Thoughts and progress regarding the epic fantasy saga, "Swords of Fire".
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10 comments:
It's good, isn't it?
It's wonderful! Thank you so much for pointing me toward it.
I'm kind of embarassed by what I wrote, though. If (when) Spouse reads it I think I may have to explain myself a bit.
I started out with "love". Then it drifted into meloncholy, including some medieval references - which I thought were cool. Then, at the 100-word section, everything just went erotic. It carried over to the 200-word section. I'm not normally good at writing erotic (way too self-conscious), but I just re-read it and I think I did okay.
When I got to the 500-word section I assumed I would be continuing from the previous two, but I found myself writing a new character I did not know I knew: Kiahva, a young girl who travels to a nearby village to apprentice as a seamstress. She meets Mekeesha, a slightly older girl from another village who has come to learn pottery. The 500 words become an engaging account of how they fell in love.
I can't believe I wrote that!
Spouse won't like it. That, I already know. But I find myself liking these two girls and I want to write about why their story is important. Ideas are already popping about what will happen next. I expect I'm going to finish it (the spontaneity of the exercise seemed to compell me to write), but I can't help but wonder if this is the kind of story I should be writing.
But I'm committed now (or soon will be, I fear), and I'm going to write it. I'm going to have to hide it from Son, and maybe even Spouse. I don't normally hide things from Spouse. But Spouse won't like this at all. Yesterday, if you had told me I would be writing this, I would have told you that you didn't know me. Now it appears I'm the one who doesn't know me.
Have I gone off or something?
This is so cool! You've unlocked a whole area of creativity you didn't know you had.
Now you need to work on Spouse to get him used to the idea that this kind of story has merit so that when you show him this it won't be a big shock.
There was a time when neither my husband nor I could have handled a story like this but people do change, it just takes time.
Thank you for your enthusiasm. I have actually begun the story. I didn't get far because I got interrupted (isn't that always the way). But I have no doubt I will finish this. I like Kiahva. She seems like such a nice person.
There was a time when I could not have dealt with this subject at all. Not that I expect I shall write anything Pulitzer worthy, but I think I will like it - and others may, too.
The thing I have liked most about my getting older is that I am less dogmatic about fringe issues, and more loving and tolerant of people who are different than me. It sometimes makes me feel wise, but it always fills me with a sense of peace. I just like getting along with people now.
Fairy, I am so sorry, but it seems I have misled you. It's the name, isn't it? Maybe I should have just posted a picture of myself, but I am not happy with how I look.
Fairy, Spouse is not a man. I am.
Please don't think less of me. I wasn't trying to be deceitful. You are the second of my new friends to make mention of this (Jennifer, who visits my blog, A Voice in the Wind, made the same inference you did. She said it was the name. I believe her.)
Bevie is a name I chose for myself thirty years ago. It means something to me. Something important, and I don't want to let go of it.
But I don't want to deceive my friends. I don't want to deceive anyone.
Please forgive me if you feel I have been misleading. And please come back and visit. I don't want to lose my friends. Not anymore.
Hey, that's cool. It does make a difference to me and that surprises me but I'll get my head around the idea.
I'd assumed you were a woman before I saw the name Bevie. I think it's because you write fantasy, which just shows up one of my previously unconscious prejudices. You haven't been deceiving me in the slightest.
I was once taken to be a man by someone on a forum "because you think so logically". That said more about his frame of mind than mine, I think!
It amazes me that it makes a difference to me. I've always liked the way gender is dealt with in Ursula Le Guin's Left Hand of Darkness where it isn't a constant and for most of the time is non-existent. Clearly, that isn't how I see things in the dark recesses of my mind.
I hope you do finish the story and that your wife will come to like it in the end.
Thank you. So much.
It's not that I mind people thinking I'm a woman. People can think whatever suits them. That's fine with me. (laughing smile So if you want to continue with that, go ahead. No guilt on my part.) I just don't want it to be the result of deception on my part. Especially so to people I now think of as friends.
You know, I actually find myself glad you came to your conclusion before seeing the name, and that amazes me. Clearly my own views are changing.
Being a "signs and omens" type of person, I am fast coming to the conclusion that I have arrived at some new milestone in my life. In the same week two of my new friends have mistaken me for a woman, and then I am inspired to write about two young women in love.
