ROW80 Week 6: Tweaks

(other ROW80 participants)

I spent last week dealing with the cold and keeping up with work. My goals got one evening of writing, and that was it.

As of today, I’m reinstating my goals. However, I won’t be counting writing done after 9:00 pm each night; hopefully this will help me get the sleep I need to recover.

Good luck and happy writing!

ROW80 Week 5: Tissues

(other ROW80 participants)

I spent this weekend surrounded by piles of tissues, due to the cold. It’s not completely gone yet, but I am beginning to recover.

While I did get a bit of writing done over the week (four evenings in total), I haven’t made any progress on my other goals.

Good luck and happy writing!

Wrong Questions

What else is power for, except to fall
And warp the natural order to my will?
From lakes I'd make a moat; from stones a wall.
Hearts, chain with love and hate, to hold them still.

What else are words, except a way to lie?
I name the need, then think the deed is done;
I call my half-attempted work a "try",
Then ask for hands to hold the tools I shun.

What else is choice, except excuse for pain?
"Here sacrifice yourself, and win renown!"
"Turn back? You'll fade. Go on? You'll strive in vain."
"Choose which to lose: your heart, or head, or crown."

What else is life, except continued breath?

It's only everything that isn't death.

ROW80 Week 4: Checkpoint

(other ROW80 participants)

I read (and blogged about) two books this week, putting my reading back on schedule.

And while I didn’t get any short stories written, I’m otherwise happy with the five evenings’ worth of writing I got done.

Lastly, I looked at the last house on my list. I’ve now got two good candidates, which I need to choose between before I go any further towards buying one.

Good luck and happy writing!

Books with Patterns

I read two books this week: The Wise Man’s Fear (by Patrick Rothfuss), and Thraxas at the Races (by Martin Scott). By coincidence, they’re both second books of trilogies.

I actually started The Wise Man’s Fear some time ago, but I set it aside half-way through, and only recently got back to it. Because of that, I had to go back and re-read the beginning to understand what was going on.

As a result, I noticed a lot of repeated events.

Many of these have a kind of symmetry — situations from early on re-occur with roles reversed. In general, these gave me the impression that Kvothe was becoming wiser and more experienced, although a few of them cut against the trend.

Thraxas at the Races uses references of a different kind: things the narrator tells us are unlikely keep happening anyway. This didn’t make much sense until I realised they were hinting at his false assumptions.

I’m not sure which approach I prefer more. The Wise Man’s Fear definitely made a bigger impact on me, and I’ve always liked the symbolism of reversed reflections; but I imagine both of these could be effective techniques.

Good luck and happy writing!

ROW80 Week 3: Lull

(other ROW80 participants)

This has been an acceptable week for writing: four evenings in all, including one finished short story and one that ended up wanting to be a longer piece.

That’s one evening and one story shy of my goals, so there’s some room to improve yet.

My other goals are in a bit of a lull. I’m catching up on reading, but I haven’t finished any more books since last week.

House-wise, all I’ve done is arrange the next one I’m looking at. This one is my last candidate; after this I’ll need to decide between them.

Good luck and happy writing!

The Observer

The six picked out by fate, and also I
Rode forth to make the final sacrifice.
From fair Cardell, to wicked Darralye,
And into demons' grasp, as was the price.

The fop of Darralye, and I his scribe
Left town at dawn, against a clear command.
We crossed a continent to find the tribe
Who knew the truth of what had reached his hand.

The matron of the tribe described to me
What must be done: her highest holy spell
Read out upon the shore of every sea —
The only way to save the six who fell.

The deed was done, and Darralye destroyed;
Its demon-folk and I, claimed by the void.