Journey of the Gods

Yochi stood on top of Kan-U-Uayeyab’s temple in Kisin and watched as the sun rose above the trees. He held a spear in one hand; the other hand rested on a panther’s head. The panther was sitting on his haunches, staring out over the trees. Its sleek fur was black as night, and glimmered in the rising sun.
–>This is the first part of my first chapter of my new novel. The working title is Journey of the Gods and though it is set on the same world as my last completed novel Lost Sister, the main characters are not the same. So kind of part two, but not really. Enjoy and let me know what you think!

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Yochi came here often, to learn from Kan-U-Uayeyab, to ask his god and mentor questions, but also to get away from others. He liked the solitude. He knew that as soon as he was far enough away from the temple, he would hear the answer to whatever question he had, but that was the point. Sometimes, he just wanted to find the answer himself.

Last week, he turned 18. Next week, he would be going through the coming of age ritual, and he really didn’t understand why. In the eyes of his people, Yochi was an adult. The ritual would mark him as a man. He would gain a few tattoos based on any dreams he had this year, but also based on what his mentors said about him.

He had no fear of what his mentors would say. Raxka spoke well of him to anyone who would listen. Kan-U-Uayeyab reminded others of what he thought as well. But Yochi just wasn’t sure he was ready.

The ritual would mark him as a man, but what did that mean really? He felt he was a hunter and had been called one since the age of nine, when he took down his first large pray. He fought well in all his combat courses and knew when to stop. He would always try to stop a fight before it started and was therefore seen as a diplomat as well. But did all these things make him a man? Did his age? He sighed and sat by his panther. Ix Chel leaned against him and purred loudly.

He laughed a bit and slipped his arm around her. Ix Chel was there to guide him and help him do as he thought was right, not what others wanted him to do. She was the only one that seemed to understand his doubt. He had several discussions with his sisters, but they seemed not to understand. Nimah, Nimla, and Emetaly all went through the ritual without giving it much thought. He remembered watching them go through the motions and knew he could not do the same.

All his life, Yochi had performed rituals while keeping the words and meanings in his heart. He had recited the words to the coming of age ritual too many times to count in the past year. He was expected to know it by heart. Problem was, he didn’t feel it in his heart. The words fell flat from his lips.

He shook his head. He couldn’t do it. No matter what his family thought, he could not go through the ritual. Now he only had to tell his mother and father.

Blank Page

Note: Wrote this in college. Find it very fitting for NaNoWriMo.

The blank page
stares at him, mocking him.
It is like the universe
before it was born.
Vast and empty, waiting
for God, or science,
to change it.

A black spot appears,
as a star or planet;
an idea born of God,
the writer.

The spot grows; forming
the planets of ideas, the homes
of beings not yet created.
The God looks on in surprise
as the page takes on new meaning.

Suddenly, a mark is struck out
as a troublesome child,
cast from the house.
The child, left alone,
leaves an ugly stain
that can never be fully removed.

In the end, the God looks back
on what he has created,
and sighs
resting,
knowing a new world is waiting
on the next page.

Thanksgiving

So, as I posted last week, my NaNoWriMo project is done, and I started a new novel. I’ve written 2 1/2 chapters in the past week, but only 250ish words in the past two days. I think it has to do with it being very close to Thanksgiving. My late husband’s favorite holiday was Thanksgiving. Jason and a friend of ours would go all out and have a huge potluck for all our friends in the area that didn’t have family or didn’t want to hang out with family. Crazy food was served (last year, he attempted poutine), and other things. Too many to remember.

We would hold these crazy shindigs at our friend Tim’s house. Everyone would show up, eat too much, drink if they wanted to and in general just have a grand old time. This year, to stop myself from looking to the door every time someone comes in, in the vague hope that Jason shows up, I’m headed to my sister’s place out of town. I think it’s best.

