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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.

Steph still felt like crap, but her wordcount was slowly and surely getting better!

Still need to catch up on today’s wc as I spent a great deal of the day asleep and having quiet dreams about not much at all, well that and roleplaying over at tdr. I swear that place is like crack and it’s not even proper rping. Well at the very least it is not what I would call proper roleplaying, which to me is third person, past tense and several paragraphs of dialogue and action, among other things.

Also I was just watching True Blood and I sort of love Godric. I can has?

Off to make some pizza, if I can get the kittens off me. Then writing.

Mirrored from Siren Tides.

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! ) 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:

Mirrored from Siren Tides.

I’ve been meaning to update here again, but I’m sure by now everyone is used to that but I’ll take this opportunity to share some of what has been going on in the past little while.

First of all there was the towns annual show during September, I mentioned this last year a d to confess, it really wasn’t that much different to last year (a fact I’m sure no one who lives in a small town is surprised by) though I had a bit more fun. I need to process the photos and the fireworks video to show you.

The one thing I did find immensely disappointing was the lack of airbrush tattoo stall – there is usually one there and I wanted a fake tattoo.

Not so surprising that the one thing that I wanted wasn’t there.

Then there was the Ben Hall festival at the beginning of October, an effort from the local council to attract more tourist dollars by utilising the bushranger love that seems to surround the country areas of this nation. It seems to have worked, though. There were certainly more than enough people in town and we are doing it again next year if how they were talking is any indication. Though the news did lie about the frequency of people dressing up. They said that most were and in actuality I would be surprised if there were more than twenty-four or so. Most of them dressed in vaguely the right silhouette for the period (1860’s) and were otherwise completely wrong. Colours, fabrics, too upper crust English society for a small gold town back then. Add to that that the whites were sparkling white and it makes me wonder if people realise how dirty things used to be.

I did like the horse shoeing stall where they were showing how horse shoes are made in the forge. There was a nice man there who let me keep a miniature horse shoe that was on the table just because I was admiring it.

There were also two “shoot outs” in the streets, playing out two possible scenarios in which Ben Hall could have died (there are several versions of the story). Both were alright, though the first was much more awesome than the second (I could be biased as the second one nearly made me choke on gun powder).

Now is the matter of NaNoWriMo, which unless there are bad problems between now and then I intend on doing it. It’ll be my fourth year, though I’ve never won yet I remain hopeful. And I found a quote in chat that describes NaNoWriMo rather well, in my opinion:

curiosity: It’s hard being so fucked up and so full of awesome at the same time but we Wrimos do our best.

Might be doing NaNoBloMo too. Going to decide by this afternoon.

P.S. This is written on my new iPod touch, thanks Nan!

Mirrored from Siren Tides.

This is written for the merlin_rarepair August challenge “kinks”. It is unbeta’d. I’ve never written this pairing before, I might never again. This was a bit of a…. walk in the darker places in my brain that I try to let alone most of the time. My muse wanted to write it, though… and as all writers know, we are our muses bitches.

Title: No ones listening.
Author: Steph P. (aniraangel on lj, nashira on ij & dw)
Pairing/Characters: Morgana/Uther, hints of Arthur/Morgana, Arthur, Merlin, Uther, Morgana
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: BDSM, blood play, orgasm denial, non-con, dub-con, sodomy, branding, knife play and a few other unsavoury explorations of human nature.
Spoilers: Probably all of season one.
Disclaimer: Not mine, etc.
Word Count: 5,185.

( Whats the point in all this screaming? )

Mirrored from Hidden Nights. You can comment here or there, though it is preferred to post on the original. :)

I’m sure many of my friends think I’m varying degrees of insane when I talk in general, but especially when I start talking about writing, about characters. If only for the simple fact that I reference them like they’re real people, or say things like: ‘Mia believes that…’, ‘Angelica says..’, ‘You’re being stupid, you know. Even Mia agrees.’

To me it makes sense, the characters are in my head, it’s not like I hear actual voices, but they are their own beings, with distinct personalities, quirks and likes and dislikes, just the same. I suppose it’s my personality displaying many of it’s different aspects in a way in which my character orientated self will understand and pay attention too. However, while I may think for my characters, I don’t necessarily agree with them. Take, for example Angelicas morality – all in all she’s a pretty good person, shes fairly kind, doesn’t mind helping, will in fact help without being asked. But she will also kill, without reason other than ‘it needs to be done’. She doesn’t do it out of any misplaced religious or racial sentiments. Not out of any family feuding, hatred or revenge. She knows it’s wrong, but she is still willing to kill.

One could argue that it was because of her beast, her lioness. Except, lionesses general kill for food or protection – not just because they were ordered too. Six years ago, when she was 20, she might have been appalled that she could kill someone just because she was told too. Today she barely thinks about it.

I don’t understand really how she just shrugs it off, but she does. That and hopes the police never find the bodies.

Mirrored from Siren Tides.

INTRIGUING MEMORIES

'It's very quiet in here.'

'Yes, I suppose it is, but it won't be for long.'

'Why? Is the carnival coming to town or something?'

'No, not really. It's nothing like that.'

'Then what? It's like a ghost town here, it's empty, void. Even of memories.'

'Just wait, they're all going to come back. You'll see.'


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