I’m writing today to update on my NaNoWriMo project. I started off with the intention of finishing up my YA fantasy “Fall of Gaela” Book One, and I am still working on it for parts of Nano. I felt myself drawn to a side project that has been brewing the past few years. I’m not sure if I’ll make it quite to 50K this year but I’m confident that I can make it to 40K especially since I have the week of Thanksgiving off. I’ll have plenty of time to write. Right now, I’m at about 10K words and still need at least 6-10K this weekend to catch up (if I want to make it to 50K). A little bit about my current project, without too many spoilers – I am writing something about a slayer (think Buffy the Vampire Slayer but a little more woke). She also has magical powers so she’s not just a hunter, she actually has the power to heal earth’s creatures. It’s a beautiful concept intertwined with elements of horror. I’m trying something new with this project and letting my character tell me her story herself instead of planning the plot ahead of time. I’ve been inspired by storytelling across cultures, unplanned, uncensored, unfiltered. I want to tap into that creative energy flow instead of planning stuff out. Anyways, thanks for letting me share my honest thoughts on here.
I’m hoping to have a novel ready to publish in the next few months – a year. We’ll see!
I’ll check in once I finish my NaNoWriMo on how the rest of the month will go. I’m also working on a Roanoke story, will post it on here once I finish it! Not keen on submitting my short stories to publications, would rather just share it on here with all of you 🙂
So for this piece I decided to delve into some world building for a trilogy scifi idea I have, which takes place in another planet beyond the sun’s reach…the land is dying because its desperate for light…here’s a narrative on my protagonist’s childhood memory:
The sunsets were dazzling as the sun prepared to go into its slumber. Hues of mustard and tangerine blended together into a beautiful spread across the sky surrounding the kingdom of Gaela. The young girl cupped her hand pretending to lift the colors of the sunset out of celestial sphere that reflected off the lakes. A smile formed upon her face, as she closed her eyes and felt the last rays of sunlight seeping through her skin. Light was a luxury in Gaela and any moment that the people could get with the sun was sacred. The sun was a god to the people and the moon was as well, any source of light.
Eighteen hours per day the land was filled with terror and darkness. Creatures beyond the fray awaited the moments the moonlight dissipated into the abyss of the universe so they could prey on the weak. The kingdom lived in a state between waking and sleeping, in a constant fear of the night. They were forced to become one with the night as the sun’s rotation grew further away from their planet. Circadian rhythms were out of sync, causing a mental disorientation amongst everyone and this young girl managed to maintain balance through all of the chaos. There was something special about her. She had the ability to manipulate the four of the five elements: water, air, earth, and, fire.
With this power, she had to hold onto the secret because if anyone were to know what she was capable of, she could be drained from her energy. She knew the cost of her special ability could lead to her demise so she never spoke of it. She tried her best not to let her powers show in each activity she had with other children her age. She knew it was wrong yet the curiosity gnawed at her insides of how much further she could take it. How powerful could she become?
~ ER Buendia
I will be using the Story A Day Challenge this month to help me connect with my characters and also to bring you some cool flash fiction. Currently developing a horror anthology zine which I hope to release Halloween week.
Here is my first prompt piece inspired by one of my book ideas (the modern day Arthurian one):
“When I was born…”
When I was born, a reincarnate of a goddess from centuries past bore into me. Her soul lit up the room and my mother was astonished, believe it to be an angel. The light blinded a couple of the nurses in the room because it was powerful luminescence which created a sun-like blast. At first, people were unsure of what I was. They believed that I was a spawn of the devil or some type of evil, but other holy rollers believed me to be an angel. But the dreams I had told me otherwise.
The images of my birth haunted me as I grew up feeling unsure of how to identify myself. I had been adopted into a family that did not know whether to fear me or adore me. As I grew, I began to grow curious of the incident that happened that day I was born and began to read about past lives, angels, evil, and, any other occult topics. I would spend hours trying to decipher what I was. Growing up, I was perplexed by my ability to touch wounded animals and heal them. The animal would shake off their injury and wander off into nature, without any sign of discomfort. My adopted mother caught me healing a wounded bird one day and asked a priest to come and observe me, believing me to be a child of God.
The thing is, that I was not a child of God and I was not related to the devil. I was just me and part of being me, was that I was reincarnated. I did not know this until the dreams began. Dreams of a lush green pasture, a great kingdom, and hooded tall men which looked as though they were wizards from Lord of the Rings. In reality, these men were druids, a race of magical beings who had been lost in the waves of time. In the dreams, people called me Morgan, Morgaine, or Morgana. I did not know what it meant until I stumbled upon mythology which addressed a Morgaine la Faye as a Triple Goddess. I, then, figured out that the power I held inside of me was related to her. Was it possible that I am a reincarnation of a powerful goddess? Me? I am barely passing my high school Algebra class…how could I be the powerful triple goddess?
I am happy to announce that my Story a Day Challenge is going successfully. I have written mystery and horror stories so far that have been so fun to write! From stories about fairy tale lands and floating visions to a story about a peculiar stranger and mysterious vanishing characters. This week is all about novel development.
A little bit about what I’ve been working on I’ll share with you: I’ve been developing a SciFi/Fantasy novel since 2012, it’s an idea that has been looming in my mind that would have a non-cliched female heroine. In this world, there are people with telekinetic abilities and it is post-post apocalyptic, in a kingdom that is flourishing. This week I have been able to work on establishing a setting based loosely on the time of the Middle Ages and Medieval Gothic Renaissance. I am beyond excited to share a short story that takes place in the setting of this universe, but I need to edit it a little bit more first! 🙂
However, here is a little snippet from the Creative Writing workshop I’ve been attending, this is another short story I am developing simultaneously as an exercise:
Barely at seventeen years old, the young girl with the glasses and porcelain colored skin, waited anxiously at the train station. She clutched her indigo purple colored sleeping bag tightly, as it was all that she had left. Wearing some camel brown oxford shoes, tight black pants and a black coat, her neck covered in a plaid colored Burberry scarf, she looked longingly into the cityscape. Hoping for something better, her darkly framed glasses fitting her round face perfectly and hiding the tears that continued to fall down her cheeks. With the cold breeze hitting her face, those tears could easily become frozen and become memories of her current heartache. The bright red colored seats in the train station seemed especially alarming to her on this Monday morning.
Today, her music was blaring Claude Debussy, it was a classical music kind of day and a day to try and stay focused for this teenage girl. Her white headphones were connected to an iPhone that had a cracked screen that she did not have the money to fix. But the music of Debussy was calming enough to get her through the next thirty minutes that she would have to wait for the train this morning.
I will be sharing some more stories later that I do not plan on submitting or querying to literary magazines…
My writing adventures are just started and I am looking forward to creating this universe!