At the last minute, I decided to write a novel. I was going to wing it. I had a hero, supporting characters, an opponent, some vague plot ideas, and on the 1st, I started writing.
By the end of the third day, I was a bit bored and frustrated with the story. I just didn't know the hero as well as I would have liked, and I kind of lost my way, storywise.
So I changed gears and picked up a story I'd recently jotted down some ideas for. A trilogy, actually. I know my main characters well, and I have a good idea of how the opponent would act and react to certain things.
Day four changed everything. I started writing a story I actually had good ideas about, and I ran with it. I'm writing one storyline at a time. First came the storyline for the hero, then for his brother, then for the opponent. Only the opponent's storyline wound up being for another character I guess I needed to explore, and boy, have I explored! In the process of writing his second chapter, I reached and surpassed 50K...on Day 16! How cool is that? :D
Ryllin cast his gaze toward the ground. “You’re leaving.”
“I have to. I love you like a brother. I respect you as a leader. But this—” Raeven stretched his arm toward the dead bodies littering the ground. “This I can’t support. These people have done nothing to you. Nothing. And I’m sorry, but it makes me physically sick to see women and children butchered like this.”
“As I told you weeks ago, I knew this would happen. We are alike in many ways, but not in the ways that really matter. You can’t accept my people’s notion of vengeance.”
“That applies to your people, Ryllin. Not these. These people are innocent. I could support you taking vengeance against the man who killed your parents, but these people had nothing to do with it.”
“They played a part in the downfall of Naltzbur!” Ryllin growled.
“They did not,” Raeven exclaimed, pointing to the nearby bodies of several women and children. “They were here while your captives fought for what they believed in — the freedom of the followers of Sol’lann.”
“My people were butchered by those warriors. Turnabout is fair play!”
Raeven straightened and took a deep, calming breath before speaking. “The man who can forgive his enemies will be victorious, for even though he has lost everything outside himself, he has retained and strengthened his character.”
“Don’t you judge me, Raeven.”
“I am not judging you, but your actions tonight have awakened something in me. A sense of fairness, of justice. I now see — if not what I want, then what I don’t want. I don’t want to be a man who lets his anger and bitterness control him to the point where he will massacre the innocent. I don’t want to be a man who can’t forgive. Can you understand that?”
“No, I cannot,” Ryllin whispered. “And because of that, I will lose my closest friend.
“I’m sorry. I wish it could be different.”
“So do I.” Ryllin held out his hand, and Raeven took it. “I will miss you, Raeven Moonweaver. I hope life treats you well.”
“And I you, Ryllin, my friend.”
“As I promised, you may leave without risk of injury to yourself. I said no one would touch you, and they won’t. Please, go now before I change my mind.”
Raeven nodded, turned and walked away.
I'm going to keep writing. The plan is to write the rough drafts of all three books in the trilogy all at once.
I'm also shooting for 100K words by the end of November. I can do it. I'm on a roll! :D
I will say this. If it wasn't for the WANATribe writers who have been sprinting every day, lending support and encouragement, I doubt I'd have won already. I'd probably be around 25-35K right now...which wouldn't be so bad, but man! To write fast and hit the mark so early has given me an incredible feeling. :)
Anyway, that's what I've been up to.
And it's almost time to start on more writing sprints, so I'd better get to it!