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The five most common insults and slogans of medieval rebels | OUPblog

The five most common insults and slogans of medieval rebels | OUPblog

Progressions – snippets from ‘The Stray Chronicles’

snippets from Strays

an excerpt from latest revisions – Chapter 17

 

The tension in the room was suffocating. Ambrogue and Kai stood defensively in the corner, on guard. Balahir shrunk away in the doorframe, but couldn’t stop watching. Archabiya had dried her tears in the corner. Everyone was at attention, but couldn’t move.

Gryph made for the door, but Merryck and Balahir stood in the way.

“Wait!” Merryck pleaded. Gryph didn’t want to look at him.

“Please,” Dahgmar bent to pick up the medallion, “This is a horrid misunderst –”

“Stop!” Gryph cut, his grip on everything beginning to slip, “I won’t be a part of this!” He turned back to Avior, “This is what the Order has become? You disgrace it; you disgrace everything we fought for. I won’t help you – and I won’t let you take her.” Angry tears welled in his eyes, and he stormed away.

Archabiya stood, horrified, but Avior stopped her in her tracks.

“Don’t. Let him go – give him time. We’ll straighten this all out in time, just, let him have some time…”

 

 

From the Little People’s Point of View

Be careful who you sit on.

They may not like it very much.

They may tell you what’s wrong, 

pain, sorrow and such …

Some may pinch and bite you, 

Twist until you bleed.

Others might tickle, 

see you laugh until you plead.

Some may crawl inside you!

Unknowing to the eye, 

And say strange things, 

to all the passers by …

The submissive little ones

may simply just crush and bend.

And still others yet, meet their sorrowed end.

Amin Rove

Deep in the forest of Ironbirck Grove, 

Lived a small faery named Amin Rove.

She lived off the fruit of the Orange Blossom trees

And she made all her friends of the birds, and the bees

She was innocent and free, and her heart – it was wild

But her touch was gentle and he temper quite mild

She guarded the forests, its lands and its creatures

Tended its growth, and cultured its features

It was a great sorrow, she met an early grave

Though try as they might, none could save

No matter how far her body may be

Her heart lives on in Ironbirck’s trees

So next time you’re walking with Jackson, or Kotch

Remember, Amin Rove is keeping her watch.

I’ve written myself into a corner…..

…and it feels like I’m beating my brains out to get out of it. 

While going through my revisions, and working on re-writes and edits….I made a horrible realization.

I’ve totally jacked up all my timelines. The are generally related to each other in a sense of chronological order. But the reality is – they are not cohesive, or consistent. wtf. How did I do this?

How did I not notice this until just now?  The bigger problem is that this particular set-up needs to happen in this way. It sets up so much more to come, in a drastic – even if subtle – way. If I change this particular scene, or act to fit what has already been written, it fucks up everything else to come. It simply will not work. Or, in order to get it to work, seriously alters the plot line as it currently stands. Which I’m not exactly apt to changing at this point. Yes, sometimes it is necessary to take a turn you did not initially plan for, but this isn’t one of those times without changing the impact of the story as a whole, and basically puts me in a stalemate with myself or my story telling. Which means there is only one option :  go back and fix all the previous written time-line.

…all that work I just finished.

*FACEDESK*

One step forward….ten steps back ? uhg. 

SOME PROGRESS IS BETTER THAN NO PROGRESS

I just have to keep telling myself that.

Rape of Thrones….not so much.

Rape of Thrones….not so much.