Piece By Piece, The Masterpiece Forms

The story is coming along! A bit slowly at the moment because I'm lazy and haven't wanted to sit down to focus on it for a while, but it's still slowly coming together. I have just had a lot of stress keeping me from focusing on anything else lately. Hopefully that will soon change. I decided I want to make a bigger map with more land I think. Not sure if I will just shrink all of the things I have on the map now so there is more space in between everything or if I will just add more pieces of land around it, but I'm definitely going to have to change it a little. I have been doing quite a bit of reading lately and watching Netflix and both have given me more ideas for things to happen in my story. My plan is to get the map finished and work more on the plot and make a step by step plan for how I want things to happen and be revealed. Then after that its developing my characters and their characteristics. I'm pretty excited for that part. I have been going through all the music on my computer and separating them into playlists based on the emotion I get from the songs so that when I'm writing a sad part I can put on the sad playlist and not suddenly have an action song come on. Listening to the right music really sucks me in and I can write better and with more emotion to convey to my readers. Usually if the music has words tho, it's harder for me to concentrate so I try to stick to instrumentals, especially Epic Music. Hope to have more info for another update soon because that means I actually got some work done on it! ;)

New Story Idea Progress

The storyline for my book is really coming along! I'm getting more and more excited every day. My husband is so good and listens to me when I need to bounce ideas off of him and gives me really good feedback, which is great because it sparks new ideas. I'm adding more layers to the plot all the time, carefully crafting this story layer by layer.

The last few days I've actually been working on the map of the land in the story. I'm not gonna lie, I sat and stared at the blank page having NO idea even where to start. I tried to find some map generators after a while to see if I could get SOMETHING to start with, but I ended up just looking through a bunch of different map examples and just decided to just draw a shape and add some mountains and figure out the rest from there...and it worked! My only problem now is that I'm just drawing on small notebook pages so things are a little crammed in there so I'm going to have to get some bigger paper or just tape a few together or something. The map will really help with moving the storyline along because I'll kind of know where the characters are going and what stands in their way. I will also be able to figure out what I want to add to the map if I want something in the story that's not where it should be on the map.

This story is going to be pretty awesome. There will be a lot of action, magic, power, all sorts of characters, mythical creatures, drama, and plenty of adventure. And of course, Dragons. :D

Short Dragon Story

Flames streamed past Solana's face as she threw her back against a large rock. Where was he? She took a deep breath and leaned carefully around the corner of the rock, squinting through the smoke and steam. Two blood red eyes glared angrily at her through the smoke. She spotted her bow laying a few feet away where she had dropped it in her scramble for cover. Her arrows were still strapped onto her back. Solana peered back into the smoke. The eyes were gone. Where had it gone? She scanned the area, even looking over her shoulder just to be sure it wasn't behind her about to swipe her up in its vicious claws. The only other place it could be was in the - A screech finished her thought.

She looked up and saw it turning toward her, beating two colossal wings hard as it sped straight for her. She had never seen such a magnificent yet terrifying sight in her entire life. The dragon was a brilliant red, with horns and spikes all over its scaled body. It's eyes glowed a fierce red and smoke streamed from its nostrils as it prepared to spume more ferocious flames from its terrible maws. The dragon's snout and claws were slick with fresh blood from its meal that had been interrupted by an arrow that bounced off its sturdy neck.

Solana reacted quickly, diving for her dropped bow. Too late, she realized that she didn't have enough time to get behind any rocks to survive the blast of fire already coming from the dragons mouth. She covered her face with her arms, bracing against what she knew would be the end of her.

Suddenly, someone bellowed a war cry and two shadows passed over her closed eyes. Could it be him? She heard a whoosh and felt the heat of the flames, but nothing like she expected. She opened her eyes. The flames seemed to be bouncing off of an invisible bubble that surrounded her. A man in dark blue robes stood in front of her with his hands stretched out in front of him, focusing on creating a force field around Solana, himself, and a man clad in heavy armor with a large round shield and a sharpened double-edged sword in his hands. The mage's brow was furrowed in concentration, pushing the flames around the three of them.

