is the only way to make it show green, and if she was smart enough to have the charm than she knew what green meant. -
Currently
Chasing the Sky
By Amanda Stott
She'll Get Over It
see relatedCurrent Song: "She'll Get Over It"
When a song speaks to me because it's similar to a situation I'm in (in my real life) or it's one that I relate to in terms to my novel, I'm going to post it on here. Sometimes I may write stuff, sometimes I might just give the lyrics, but know this song has meaning to me!
"She'll Get Over It"
(Amanda Stott)
In the blink of an eye
Sparks fly and fires die
Some things weren't meant to last
No you won't be the first
To break that heart of hers
And you won't be the last
So let her go let her go let her go
Let her go let her go let her go
She'll get over it in time
One less burden on her mind
Hurt a little bit
She'll get over it
When those tears drop from her face
Someone else will take your place
And she'll be over you for good
So let her go let her go let her go
Try to tell her goodbye
Oh no your mouth goes dry
And your heart start to sink
Then you look in her eyes
Oh you just might be surprised
She's stronger than you think
So let her go let her go let her go
Let her go let her go let her go
She'll get over it in time
One less burden on her mind
Hurt a little bit
She'll get over it
When those tears drop from her face
Someone else will take your place
And she'll be over you for good
Make up your mind (make up your mind)
You can't take forever
She'll get over you in time
So let her go let her go let her go
She'll get over it in time
One less burden on her mind
Hurt a little bit
She'll get over it
When those tears drop from her face
Someone else will take your place
And she'll be over you for goodP.S. - I'll post the first part of my novella right away, hope you guys enjoy it and give me your feedback. As I don't have an editor, it's kind of rough in parts (I'm sure) so I hope you guys can make it out! :)
Wednesday, 25 February 2009
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Currently
Don't Look Away
By Kate Voegele
No Good
see relatedIs it a slump or a rut?
I've kind of hit a slump recently in regards to my writing, and while I normally try to write a little bit each day and more on my days off, I haven't really written anything of note in far too long. Maybe two-three weeks? It's horrible, I know, but I've been going through some very emotional stuff in my day-to-day living and as a result of using almost all of my energy to get through that, I haven't had any left over to focus on my writing. I've been exhausted and barely making it through most days, but hopefully when this promotion (that I'm in the middle of trying out to see if I'm right for it) is over - one way or the other - I'll be having more energy to focus my attention back onto writing my novel. I was going to enter a writing contest just to see what they thought of my writing, but I haven't had the time or energy to go through my novel and pick out 15 pages that I could submit. It's not due until March 1st so I still have some days left, but I have some strange working hours for the next few days so I really don't know if I'm going to be able to do it. If not, it's too bad but it's not the end all of everything.
I'm not sure why I'm as drained as I am through out my days since I'm getting 8 hours in bed every night but I just seem to barely make it through work and the rest of the day I have about enough energy to make me meals and eat them, but not much more. Who knows, maybe I'll have to try and force myself to get back onto the routine of writing every ay instead of waiting for the energy and inspiration to hit me.
And just an FYI: This whole 'snowing today' thing really sucks and I might take my blow drier and go melt it! I was getting so excited about being able to take my laptop outside to write on my novel because of the weather getting nicer, and then BAM!!! It starts raining snow flakes today. Stupid!
I'm going to run to the bathroom and make myself a nice cup of tea, then sit down for a few hours to try and write again. Oh, and mental note - plug in laptop before my battery runs out!
I'll let you know later how my writing went.
P.S. - I'm also on Twitter, so if any of you are on there then you can go ahead and check me out (at http://twitter.com/MarshaLyn )...I'm completely addicted to Twittering and it's left Facebook wanting in my eyes.
P.S.S. - I'd heard some interesting stuff about Ad Sense, so I was giving it a go but I don't like the look of having ads on my site so I've gotten rid of it and I'm going back to being as ad-less as a blank canvas. It may take a day or so for the Ad Sense website to register that I've deleted my account with them, but the ads will be gone before too long.