I kind of feel like I did as a child jumping into a pool of cold water. For the first minute or so I jumped about gasping for air while I relearned how to breath. Then everything was fine.
Not sure what all of this means for me, but I really like the way you put it: You've unlocked a whole area of creativity you didn't know you had.
That sort of makes it like opening a new present, doesn't it? You know it's going to be good, you just aren't sure what it is.
The story is under way. My feeling is that I could have the first draft finished very quickly.
I did tell Spouse about it. (I tell Spouse everything - which made a male friend of mine view me with disgust. His problem. Not mine.) As expected, Spouse did not like it. In fact, Spouse was actually angry with me and remained in a foul mood for about an hour or so. Even snapped at Son. But I keep teasing and, with Son's help, we had Spouse smiling again in short order.
The work will go on, though. Something tells me it has to. I have to explore this realm of New Creativity. I'll keep you posted on the progress.
Thanks again.
Glad you're going to go ahead with the story and that you managed to get around Spouse in the end.
I had another go on OneTwoFiver today. At least I can start things even if I don't know where to go with them at the moment.
Oh, and my real name is Gina, although I also answer to Fairy or FH.
Well, while I do give in to Spouse nearly all the time, there are a few areas where I do not. Writing is one of them. I think that is what made Spouse mad. I will write what I write.
"At least I can start things even if I don't know where to go with them at the moment.
So true. The love story was only the last of the ideas which came out of OneTwoFiver for me. My hard drive and the Utility Room Archives have dozens of stories begun but not finished. Had fire not destroyed the original archives, there would be hundreds.
Gina (queen). That's a pretty name. Somehow it seems to fit with "fairy" (but I'm not so sure about "hedgehog"). Do you have a preference "FH" and "Fairy"? (Real names are not to be bandied, are they?) I've been using "FH" - until my desperate plea, when I used "Fairy". If you would like I will continue with "FH" (and reserve "Fairy" for when the topic is serious - requiring my apologies).
Thank you for trusting me with your name. I am honored. Thank you.
NOTE: Oh. My given name is Brian. (strength, virtue). Bevie is my writing/performing name. I haven't found it in any Name Book. The closest to it is "Bevis", which means, "dear son". I guess that means it can mean whatever I want it to. I choose "happiness". How's that?
You can call me either "Bevie", "B.B.J.D." or "B" (for Brian - real names are not to bandied, are they? grin).
Most people online call me FH but please feel free to call me whatever suits you at any moment.
Initially I tried to keep my real name and my blog separate but I'm not too worried. It looks like I may end up meeting some of the EE folks in real life, and we need real names for that.
Mostly I don't want clients who visit my counselling website to follow me to my fairyhedgehog persona and I don't think there's much risk of that.
What would you prefer me to call you? Bevie seems like a good idea as it's your pen name and also your chosen name but it's up to you.
Then I will use "FH" when addressing you directly, and "FairyHedgeHog" when writing about you. I reserve the right to use "Fairy" for when I'm feeling insecure.
I'm still a newbie at this blogger stuff. For years I said I would never do it. But I had people in my physical presence who I could talk to. Now that that's no longer true I find I may be less of of a loner than I thought - or used to be. But I'm a wader, not a diver. I need to know I'm not going to hit my head on the bottom before I plunge too deeply.
Thank you for the link. I've got it up now in another session, and I've added it to my list of Favorites to find again with ease. It never occured to me I would meet people who cared about things, people - me. It's - comforting. You know? I hope that you are okay. You wrote you are ill. Please get better. I pray to God on your behalf. God always listens to me. Grin and Smile. He doesn't always do as I ask, necessarily, or in the way I expect, but he always helps. So I'm asking him to help you. I know he will. I just don't know how.
Call me Bevie. I like it, even if some people do think I'm a woman because of it. It's who I want to be. (Not a woman. The name doesn't mean that to me.) Brian is who I am. And please don't misunderstand me. There are a lot of things about myself I love and cherish. I've just been beat up so much I feel like an old car sitting in a junk yard. The engine still works, but you'd never guess it from looking at the smashed exterior and the rust.
Thank you, FH. I've always felt happy when I see you've posted a comment. But never more so than today. God bless you.
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