I really wanted to add more words to my new novel, lots of new words, before the end of November, but I think I’m just going to be happy with finishing my 18th novel and starting a new one. I’ll keep working at the new one and post the word count periodically (weekly), but it won’t be a daily thing. It wasn’t posted here daily, but was on my Facebook page: https://www.facebook.com/catstarkwriter

Point to all this? (feel like I’m rambling) I am missing my Jason tonight, and wanted to get that out, but I am also posting a poem and I feel like posting a bit of my new novel too. Not sure I’m going to, but I really think that might be fun to do. Yes, yes I am going to post a little of my new novel. There may be typos as I have not had a final read through. Sorry if there are and well, deal with it. I don’t have a professional editor.

Final thoughts of the evening: if you celebrate Thanksgiving have a good one, if you don’t, well, have a good one anyway. Stay safe and as my favorite writer Neil Gaiman says, “Make good art.”

Peace.

Still writing for Nanowrimo

11-22-13 1969 words of the new novel added.

Finally have a working title that I like: Journey of the Gods. It’s about a character created while writing Lost Sister. That makes this kind of a part 2, but not really, as it does not center around the same characters as the first one. It does take place in the same world, though.
It’s only the 2nd novel I’ve written from the viewpoint of a male.

Here’s the rundown as I see it so far. I haven’t finished writing it yet, so it may change as I go.

18 year old Yochi is about to go through his coming of age ritual, but feels far from ready. The day of the ritual, he tells his father, Chief of the Nayians, that he refuses to go through the ritual. Before the chief can protest, Oyama, the woman Yochi loves, steps forwards and  says he must go on the Journey of the Gods. Yochi agrees, and the couple set out together to find the answers to his trepidation.

So there you go. Oh, and by the way, it’s a little frustrating that I have a synopsis for an unfinished novel when I don’t have one for the novels I’ve finished. Such is life.

So it was bugging me that I have a synopsis for Journey of the Gods but not for Lost Sister, so I wrote one. And it wasn’t as hard as I thought it would be, so that’s a plus! Here it is:

On an expedition to Naya, Nikki finds love, unearths lies and discovers she is not who she thinks she is. But with the handsome Nayian warrior Ichik by her side, Nikki feels she can take on the anything.

Lost Sister – Teaser

Here it is! The first part of my novel Lost Sister. This is the one I finished during Nanowrimo. It also spawned the new novel I am currently working on. Hope you like this. Have fun in life!

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The woman ran as fear gripped her mind, making things hard to process. The city flashed by around her, but she couldn’t stop to ask for help. Something was chasing her. Something large.

Nikki ran into someone and finally did try to talk to the man, but he stared at her oddly, as if he didn’t understand her. She tried again and realized she was not speaking in English. She didn’t know what language she spoke. She ripped away from him as he shook his head and continued on.

After a moment, Nikki realized the inhabitants of the city were gone. She stopped running and saw the city was in sad disrepair, with vines climbing the gray walls, and shrubs growing along the edges of the buildings.

Somewhere close behind, something large moved and Nikki ran on again. Her long black hair streamed out behind her, catching in the breeze. A small part of her mind urged her to stop and tie it back, in a braid of all things, but she ignored the voice and raced on.

Nikki nearly screamed as she stopped running abruptly. The road ended in a sheer drop. The city was gone in front of her. She waved her arms, trying to keep steady, and then finally just fell back on her behind to keep from going over the edge into the gray abyss. She quickly turned over and got to her feet, scrambling away from the edge.

Heart in her mouth, she looked at the city, and somehow was not surprised to see forest. She whipped back around and realized she was surrounded completely by trees. The trees were ancient, with trunks wider than her torso. The canopy mostly hid the sunlight, allowing streamlets in and nothing more. Her surroundings may have changed, but the time of day had not.

Nikki swallowed hard as the large something roared. Holding her head high, she stood her ground as the panther finally emerged from the forest. She fell to her knees. There was no fighting this creature. At its head, it was more than half her size. If it decided to stand on its back legs, it would dwarf her. The beast was massive, with sleek black fur and hungry green eyes.

