Category Archives: Atyriia

My main “heroine”… She’s a bit spoiled, a bit overzealous, and more than a bit over-protective of those she cares for. Which is everyone… And this gets her into trouble.

Carriage Ride – a WIPpet/ROW80 post

Yay!  Time for another WIPpet post and ROW80 check-in.
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Today is the 28th of August, so here are 28 sentences from my Was Variation fanfic.  Please, enjoy and comment, if you choose.

As  I’ve said before, the Was Variation involves characters from Swan Song “all growed up” (so to speak).  All fanfics are ways to explore the fictional worlds of other writers we enjoy.  Some writers write stories based on their own inner desires, some write fanfiction to see if they can do as well as their heroes or to explore fully those characters that were only touched on in the original work.

I like to create back story and histories for secondary characters.

If you were to write a fanfiction, what reason would you be doing it for?

(No fancy WIPpet math today…  sorry.)

Atyriia drove the carriage to her home. She spent the ride in silence. The blue-green crystal ribbon of road offered an oceanic calm to her tired mind. Even the cacophony of wildflowers bordering their route came off as soothing, a distraction from the mental contact that hounded her. Desperate to feel alone within her mind, to know her thoughts once more belonged to her only, she avoided looking at the towering hedge of black roses that blocked further views of the world and the fields she knew lay beyond them.

Soon the castle appeared in their sights. Actually two buildings made one, a bridge connected the second story of each unit. To her mind, its crystalline transparency made plain her failure to confirm a bond between family and duty. The white walls and lofty gilt turrets of her family abode stood in naked contrast to the gray walls and silent stone faces of the statue-line balconies of her administrative halls.

She watched as Gillian raised an eyebrow at the architecture. She understood the feeling. She’d designed the place, yet it struck her as madness unrestrained as well.

As they entered the courtyard, the man’s curiosity turned. Were she still inclined to resume his long neglected lessons, she might have started with reminding the man to not shudder at another’s artistic fancy. But the truth was that she’d specifically requested it all, even the fountain as it was, to gain such a reaction. A pity it never worked on the ones she’d designed it for.

Español: Lobo en el zoo de Kolmården (Suecia).

Lies… All of it lies. She gazed at the water fixture taking in the soft-worn figures; lioness, she-wolf, and woman. Though she had intended the she-wolf as her essence made manifest in the way the lioness was AJenna’s, too often she saw herself as the woman who lay prone as fangs rent her flesh in the eternity that was stone.

“One of your folk legends?” the wizard asked as he motioned to the fountain.

“Somewhat. The power of the animus and the frailty of the flesh… To remember our place in the designs of Nature humbles us.” She twitched the reins of the team then pulled back lightly. The horses slowed to a stop, dancing lightly, the left one nipping at his teammate. “Ho, Gishan,” she chided the beast. “Save that for the fields.”

The young stallion turned his head and gave her a wide-toothed nicker. She imagined the creature’s reply: ‘I’ll be ready then too.

K.L. Schwengel at My Random Muse hosts the WIPpet Wednesdays where writers post pieces of a draft (Work In Progress) that somehow relate with the date for commentary and consideration.  Feel free to comment here, and visit other #WIPpeteers at our linky.  We love company.

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Wow…

Getting back on track after a conference where I had given myself permission to not write, to not blog,… to not worry amount anything online for the several days of the Northeast Unschooling Conference.  This year my husband came with my son and I to the conference–a situation that changes the mental dynamic of anything I do outside the house.  I’m not complaining; I am glad he came and glad we had more family time together…  It’s just that a convention interferes with my head.  A convention where my seven-year old son comes along adds its own level of stress and disruption….

A conference where I’d hoped my very introverted and skeptical husband might see why I feel attracted to the Unschooling philosophy I knew would be more than my little head needed to handle even without trying to think coherently about writing or editing or blogging or…

Instead of writing or anything else…  I read my book in stolen moments and retired to the desk in our hotel room with headphones in my laptop to watch Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Ghost Hunt.  I watched about two hours of videos this weekend and read about twenty pages of my books.