"Theron! Zeke!" Solana cried in relief.

"Sorry it took so long Solana! Healing my arm took longer than we thought," called Theron over his shoulder to her. The dragon had knocked Theron aside when one of Solana's arrows had pierced the membrane of one of it wings, angering it to the point where it didn't care to really go after anyone other than her. Theron had slammed into a jagged rock, snapping his sword arm. Zeke, the mage, had been hiding nearby, preparing a thunderbolt to hurl at the dragon, but stopped to pull Theron to safety and heal his arm, otherwise he would be useless. Solana had been forced to just focus on staying alive until they came to help.

The flames stopped as the dragon flew over their heads. It screeched in anger when it saw that not only were the other two back, but they had kept Solana from burning to a crisp. The dragon landed heavily not too far away, deciding to try a new tactic. Zeke hurled an energy sphere at the dragon, hitting it in the same wing the arrow had pierced. It shrieked in agony. Theron was already sprinting at full speed toward it, so it lashed out at him with its tail. He narrowly dodged it and slashed at the dragons leg, drawing blood. Not a critical hit, but it still caused the dragon pain. A small burst of flames came out of the dragon's mouth as it shrieked angrily and swiped at Theron with its claws again. He buffeted the blow with his shield. Solana quickly notched an arrow and drew back the bow, aiming for the dragon's eye. She let it go and watched it barely miss its target, bouncing off of the dragon's cheek. That got its attention.

Forgetting Theron, who was quickly climbing up onto a ledge of rocks, the dragon turned back to Solana. Once Theron was on the ledge, Solana shot another arrow, this time hitting her mark and piercing one of its eyes. The dragon screamed, thrashing its head against the rocks around it, trying to knock the arrow free. Flames were being released everywhere in the dragon's anger. Theron dropped his shield and leaped onto the back of its neck as it swung by the ledge he was on.

This particular dragon's weak spot was just behind its head where the head and neck met. Zeke had determined that before they had interrupted its meal. Theron raised his sword and plunged it deep into the weak spot. The dragon screamed again, but this time it was cut short. One final burst of flames spewed from its mouth, and it collapsed heavily to the ground, with Theron still clinging tightly to its neck. When the smoke and dust settled, they could see the dragon on the ground, unmoving. Theron climbed over its outstretched neck, panting heavily.

When Theron limped over, the three of them looked at each other and began to laugh and cheer. The dragon that had tormented their city for so long was finally dead! They could finally return home for a well earned rest, for their long, arduous journey had come to an end.

Yet Another Random Writing Moment

So after having a dream described to me today, I got to thinking about it. It's always been something that I have always wanted a guy to do for me someday. So I want to write a little like clip of a story or something. I just want to describe the scenario how I see it in a creative writing way. We will see how it turns out ha ha. I hope the person who described this dream to me (you know who you are) will be ok with me writing this. Its one of those things that I just HAVE to get out of me...comes with being a writer lol I'll just use the same two names I used in one of my other random clips of writing in another blog down below.....

