Willa Naomi Violet. She was the prime example of everything in nature coming together just right. She was beautiful, smart, intelligent, funny, and just all around amazing. She could sing, act, and play an instrument, quite the bardic girl. The reason I bring her up is because she is a girl who Kayden was deathly infatuated with during his time in the academy. Oh, Reader, he had it something bad. Continue reading “Part 1: Violets aren’t Blue”
When the first found the world it was filled with the remnants of a darkness they hunted across the heavens. Needing to continue the hunt for their eternal foe they created those that would become the gods of this world.
First came the eldest ones, who would be tasked with fixing the world. Being unable to fix the world with the darkness inhabiting it the Second would be created. These would never meet the First as they would depart shortly after their creation. After the Second helped the elders combat the darkness they required a use for the now “fixed” world. Thus the Youngest were created by the Second. The Young would cultivate the world and make it grow. When the world was fresh the mortal races appeared and the gods became confused. Thus the gods formed “families” and the fights broke out.
One of these families was a set of siblings.
Denaldrean, (The Stubborn Defender) the strongest of the Eldest. He was made to protect the other elders as they tried to fix the world. It is said without him the elders would have failed in the beginning.
Mittenen, (The keeper of Secrets and Lies) a member of the Second who was lost to the darkness at creation and came back with the secrets to its destruction. He would teach the gift of Light.
Deunga, (The seeker of Knowledge) at first the weakest of the young, was said to have his brother Mittenen attempt to corrupt him with the secrets of the shadows. He failed and Deunga created magic through harnessing the powers of light and dark. Thus he became the strongest of the young.
Many alliances and families fell and broke apart, though, the brothers always remained.
When the mortal races appeared the brothers helped the races in different ways. Denaldrean helped them build their cities strong and taught them how to protect themselves. Deunga gave them a thirst for knowledge and found some had an affinity for magic which he helped refine. Mittenen meanwhile found himself collecting the souls of the dead, though, he never explained why. This brought great dismay to the other gods who were weary of he that was raised in darkness. Denaldrean and Deunga were a big reason no gods acted upon their hatred.
So… I’ve been playing a lot of Fallout 4.
A lot. Seriously. I’ve put roughly 50 hours into one save file and that’s not including the times I’ve died and reloaded. So that would probably put it at about 55 hours.
This means I’ve been very slacking on my NaNoWriMo.
I have only written a small bit of chapter 2 of Brothers Three, but not enough to even consider counting the word count for it. I think only about two pages or so.
What I have found time to do, instead of writing, is during slow times at my job I’ve been sketching around on the Autodesk app on my tablet. It also has a synchronization with DeviantArt.
So… I have some new sketches and things I’ve done on my 6 year old DeviantArt. This thing had cobwebs on it when I came back to it. I felt bad for it.
Either way, I do feel bad for not writing as much and getting absorbed by the amazingness of Fallout 4.
I kind of expected that to happen honestly.
So, while it is going to be really difficult to catch up to current NaNoWriMo goals, I am going to give it my all to get some progress into it.
I did draw some chapter covers in that app. So Expect those with the new chapters.
Here’s to hoping I can pull it together.
Wish me luck.
While I caught up to the goal on day three, (Due to missing the first two days.) I am now trying to play another game of catch up because I procrastinated yesterday. I am certainly fearing the approaching storm of the 10th with the release of Fallout 4. I am sure it will be my downfall.
I’ve resigned to my fate. I will end up wandering the wasteland instead of writing my novel, which will cover with dust as my skin withers away on a controller.
Nah, I’ll still find time to write. I mean, I can’t play Fallout 4 at work, so I might as well use that time for writing!
What? I’m supposed to work there? It will be alright.
I’m sure it will work itself out.
Either way, I have started the second chapter of ‘The Brothers Three’ and it is going well. I’m not quite to goal, but I can see where I’m going in the chapter.
It’s all coming together.
I missed the first two days of National Novel Writing Month.
So my first day was actually yesterday.
In doing that I speed wrote the first chapter to try and catch up.
I ended yesterday with 4,221 words.
It’s below the average, but if I write again at that pace today I could exceed the goal and get more done than I’m supposed to.
Is it bad to overachieve so you may procrastinate later?
Either way, I plan to get at least half of chapter 2 done today for The Brothers Three.
If you want to read chapter one, I have it here!
Feel free to tell me what you think!
A casual glance around the room would tell the person looking that it was busy. At least for a tavern located on the stretch of road such as this one. A road stretching through hamlets and towns in both directions and eventually stretching to bigger cities and even to capitals if a person went that far, this road was well traveled. That doesn’t however mean that this tavern was well used. This particular place of business was a stump on this road. Merely a place to rest before a person continues on their way, but only for a moment’s breath and not much more. ‘Traveler’s Reprieve’ read the sign, kept above the doorway on a swinging wooden post. A building made of cob, it seemed rather out of place among the farmland and forest. It had a round shape to its walls, which were an odd yellow and red color, and large windows made of warped glass. Its nearest neighbors were less than a mile from it, and the nearest town less than three. Everyone within that distance would be able to spot its walls and roof full of bright colorful fauna. While the building seemed appealing to maybe the casual traveler, most steered past due to the oddness surrounding it. Continue reading “The Brothers Three – Chapter 1 – Blowing Smoke”
Well, I’ve officially started National Novel Writing Month.
I’m entering in my Brothers Three and might consider my Ameliorate and the Infinite Dungeon for entering if I start writing it.
Either way, you can track my progress here.
Here is to not procrastinating!