It purred as it advanced and suddenly, Nikki’s fear parted. She stood tall, peace and calm taking over. She bowed her head, closed her eyes and waited for the creature to come to her, knowing that whatever her fate, this beast was not here to harm her.

Nanowrimo Part 2

Well, it’s November 18 and my experiment appears to be done. After writing as often as I could the past 18 days, I have finished my 18th novel.
Ok, that’s just cool. 18 & 18.
With 71040 words, I have completed the first draft of my 18th novel.

I am very glad I did this experiment.

Has this experiment conquered all that ails me? Nope.
Did I think it would? Nope.
Has it taught me something? Several things. And that’s what counts.
That and the fact that I have 18 books finished.

Holy crap.

I share in your loss

I may not have known her,

But I understand how you feel.

When we lose someone we love,

Our emotions become raw.

 

When we lose another,

Or if a friend does,

It reminds us of the pain we felt

When our own loved one passed.

 

I am sorry for your loss

Does not quite cover it,

But what else can be said?

 

There really are no words

To express the fact

That I know exactly what you are going through.

And because of my own hard loss,

I grieve with you.

New stuff

Due to my Nanowrimo decision, I probably won’t be posting something every Wednesday. Not that I’ve ever been that great at keeping a schedule, but hey, I’ve been trying.

That being said, when I want to post something I will. Have a great holiday season and always remember to create things, even if it’s something no one else will appreciate.

Another Day on the Job

Matt looked out at the water, wondering what he was doing. He should be at work, but today felt like a good day to stare out at the ocean and forget his responsibilities. So here he was at the docks, watching the ships and dock workers move. Other people could work today. He had opted not to.

A seagull’s cry broke this thoughts, and he took a deep breath. Nothing really mattered today. Not Krisy’s unemployment, not the baby’s sore throat, just the waves hitting the dock, rocking it gently.

“So, you ready to get this done, or what?”

Matt looked to Devon, his dragon and sighed. “No.”

Devon stared at Matt with his intense purple eyes. The sun hit his golden scales and made him seem unreal. “It’s your job.”

“I’m tired of doing that. Just once, I’d like to be able to ride you through the clouds without purpose. I don’t want to scare the people of Dartmouth. And they have a dragon rider, too. I’ve heard he’s terrifying. They don’t need to be scared and I certainly don’t need to battle today.”

“The mayor is holding the dragon rider hostage. We’re not scaring the people, we’re trying to rescue a fellow dragon. Now get on my back; break time is over.”

Matt rolled his eyes, slipped his helmet on, and did as told.

Magic Bookstore

Mary and Charlie stared at each other before turning quickly to exit the aisle. Mary looked surprised as she realized that the exit on her end was gone. She heard Charlie curse and realized his exit was gone as well. Mary sighed heavily and turned back to Charlie.

“Damned magic bookstore.”

She glared at him. “Oh, stop it. You wanted this to happen. You probably hoped for it.”

“The spell takes two, sweetheart.”

The glare deepened. She hated when he called her sweetheart, or sweetie, or any other term of endearment. He wasn’t her boyfriend. Sure, they slept together once, but it wasn’t serious and she sure as heck didn’t want a repeat.

“Drop the spell so we can leave.”

He glared at her. “I’m trying. You’re blocking me.”

“Oh, that is such bull!”

They started arguing, but before too long, a book fell from the top shelf. It landed on its spine and popped open in between them. Curious, they stepped closer and peered at the beautifully painted pages.

Charlie realized what it was first and laughed. “Joy of Sex for Magic Users. Awesome.” He looked to Mary. “And you said you didn’t have fun.”

She did the only thing she could think of: stuck her tongue out at him. He had the audacity to laugh. He laughed harder as the library fell away and they found themselves in a clearing, near the lake. Charlie walked closer to Mary, stepping around the book. He held his hand out to her.

“Well?”

Mary rolled her eyes and took his hand. With his added energy, she was able to reverse the spell and get them back to the library. He looked disappointed as she walked away. From behind him came another woman’s voice.

“Told you it wouldn’t work.”

“Shut up, sis.”