Post by LannaSeawolfe on Mar 20, 2017 19:59:05 GMT -6
You wouldn't think that one of the least verbose regulars here would write much, would you?
And in fact... I don't! Or, at least, not as much as I used to. Part of it has to do with how my free time is allotted these days, and part of it is that I'll start something, put it down when I need a break, and never pick it up again. That said, I want to share some snippets of writing that I did 1-2 years ago, and see if y'all have general criticisms and, more specifically, ideas about how to get back into writing.
I'm reposting these from my tumblr page (sorry to disappoint the Shack, but it's not a terribly erotic blog). Most of 'em are just little scenes in the lives of my characters, and they're all set in the Warcraft universe. I'll add context in a header as needed.
So to start off, here's a little scene with Xaphias, my noncombatant monk. He ended up as the caretaker to an orphaned girl, mostly due to him being the only one in his guild with anything resembling a parental instinct.
“Xaph. Hey, man, wake up. Xaph!”
Xaphias felt the very nice dream he’d been having slip away. Details were lost as quickly as his mind had provided them; he could now only just remember something to do with a sauna and copious amounts of elekk steaks. He cracked open an eye as a tiny hand pressed into his cheek, and a pair of small glowing eye stared back at him. “Zap,” a tiny voice whined, its owner’s palate too young to pronounce his name properly. “Zap. I hadda bad dream, Zap.”
He propped himself up on one arm, looking down at the little girl at his bedside. “A bad dream? Oh nooo…” he slurred as he got his bearings. A chronometer at his bedside read off some ungodly hour in the early morning, and the aches in his joints from carrying around barrels and boxes were all too real to be a dream. He reached out to Lila, resting his hand on her head. “Did you wet the bed this time?”
The glow of her eyes swayed side to side and he felt her budding horns brush against his palm as she shook her head. “No? Really?” She nodded, and he reached over to grab her and hoist her up on the bed. “What did you dream about?” he asked, draping an arm across her middle protectively.
She wiggled and writhed out of his grip, crawling onto his back. “Monsters,” she said plainly, as though no more needed to be explained. She wrapped her arms around his neck and buried herself in his hair. Xaph reached one hand over his shoulder and let it rest on her forearm.
Monsters. Considering what the orcs had done to her parents, he wasn’t inclined to disagree with her. There were monsters aplenty on Draenor, and few had the courtesy to be banished by checking under the bed with a lamp.
“You stay right there.” He gave her arm a light squeeze. “I’ll keep a watch out for the monsters, okay? I won’t let them get you.” He stretched himself out flat on his belly and drew the blankets around her. “They won’t get you.”
“I won’t let them.”
And in fact... I don't! Or, at least, not as much as I used to. Part of it has to do with how my free time is allotted these days, and part of it is that I'll start something, put it down when I need a break, and never pick it up again. That said, I want to share some snippets of writing that I did 1-2 years ago, and see if y'all have general criticisms and, more specifically, ideas about how to get back into writing.
I'm reposting these from my tumblr page (sorry to disappoint the Shack, but it's not a terribly erotic blog). Most of 'em are just little scenes in the lives of my characters, and they're all set in the Warcraft universe. I'll add context in a header as needed.
So to start off, here's a little scene with Xaphias, my noncombatant monk. He ended up as the caretaker to an orphaned girl, mostly due to him being the only one in his guild with anything resembling a parental instinct.
“Xaph. Hey, man, wake up. Xaph!”
Xaphias felt the very nice dream he’d been having slip away. Details were lost as quickly as his mind had provided them; he could now only just remember something to do with a sauna and copious amounts of elekk steaks. He cracked open an eye as a tiny hand pressed into his cheek, and a pair of small glowing eye stared back at him. “Zap,” a tiny voice whined, its owner’s palate too young to pronounce his name properly. “Zap. I hadda bad dream, Zap.”
He propped himself up on one arm, looking down at the little girl at his bedside. “A bad dream? Oh nooo…” he slurred as he got his bearings. A chronometer at his bedside read off some ungodly hour in the early morning, and the aches in his joints from carrying around barrels and boxes were all too real to be a dream. He reached out to Lila, resting his hand on her head. “Did you wet the bed this time?”
The glow of her eyes swayed side to side and he felt her budding horns brush against his palm as she shook her head. “No? Really?” She nodded, and he reached over to grab her and hoist her up on the bed. “What did you dream about?” he asked, draping an arm across her middle protectively.
She wiggled and writhed out of his grip, crawling onto his back. “Monsters,” she said plainly, as though no more needed to be explained. She wrapped her arms around his neck and buried herself in his hair. Xaph reached one hand over his shoulder and let it rest on her forearm.
Monsters. Considering what the orcs had done to her parents, he wasn’t inclined to disagree with her. There were monsters aplenty on Draenor, and few had the courtesy to be banished by checking under the bed with a lamp.
“You stay right there.” He gave her arm a light squeeze. “I’ll keep a watch out for the monsters, okay? I won’t let them get you.” He stretched himself out flat on his belly and drew the blankets around her. “They won’t get you.”
“I won’t let them.”