…. on my other blog
“Good morning writers, how are you? How is your writing going since last Monday? I hope all is well with your words and dreams :-).
Ever thought about them? Ever thought about yours?
Maybe it is an age thing. You hit 40, and suddenly your tasks just do not get so easy as they used to. You tire a little easier, and your bones start aching. In general your body starts showing you your limits.
We live in a society where limits are not “hip” or “up to date”. We are used to need everything and get everything. But reality is: We can’t!
Especially if you are a writer but still need a day job to pay your bills. And that is usually not all. There is your family and friends and maybe a hobby or two. There is only so much you can do though and if you do not heed your limits your body or your soul (or psyche if you prefer) will make them pretty clear to you……” Please read more at The River is flowing… Good morning writers!
So far I have introduced Zara who is the daughter of the Tribes leader Shallaya. Her father was on a mission to the River People but came back badly insured. Her brothers had a very brief entrance so I will have to introduce them in more detail but that must wait a little. There is also Wild Woman the shaman of the Tribe. An important advisor both to Zara and Shallaya.
Here is a little of yesterdays post:
“Zara stood on top of Blue Mountain.
She looked over the vast valley of The River. She was staring at the places where she thought the River People lived. Zara kept her mouth tightly shut and breathed hard.
She remembered how her grieve over her fathers had subsided a little and that tightness had started in her stomach. Without any warning, she stood up and stumbled behind the fire to their sitting area and hit and hit and hit the cushions. Both her brothers had to grab her arms from both sides and hold her down for minutes before she came to herself and cried again.
Her mother just sat at her fathers head rocking to and fro. They could not hear a sound but shocks of tremors ran through her body. Wild Woman had left the yurt to prepare the tribe for the burial of the leaders husband.
“I will find them!” Zara hissed. “I will find every single one of them! No matter where you are bastards. I’ll get you!” She screamed those last words on top of her lungs….”
A writing prompt and the invitation to join each other:
“Is it really Thursday again? Wow, how time flies! This means it is time again for a “Lean against …. and listen!” writing prompt.
I have been thinking a lot about writing prompts, and when I stumbled upon Linda Hill’s blog I loved her “Stream of Consciousness Saturday” a writing prompt she is giving every Saturday. Linda invites her readers to share their stories and read at least one of the other readers stories.
In the WANA tribe, I got this prompt from I have been reading some great “Lean against… and listen” stories and I am so curious to find more of them.
Therefore, I invite you to share your link to your story here, and I will tweet about it (you want some gain from it, don’t you? 🙂 ). I also invite you to visit one of the other readers links to find some more great stories (once you guys take part of course 🙂 you will, will you?)….”
Please read more at The River is flowing….
….. on The River is flowing…. as that genre just made laugh in the beginning. But when I read some of their poems I was pretty impressed.
Please read more on The River is flowing ~ Science Fiction Links
Those of you who follow me since a while know that I was writing quite a few blogs here on WordPress. But last year I decided to put all my creativity and my effort in just one blog and decided to go back to blogger. Not so sure if that was a good decision. Right now I am looking to connect to other bloggers writing sci-fi, fantasy and poetry but it looks to me like all the active ones are here on WordPress. I wonder why ;-).
Well, I have started the other one and I won’t change again. Have been changing too much in my blogging carrer. Or more have been experimenting. Now its time to get down to business. So here is an extract from my sci-fi serial that I have posted on WordPress but am editing now and post it on “The River is flowing….”. Feedback much appreciated:
….. Chan Juan went back to the outside door to give it a final shine while Sadit showed Rowan the circular moves they had to do with the mob and broom to ensure the flooring did not lose its shine. They only spoke what was necessary. All of them still thinking about Mitchell.
Now Rowan realised how tranquil this entrance was. If the off voice did not introduce the newest offers they played relaxing sounds which Rowan remembered from the hidden forest at Shortlace. He had found out with Morris who was interested in history and how people lived around the time of the RIFT that those sounds were supposed to be in a forest. There were flying creature still living then some making noises like those funny ancient clocks those mad collectors had. A little creature came out every hour and made exactly that noise. There was also a kind of hush going on which sounded like transporting machines in the distance, but they read up that transporting machines did not belong to forests way back then. Morris found and old Encyclopedia which explained that that sound was called “Wind” a movement of air, that moves the leaves which in turn made the noise. It relaxed Rowan no matter what he was doing….. Please read more here
photo credit Jiri Brozovski via Flickr
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Things are flowing in my writing life. I have started reading Linda Formichelli’s “Write your way out of the rat race” and try to figure out how to make a little more of my writing. At the beginning of the year I have managed to get Google Adds on “The River is flowing” and am concentrating right now to produce good blog posts and to find a way to combine the day job with my writing. And of course my nearly life-long love “Zara” is still close to my heart and it looks like I am actually getting somewhere with it. Well, I killed of my first character :-(…..
Here you can find how she’ll get on Zara (XIII)