Saturday, 14 February 2009
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"Dirty Little Secrets" teaser
Here is a teaser for my novella "Dirty Little Secrets", it is the first few paragraphs of it and I hope you enjoy! I've been insanely busy at work, thus the delay in actually getting this posted, but I wanted to give you something to read to wet your appetite and get a little bit of feedback from you. I'll ask a question after the teaser, so reply to it and I'll see who is right! :)
January 29, 2008
The darkness surrounded me, engulfed me, and yet I could see everything in the forest with such clarity that I saw even the cricket chirping on the ground next to my foot. Even the moon was blocked through the trees overhead, but I didn’t need the light my companion shed on the earth, not tonight anyways.
With each step I could hear the leaves crunch under my feet, I could hear the wind rustling through the trees, I could hear the animals talking amongst themselves and yet, I couldn’t feel. It was enough to make someone mad, this inability to be a part of the world I found myself in and yet I knew this was merely the world that had been created for me when I left my home in search of my daughter. I’d known from the very beginning that this would be my prison until the moment she was reborn as a mortal, and I would be released to be reborn after her. We would grow up together and I would protect her as I had failed to do from that bitch, Dione.
I knew all of that and yet my continued presence in this world unnerved me, since I had felt my child’s rebirth more years ago than I cared to remember and still I was imprisoned in my own mind. In this world where I couldn’t use my own body or even my powers, where I had no contact with my loyal servants!
I wanted to scream, I wanted to curse, but neither would do any good in this place. I wanted to wrap my hands around the throat of those backstabbing goddesses and feel their necks snap as their life forces drain from their body. I wanted to stab that son of a bitch in the back just as he had done to my daughter when he failed to protect her from those who meant her harm. Most of all, I wanted to hold her - Hera, my child - in my arms and tell her I’d destroy the world before I let another person betray her, whether in the mortal world or on Mt Olympus.
Suddenly, I couldn’t breathe as the air surrounding me rose to a nearly overpowering temperature. At first my mind raced to figure out what magick could have caused this, what magick had found a way to touch me in my dark cocoon. It took a full minute for me to recognize the tingling sensation coursing through my body since it had been over a thousand years since I’d last felt a summoning and it left me reeling. How I longed to go to this place where my name was being called, and yet I couldn’t because of this person walking around in my skin, this child who was me and wasn’t at the same time. I had never been reborn before so this whole rebirth thing confused me and for all I knew, this was normal, but all I knew was the simple fact - I hated this! My reason for being reborn was to find my child and to forcefully take back the throne that should have been hers, take back the world that I’d given to her to protect. Not to be stuck in the body of a teenager, a goody two shoes, a mortal.So is my question for you:
The main character says specifically that Hera is her daughter, but doesn't talk about herself or say who she is. Which goddess do you think she is? There are hints in there for you, and don't focus on who Hera's mom was supposed to be in mythology because I can tell you right now that you'll be wrong.
Also, I'm still looking for someone who would interested in editing this for me, so if you know of anyone please let me know! This is the only thing from posting all I have written for my novella. I just looked and I have 3,749 words already written which is the equivalent of 9 pages on a Microsoft Word document..yes, that is quite a bit! That's nothing compared to the 47,799 word count // 104 page count that I have already written on my novel (that I'm hoping to get printed once I've finished). One thing I just want to clarify is that the reason I'm looking for editor isn't because I want a professional checking my work, I want someone who is loves words and books and reading, someone who will tell me whether something doesn't make sense..is redundant..should be moved around..minor spelling mistakes like switching "leaf" to "lefa" or by forgetting a letter or word completely. I don't expect perfection, I'm just trying to find a pair of eyes - and a mind - that I can beg, borrow, or steal to use.
That's all for now, folks, and please let me know what you think! Can't wait to hear your thoughts.
Marsha Lyn
Monday, 02 February 2009
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Regarding my Novella
I actually have quite a bit written on my novella, however I'm in need of someone who is willing to read my draft and edit for me, otherwise I'll have to just post it as it is and I'm sure you guys would prefer it to be edited first! If you would like to help out or know of someone who would, let me know, I would greatly appreciate it!! Thanks.
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I am an aspiring author who is currently working on the first novel in a series I am hoping to get printed one day. Besides my novel and my fulltime job, I'm in the beginning stages of working on an online novella that I may update on my journal about once a week. Watch out world, here I come!!
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