Diamond Tears

Day 40: March 11 (written)

Tears crystalize on her cheeks then fall, tlinking softly against the floor. They roll toward the writhing fire trapped behind the grate. Even before its monstrous heat, the tears — now diamonds — cannot melt. But the heat cracks wickedly against her skin, rising fissure in her cold flesh that do not bleed. Chained to the chair, all she can do is weep.



What to write?

11 December 2016:

A couple weeks ago, I wrote a lot of my thoughts and feelings down. It felt as if I was pushing myself to really think and consider things: how I felt, what I felt, my situation, who I was, what I believed.

I didn’t post any of it; I never post those kinds of reflections. I have a writing document, or a journaling word document. It’s where I can work through thoughts and confusion and realizations. Or at least it feels like I am. I don’t have to worry if the paragraphs fit together, or if it makes sense, or if it has a unified topic, or if it is writerly or witty or just good writing. I don’t have to worry about if my feelings sound good. I can just focus on what I mean or what I feel.

Almost two weeks ago, I posted a verbatim one about my purpose and why I write. I hadn’t written anything since then.

Today’s the seventh Anniversary of The Princess and the Frog. It’s the only Disney movie that directly influenced my writing. That winter soon after it premiered, me and my immediate family went to Walt Disney World and stayed at resort near Animal Kingdom. It was an awesome place. (It was connected to the safari/savanna so there was a waterhole area outside where you could view animals; we saw a giraffe drinking on the last day.*) But it was really out of the way.

More importantly there was a lot of PatF stuff being promoted. So, the African décor, animals, PatF, and the Christmas lights and spirit mashed up in my mind to deter and take over the second book of my Aladdin-lyric story.

That’s a really bad working name, but it’s the best I can think of to explain it.  Essentially, I wanted to take the cut lyrics from Disney’s Aladdin and see if I could create a compelling story out of it. Or more precisely, if I could take a lazy character and a spoiled character and see if I could make them compelling. By the end, it had begun to deviant from that idea and sink into a strange fog focused on the early stages of my Dreams. Then PatF came out. And I got two new characters that changed the plot.

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Gate of the Gods

THE STURDY GATES, crafted entirely out of Wood, stood emblazoned by moonlight before Rismene. Metallic stakes were drilled into the Tree’s cut, smoothed, and carved branches. Fine pictures spiraled all across the upper arches; they were strained blue, as if to depict a brighter, moonless sky above and stood over each side of the gate.

It was breathless, impressive sight. Rismene had to admire that. Still…

Marching up to the el-rivka’s1 gate, she banged loudly on the wood.

“Come out. I’ve come to claim my heirtage! My father was one of you! You cannot lock me out! Let me in!”

1 gods’

Written: 1 August 2014

Word count:  100

A/N: my earliest attempt at trying to figure out what the gods’ home looked like; also this is my first time writing Rismene

Queen of Spring [Day 168]

THE ICICLES OF the forest chimed. A soft sweet vibration hummed as iridescent neheva thwacked the icy trunks with their long, snake-like tails. They whirled from tree to tree, dainty glittering wings whizzing around their tiny muzzles. Spring coming, spring coming, they sang to one another. It was time to wake up the sleeping flower queen.

Written: 6 March 2016

Words: 56 wds

Inspired: trying to tell a story


Writing Demons: creature etymology 

You know what’s interesting (to me anyway)? Is that if you derive the meaning of creatures or supernatural entities from their etymology, as I like to, it presents a fun and intriguing contrast between demons and angels.

Demons would be divine, guiding spirits or lesser gods, possibly with some connection to division. Angels, on the other hand, would be messengers or swift couriers

Just a little etymological quirk that amuses. And probably plays some part in how I conceptualize demons. (I do the same thing with fairies; I associate them with fate or speaking fate.)

Gotta love how they both have some Greek roots.