Laced in Black
PostPosted: Tue May 25, 2010 8:00 am
All righty. As I'm sure at least some of you can relate, I love making stories; trouble is, I can never get around to finishing them. I can have the plot in my head, the stories, the background, all the works. The moment I get it all planned out, I know the stoyr by heart and lose interest in actually writing it all down. A very bad habit.
And so: I decided I needed some accountability. It's not the lack of writing that's bothering me so much, it's my lack of follow-through and perserverance, and I'd like to change that. I thought, "If people can read it, like it, and hold me accountable to keep writing, I can change." Even if no one reads this story, it'll give me some initiative to finish, since it's up for public grabs.
Questions, comments, concerns, critiques are all welcome. I'll try to answer what I can, without spoiling the story.
This is a historical/fantasy short story. Or maybe a novella. Too long for a short story and too short for an actual book. Anyways. If I upload a few paragraphs every few days, I should get it all in three or four weeks. Here's to hoping.
Laced in Black
Djinn are uncommon creatures. They have the reputation of being tricky, conniving, and greedy. I pride myself on being an uncommon djinn. My relations can be nasty things, and though I am not the easiest being to work with, my interest in my trade makes me more... agreeable to deal with. Of course, you humans try our patience so, you shouldn't be too surprised to meet a disagreeable djinn. I've my fair share of mischief, and perhaps a teensy bit more, but at least I'm considerate enough to be sorry about it. Sometimes.
Certainly, humans are not the only ones i deal with. Indeed, most things magical try not to deal with you flighty creatures. But money is money in either realm. I am a modest djinn, and must drudge along as best I can.
However, while cleaning out my caravan today, I stumbled across an item I had not chanced upon in years. Having a tempermental imp to work my bottomless drawer was no help. It seems like a mere trinket; a little white gem, with a fine silver chain that had no clasp, but its length was enough to imagine a bracelet. An interesting story is attached to it.
Like to hear it, would you? Of course, there is a payment for my service, but I'm in a good mood after my find, and I have time to spare, so I'll tell the tale and say nothing of payment until the end of it.
It begins with a girl in a village. Not so long ago for me, perhaps the grandfather of your great-grandfather might have been a child while she lived. It was a fine spring morning...
And so: I decided I needed some accountability. It's not the lack of writing that's bothering me so much, it's my lack of follow-through and perserverance, and I'd like to change that. I thought, "If people can read it, like it, and hold me accountable to keep writing, I can change." Even if no one reads this story, it'll give me some initiative to finish, since it's up for public grabs.
Questions, comments, concerns, critiques are all welcome. I'll try to answer what I can, without spoiling the story.
This is a historical/fantasy short story. Or maybe a novella. Too long for a short story and too short for an actual book. Anyways. If I upload a few paragraphs every few days, I should get it all in three or four weeks. Here's to hoping.
Laced in Black
Djinn are uncommon creatures. They have the reputation of being tricky, conniving, and greedy. I pride myself on being an uncommon djinn. My relations can be nasty things, and though I am not the easiest being to work with, my interest in my trade makes me more... agreeable to deal with. Of course, you humans try our patience so, you shouldn't be too surprised to meet a disagreeable djinn. I've my fair share of mischief, and perhaps a teensy bit more, but at least I'm considerate enough to be sorry about it. Sometimes.
Certainly, humans are not the only ones i deal with. Indeed, most things magical try not to deal with you flighty creatures. But money is money in either realm. I am a modest djinn, and must drudge along as best I can.
However, while cleaning out my caravan today, I stumbled across an item I had not chanced upon in years. Having a tempermental imp to work my bottomless drawer was no help. It seems like a mere trinket; a little white gem, with a fine silver chain that had no clasp, but its length was enough to imagine a bracelet. An interesting story is attached to it.
Like to hear it, would you? Of course, there is a payment for my service, but I'm in a good mood after my find, and I have time to spare, so I'll tell the tale and say nothing of payment until the end of it.
It begins with a girl in a village. Not so long ago for me, perhaps the grandfather of your great-grandfather might have been a child while she lived. It was a fine spring morning...
Keep it up!