However, over the four days of the convention and the picnic the day after, I got a lot of exercise scurrying down hallways between our room where my husband was hiding was all the other convention attendees and the rest of the hotel where our son was running around with other kids, playing in elevators (though he wasn’t, as far as I can discover, one of the ones who was playing with the emergency brakes on the elevators)…. and performing a dance routine for the talent show.

Yeah…  it was one of those weekends.  Lots of fun, lots of really awesome stuff and a lot of stress at the same time….  I love conventions.  Conventions are energizing, awakening experiences.  They’re also the most exhausting things I participate in on a semi-regular basis.

365: day 9

I’m rested up now.  I got three of my five sentences done.  Times to finish this post so I can get the other two done, and maybe more…..

And tomorrow, I’ll be doing my WIPpet visits, my sponsor visits, and… writing, editing and beta-reading a fellow writer’s book.   Progress, delays, progress again…

So how was your week?

Photo credits:

  • Español: Lobo en el zoo de Kolmården (Suecia). (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
  • 365: day 9 (Photo credit: Nick in exsilio)
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Healing Magic – a WIPpet/ROW80 post

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Wednesday morning–fortunately not 3am though.  Time for another WIPpet post and ROW80 check-in.

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Today is the 21th of August, so here are 22 sentences, plus one bonus sentence to finish the paragraph, from my Was Variation fanfic.  It’s where the passion lies at the moment.  I do hope you have fun with it.

As  I noted before, the Was Variation involves characters from Swan Song “all growed up” (so to speak).  I love playing with character change and evolution.  In this scene let’s reacquaint  ourselves with Atyr.  She’s a lot more relaxed around people these days, but she still has problems with her religious order and the mistake she made back in Wrong.

(To explain the WIPpet math, I took all the numbers by sets of two as it would be used in data entry: 08 for August, 21 for the day, the year separated into 20 and 13.  Then I added, subtracted, and added 08+21-20+13=22)

Her gaze fell on the bed. She took in the fading purple light of the stasis field first, then the man’s appearance. She clicked her tongue, suddenly understanding and wishing she did not. “Interesting….”

Gillian agreed. “Definitely. I recognize the spell she used. It shouldn’t be dissipating, not at that strength.”

That man…. Atyr nearly spat. No wonder he’d been willing to bargain for Sven and Lyarr. “One of your pupils, I see.”

“Not at all. He’s like this will most healing magic. He’s fortunate he watches out for his neck.”

Without touching the man, she walked around the bed, studying him. The square jaw, the raven hair, the build…. Maybe she was wrong. But the blood was old and strong. Atyr  shook her head. “He’s not like this with all magic. You’ve cured him before.”

Gillian didn’t debate that. “I can’t fix this.”

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Not exactly a Harvest MoonI’ve been writing and reading, and icky sick…  Today I’m trying to catch up on all of my sponsor duties that I missed Monday and yesterday.  My apologies for falling behind.   I hope to see everyone on my list before I go to bed tonight.

I also hope to get down to the Basic Reservoir and try to get a shot of the full moon rising over the water this evening too.  Last night the moon was so lovely and full…  and all I wanted to do was lay down and sleep.

There will be other moons.  But since I woke up at about 2:30am and stood staring out the window at it for a time, I thought I would try tonight.  Something is drawing it to me….

Maybe it’s the song, as it ran through my head, driving by discussions with Shan Jeniah about singing Simon and Garfunkel’s “Old Friends” at the Northeast Unschooling Conference this weekend.  But last night, Wednesday Morning 3AM, I was up and pensive and … aware that “the morning was just a few hours away”.

What about you?  Do you find yourself waking up at odd hours during the full moon?  What state of mind are you in when (if) you do?

Wrong — a WIPpet/Row80 post

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Another Wednesday, more to write, more to share…  It’s time for another WIPpet post and ROW80 check-in.

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Going back again in time from last week’s post Coming Change, we now learn why Atyr’s mother chose to involve herself directly in Atyr’s religious training.  This WIP, like all those this month, comes from Singer of the Swan Song.