Daren got out of his shiny black car and stretched as he yawned widely. He was completely exhausted. Work had gone horribly today. Nothing had gone right. He hadn't been able to finish what he was supposed to finish and whatever could have possibly went wrong, did go wrong. He was ready to go crawl into bed and take a good nap. He dragged his feet as he moved toward the enormous house he and his wife shared. He had landed a good enough job, that he could afford to spoil his wife so. How he loved to see her smile. He imagined that beautiful smile now. That image in his mind gave him the extra push to make it into the house. He paused in the doorway, cocked his head to the side, and listened for any noise. He wanted to surprise his wife today. After hearing nothing but dead silence, he quietly set his bags down on the table in his study and began to search the house. Maybe she is sleeping, he thought to himself. He checked the bedroom, the bathrooms, the entertainment room, the hot tub room, and just about every other room in the house. He ended up in the living room, his brow furrowed as he thought of where she could possibly be. His arms already ached and longed to have her back in them. He glanced out the window to make sure her car was still in the driveway. After confirming that it was still sitting out in the sun where it had sat this morning, he sat and watched the dust bunnites swirl around in the shafts of light escaping through the curtains. He went over all the rooms in the house in his head, mentally noting that he had checked them all. Then suddenly he realized he hadn't checked the kitchen. Of course! The most obvious spot to check! He quietly tiptoed to the kitchen and peered around a corner cautiously. There she was, standing at the sink, quietly washing dishes. She hummed softly to herself, almost inaudible. No wonder he hadn't heard her. She was so quiet lately. He softly padded across the tile floor and wrapped his arms around her, startling her. She let out a gasp and he kissed her right temple.
"Hello my love," he said quietly in her ear.
"You scared me! How was your day dear?"
"It was probably better than yours. You shouldn't be doing dishes like this in your condition..." he replied.
Both looked down at her bulging almost 9 months pregnant stomach. She gently placed a hand on it and smiled at him. He began to help her clean the dishes. He washed, she dried, and he put them away. The dishwasher had broken a few nights before, so they were stuck hand washing for the present. Everything was happy and peaceful. He kissed her gently and they smiled lovingly at each other. Everything was as it should be.

Anyway, thats just from a dream I was told about and I thought it would be cool to write it down lol

Random Burst of Writing

So I was just getting on the internet and saw the layout that I have set for my default internet page and suddenly had this random urge to write something so I pulled up a word document and just wrote for like fifteen or twenty minutes and this is what came of it....

There is something about a kiss. Something that can change your life forever. Such a simple thing as pressing your lips against another’s. It’s strange how we go throughout our whole lives searching for that “right” kiss. What exactly is the right kiss? What makes that kiss different from any of the others? It’s the same thing. Your lips against theirs. Yes, some may be better kissers than others, but that doesn’t mean that kiss is the “right” one. It’s funny how easily you can be deceived by a kiss. You can think it felt “right,” but then you are hurt and broken by that very “right” person. How are you supposed to know that you aren’t being deceived? That it’s not just your own longing that is causing you to think it is right? That you are not just in love with the idea of being in love? So many thoughts race through my head as I am here with you…and you are moving closer…My heart beats faster until it becomes almost a purr. Why am I letting you get so close and not stopping you? I’ve been hurt so many times before. Why am I so gullible? Yet I do not move. Did I just move closer to you too? Oh crap I just looked at your lips. Focus now. Back on your eyes. That’s it. How do I know these feelings aren’t just fake and brought out because of my own longing? Is this love? Or is it simply lust? I frown slightly. You seem to notice. Why is this moment going so slow? Crap I just looked at your lips again! You notice the slight flicker of my eyes and I can just see the laughter in your eyes now. Are you mocking me? Hmmmm…you are even closer now. Just a tiny lift of my chin would put our lips together. I hesitate. I’m terrified. I know you want more from me than I can give right now. I’m scared. What if I really don’t love you? What if this was all just a fantasy in my mind? Am I willing to give in and kiss you? If I do, I am going to be so deeply attached that if you reject me, I will die inside. Is time even moving forward? It doesn’t seem like it. I look into your eyes again. Oh those eyes…I think I’m drowning in your eyes. I take a deep breath. I think I am drowning. I need CPR. Something drives me to lift my chin and our lips meet. I’m shocked at myself. What am I doing?! Pull away! Why am I kissing you?! I can’t believe myself! I scream at myself in my mind to stop. But I don’t. I wonder why I am in this position right now. Oh yeah, it’s because… (the words slip out of my mouth in a whisper) …“I love you.”