Happy Storyteller Saturday!

Happy Storyteller Saturday!

In the world of your WIP, what character would you say undergoes the most drastic transformation (in personality, character arc, worldviews, or even appearance)? What character doesn't? Would you say the setting/environment surrounding them (including the people around them) had something to do with this change or was it something completely internal to them?

Thank you so much for the question, @mysticstarlightduck , this was a lot of fun to answer!

I would say that my greatest character transformation is my main character Elva, by far. Without spoiling too much she goes through some amazing hardships several times that rock her worldviews fully. Her character arc is all about trust so it's kind of a given but it's cool to have figured out where and why and especially how it changes. And her appearance is something that takes a couple different severe turns too. Right at the beginning and right at the end she gets a new look apiece.

Her friend Tholi stays the most steady through the whole story. He is a stubborn bastard of a sireling who refuses change to the point where it... I was going to give everything away there but thought against it as I was writing.

As for setting it has everything to do with these changes or their lack. Both the location and company they keep has a lot to do with how they develop.

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Planning v. Discovery

The first thing you must decide when you embark on the journey of drafting a story is how you’re going to get it done. Typically, there are two groups you can fit into, though most writers are somewhere in between. There are writers who plan meticulously before they begin writing to create a very clean first draft, or there are discovery writers (otherwise known as “pantsers”) who find more success in choosing a premise and then using a zero draft to explore the idea before gluing down any details. You are most likely someone who falls between those two methods. Some initial planning to feel familiar with your idea before you do some of the planning through the writing itself. Having some semblance of a method will help you narrow down your own process, which is immensely important if you want to get any substantial project near completion.

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Heads Up 7 Up!

I was tagged by @tabswrites for this one! Thank you so much!

Around 7 lines from my WIP Realms of Loss -

They’re opening the carriage, it seems. Though - if he [Lucian] had to describe it - one could say it was really more of a cage than anything else. The chilling creak of frozen iron pops in his ears, as one by one, the locks and gears are removed, like a puzzle coming undone before him. Lucian leaned forward, watching the scene unfold. His curiosity, however, was soon replaced with growing outrage.

Tagging - @autumnalwalker, @cabbojage, @unstablewifiaccess, @lassiesandiego, @hrmkingizzy, @thewardenofwinter, @doublegoblin, @gummybugg and @exquisitecrow

Heads Up Seven Up

@mysticstarlightduck tagged me in this, and I encourage anyone who sees this to play along! (I have so many writer friends it's hard to remember the names of everyone I want to see oops) ANYWAY, last seven lines I wrote are as follows:

He bowed low before leaving us.

Alone with my master I wobbled to stay upright. The rush of healing had worn off. "So what do you make of this?" I pointed to the new, stubby growth on my scalp.

Master Caricus smiled widely. "You grassy things are always quick to recover but this I've never seen happen so fast. I think you're ready for the next step."

🎃Trick or treat!💀

--@oh-no-another-idea

Thanks for the ask, @oh-no-another-idea!!!

Treat! 🎃

This is the last one of these in my inbox, I know I was late to answer it, but in the spirit of Halloween, have a smol spooky snippet from Tales of Wilted Flowers!

The dead forest was eerie - filled with the kind of silence where things appear louder than they should ever be. They could hear everything, and yet, not enough. It felt like... death. Something terrible had happened in this place, this they knew. And the echoes of what once was still haunted the ruins that remained in an endless winter. As the last threads of rageful spirits. mourning what was taken from them. Every they took upon this ashen, barren soil felt wrong, dangerous. No one was supposed to be here. The wind whistled as it curved around twisted branches, a cold, soulless chill passing through them. Cinder-covered snow crunched beneath the soles of their boots, though the air was dry as a desert. And yet, the ruins they sought remained out of reach - that is presuming they managed not to get lost beforehand. "Are you sure we are on the right track?" Caladin asked tentatively, wincing at how his hushed voice seemed to echo even so. He scratched the back of his neck, awkwardly. "... Because I'm sure whatever terror is inside these ruins certainly is not a good way to die." There was a pause, for a moment, but not for long. Arista looked over her shoulder, still carefully holding up the torch that was lighting their way as their group all but waded through the forest's thick fog. "No, I'm not sure. But I grew up on tales of this place - or at least, of what this place used to be before... all of this." She gestured outwards towards the fog-filled wastes, skipping over a gnarled root. "If we're lucky, and our suspicious friend back in the city was telling the truth, we might just make it out alive. At this point, blind luck seems to be our charm."

Heads Up Seven Up

I was tagged by @tabswrites for this one, here! Thanks for the tag!

Rules: post the last seven lines you wrote! Then tag others!

It's not exactly seven lines, I think, but here you go!

From Tales of Wilted Flowers -

“Out of all the bad ideas, my dear.” Xarian shakily called out [to Lorelai], not breaking eye contact with the beastly wolf currently a burning stick away from biting his neck off. Instead of standing by the snuffed-out fire, he’d moved forward. But that made him the only thing standing between a Faellyn petrified by fear and a ravenous shadow-hound. He scoffed, softly, at the situation they were in. “That has to be one of our worst.”

Tagging (gently) - @lassiesandiego, @sm-writes-chaos, @hrmkingizzy, @unstablewifiaccess, @aziz-reads, @writernopal, @steh-lar-uh-nuhs, @oh-no-another-idea, @elshells and @clairelsonao3