I give you 8 paragraphs today for the 31st of July. If you’d me to explain that WIPpet math, consider July is the 7th month of 2013. 7+2+0+1+3=13 Add that to 31 for 44.  4+4=8

She heard Singer Lassau working the rituals, knew the woman was deeply connected with the Unity and Watch that tied all Her Faithful, and that the Faithful were supporting Lassau so that she might gain counsel from High Mother Masorii.  Indeed, she heard, the change in Lassau’s voice as Masorii’s voice came through her flesh, as well as she knew the change in the Singer’s eyes and flesh as it was filled for a moment with the power of Her Watch and Voice.  She knew when Masorii’s gaze lay upon her flesh and when Lassau looked out of those eyes instead.

“I see nothing wrong with the Vessel, Lassau.”  The echo of Lassau’s own voice within the Great Mother’s made those words sound reed-like and distant, but the strength of purpose behind them was unmistakable.

The Great Mother’s presence eased back to allow Her Singer to respond, and because, as Atyriia knew, to maintain such a connection was draining to all but the most prepared.  Even a Vessel could not hold the Voice for any amount of time without harm.  It took the careful ritual of Fulfillment to complete the Vessel for holding the Voice from then on.

Sweat had broken out on Lassau’s brow, a sure sign of how taxing this counsel was for her.  To risk continuing this contact longer, proved how deeply concerned the woman was at the state of things.  She truly felt the need was great enough that she was willing to risk her life.

“It wept, Great Mother.  It spoke, it moved–it acts with its own will.  The Vessel is tainted.”

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Atyriia noted this, but for some reason, now it did not matter to her.  Little did.  She knew what she had done now; she knew the folly of her actions.  She had spurned a gift of true fulfillment in Her Peace for the chance to be the one Vessel that would bring the Voice to Her People.  She had chosen the position of pride, of vanity in the belief that what she had to offer meant so much more than what any other could offer.  She had chosen unwisely.  She had proven herself unworthy even of the place she had sought, for surely the Voice could not find refuge within the walls of flesh that a trainer as foolish as she made.

Finally she had been subjected to one of those many tests of her desire to truly serve the Goddess in all ways, even those beyond the flesh that all bore upon the earth, and she had failed.  She had chosen to serve the flesh that was the Great Mother, not the Voice that filled the woman.

She felt the tears start again, and she let them, letting her head fall freely from where she’d been ordered to hold it for her inspection.  She no longer cared anymore.  Everything she had chosen was tainted with pride and folly.  Best she not bother to pretend anymore.  The sooner the Great Mother saw how wrong her choice of Vessel was, the better.

“See you now, Great Mother,” Lassau cried.  The triumph of having been proven right burst free from the woman’s lips thunderously.

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ROW80LogocopyThis past week has been a down week for me.  I’ve been more in a reading mode than a writing one, and while I’m managing my five sentences five days a week, I have not accomplished much more than that.

The complete mental drain of almost three NaNoWriMo challenges in a row has basically left me feeling this overwhelming need to replenish my creative reserves.  I’m taking my time and working on things slower, reading and watching some more shows I’ve meant to catch up on (Fringe, Grey’s Anatomy, Hannibal and House), and re-reading Lisanne Norman’s Sholan Alliance series and re-watching Buffy the Vampire Slayer.

I’ve taken some notes as I do the re-reading/watching.  Both these series keep drawing me back to them.  I’m trying to see why.  I could be the fact that I’m a huge fan of huge story arcs with several subplots and large casts of supporting characters…  No, that doesn’t quite fit Buffy.   It has the huge story arcs, but the subplots are simple and the supporting cast is limited.

See?  I’ve got my hands full here.  😉  Well, for the moment, it’s far more important to consider these things than worry about the fact that I’m not making my (much reduced) CampNaNoWriMo goal this month.  (Actually, I have to do my validation today of my typed pieces…  I may be there already.)

Other projects?  Well, I met another local author, Irene Pough, at the Green County Youth Fair.  Her book is a mystery, suspense novel that looks interesting.

And I’m getting a bit more exercise in because of fellow ROW80 Fitness member, Stephanie Nickel.  She is encouraging all of us to set an August Thirty Day challenge of things we want to change in our lives that we will act on for August.  I haven’t thought of a list yet.  But if I get my head together by tonight, I’ll be posting it in the  Facebook thread.  Either way, I’m definitely going to add more exercise to my day.

What would you change for one month to help improve your health and fitness?