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To spare you guys some of the “HEE! DECORATIONS. TINSEL!” rambling, I’m going to give you some excerpts from ongoing fics/my random prose file (a file that only Jacky has seen, to date.)

Some of them are old, and most unedited. So forgive me? :D The worlds of the fanfis don’t belong to me, obviously. But the original stuff is mine, and either way don’t steal. :devil:

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Mirrored from Siren Tides.

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In continuing of my ability to fail NaNoWriMo, after shopping in Parkes with Mum and my Aunt today I feel so tired I could die a little and only wrote about 100 or so words but I have an except from Chapter One for you guys to enjoy (please bear in mind it hasn’t been edited/revised):

Their moment of distraction, of care cost them though and Uthers large, calloused hands closed around the pale flesh of Morgana’s throat. She clawed at his hands in surprise, forgetting to use her magic. He had been speaking to them and they had been deaf to his words. He growled an inch away from his step-daughters face. ‘If I did not love your mother I would have exterminated you years ago before you grew up to rival the whore of Babylon herself, the Priests are right, you are nothing but power hungry, devil worshipping scum that…’

‘Me, Uther? Me? what evil deeds have I done? Helped the sick, healed the injured, helped with the other Priestesses to raise the crops when the Gods you swore to honour and betrayed instead thought your Kingdom should suffer for your folly, I have given you every chance possible to redeem yourself, to help your Kingdom. But you do not listen to me because you hate me like you hated my Father for having something you wanted but didn’t have. Except you will not gain anything if you kill me, just a flock of happy Christian Priests who know no better than to hate me and those like me. Who will surely urge you to do it again and again and in turn betray what it is their God supposedly stands for. Because I have power that you will never, ever be allowed to hold in any true way. What do you have? Merlin? Me? There is so much more. I have never been your enemy, even though I have hated you! I am not Mercia and I am not the Saxons, both pose more threat to the Kingdom than any of my kind, including me!’ her angry words chocked out around his grip on her throat sparked and urged on his urge for physical violence, to hurt her in some way and without thinking it through  he shoved her back against the wall in as Nicca watched horrified and too stunned to do anything, as Uther undoubtedly saw the magic swirling in her eyes – a danger he could not divert from himself if he let her get far enough to use it.

I’m going to keep trying with NaNoWriMo, but it’s about time I start making Christmas Gifts, too. Which is slightly more important to my sanity.

Mirrored from Siren Tides.

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Well I actually didn’t write any NaNo since I felt so awful last night and today that I went to bed and hardly wanted to move. Sickness isn’t conductive to NaNoing, as it turns out. And tomorrow I’m going shopping for swimmers in the next town. :/ I can eat a bit now, though. Which is more than I can say for this morning :/

I confess, though, I did a little light rping today… though not light in subject matter, my modern incarnation of BBC’s Morgana (from the show Merlin) was having a few issues with keeping her emotions in check because she doesn’t want to upset Merlin or especially Arthur… so she goes and has a little fight with Merlin anyway. Honestly, sometimes I think her emotions are so tied up that she can’t even begin to understand them… She’s left for her parents house for a night. She’s gotten pissed off at herself for being pissed off… oh how logic fails.

<3 Going now. Try to write something before early bed. (for me.)

Mirrored from Siren Tides.

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So, NaNoWriMo started today, and I added myself to the NaNoBloMo blogroll, too. So that means one blog post and at minimum 1667 words every day, all month.

I know. I’m insane. But, hey. I’m not doing too bad. I’m at 2,105 words for the moment in my WriMo effort, most of which was written last night after midnight struck (and after confusing Sammy, she forgot I’m in Australia, apparently! XD ) To all the other WriMos looking at this, good luck and GET TOO IT! Like me, I’m probably going to add some more words soon.

But first, I didn’t explain what it is my NaNoWriMo novel is about, I don’t think.

It’s set around the same sort of idea as The Buried Moon was, that is, it is set in Arthurian Britain with an alternate universe type of Premise, and this time it is a, not an rpg and b, set mostly from the POV of the common folk and outsiders, though the more I write into it the more I realise there will be the occasional chapter from the traditionally main characters POV (such as Arthur or Morgana, Knights, etc). It starts three months before the Death of Uther Pendragon and the return of Arthur.It’s sort of a braided novel, like stories woven together into one hopefully cohesive piece and showing several aspects of the Camelot in the story and it’s people, royalty included.

Oh I also believe I promised someone this, it’s a little clip of me singing (badly) it’s an MP4,  I believe:

Memo – Singing

Kind of wish I could add this to my word count. Ha. Anyway, tomorrow loves! (also, this is post #70. Whoo!)

P.S. I may or may not have set Morgana on fire. In the first chapter. Oh Goddess, I’m mean to her! D:

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