Tuesday, January 29, 2008

I have a feeling.

I'll be doing a fair amount of writing to this fellow's music:

Jamie Christopherson

Excellent work. Has a lot of free downloads of his work on his website too. Over 100 songs... :D

I had the Soundtrack for Battle for Middle Earth II, but a lot of his other stuff is perfect writing music. It has that soundtrack feel, but not an overly soundtrack feel. It's more like an epic piece of some sort.

Great stuff.

Saturday, January 26, 2008

We’re taking over the world... ...I just thought you should know...

Taking a break from my writing post to mention this.

While doing my administrator duties on the ApricotPie message boards I kept finding two topic titles (In a row) that when read together as one sentence produce rather humorous results:

Little Women... ...Boy Scout of a country

Should We unstick any of the Sticky topics?... ...Results: Governor Term Limitations

Explain your Screenname... ...Only in America

What’s your FAVORITE SUBJECT?... ...*History*

Hey Guys! :D... ...I’m back

Some deep stuff... ...Between the Eyeballs of a Gnat

Are there any members who are Canadian?... ...Announcement of Intent of Running

Happy Birthday Mary!!!... ...Did I read that sign right?

This was probably already discussed... ...Football

This is knda random but... ...Do you wear jewelrey?

I had an idea... ...Story lackage

Considering Homeschooling... ...How many times a day...

Guys wearing make up... ...I’m so sorry.

What are your top three fav LOTR characters?... ...the leader of canada

So who do I ask...... ...what do you use for im?

We’re taking over the world... ...I just thought you should know...

i’m a lousy piano player... ...What do you look like??

there is no justice... ...AIM

Hey!... ...my screen shot

Is your town down?... ...SHAAANE! (or somebody, but probably SHAAANE!)

Help!... ...Becoming a veggie again

Ever seen real true spring water???... ...Oooppps...

They kicked Hitlers butt... ...I’ve done it!!!!

What are you afraid of?... ...Matthew...

what would we do without... ...Superstitions

All right... ...Why did the chicken cross the road?

I need someone to take over the mafia game for me!... ...Owwwww!!!!!

This is not a debate!... ...This is the post...

Newbies and Semi-Newbies Board... ...Ha ha ha!!!!... ...Just thought i’d drop in and say hi!

We ain’t got any young people... ...Happy Birthday JRR Tolkien!

For all who are interested..... ...Panasonics anyone?

Friday, January 25, 2008

The Brilliance of Tolkien.

This is a poem in The Hobbit from the chapter "The Gathering of the Clouds" by J. R. R. Tolkien.

Under the Mountain dark and tall
The King has come unto his hall!
His foe is dead, the Worm of Dread,
And ever so his foes shall fall.

The sword is sharp, the spear is long.
The arrow swift, the Gate is strong;
The heart is bold that looks on gold;
The dwarves no more shall suffer wrong.

The dwarves of yore made mighty spells,
While hammers fell like ringing bells
In places deep, where dark things sleep,
In hollow halls beneath the fells.

On silver necklaces they strung
The light of stars, on crowns they hung
The dragon-fire, from twisted wire
The melody of harps they wrung.

The mountain throne once more is freed!
O! wandering folk, the summons heed!
Come haste! Come haste! across the waste!
The king of friend and kin has need.

Now call we over mountains cold,
'Come back unto the caverns old'!
Here at the Gates the king awaits,
His hands are rich with gems and gold.

The king is come unto his hall
Under the Mountain dark and tall.
The Worm of Dread is slain and dead,
And ever so our foes shall fall!



And now why I think it's brilliant:

Under the Mountain dark and tall
The King has come unto his hall!
His foe is dead, the Worm of Dread,
And ever so his foes shall fall.


Tall, hall, fall. The first two lines and the fourth line on each stanza. On the third line it's dead and dread. Also, the first, second, and forth line's rhyming words all have the letter "A" in them as their vowel.

The sword is sharp, the spear is long.
The arrow swift, the Gate is strong;
The heart is bold that looks on gold;
The dwarves no more shall suffer wrong.


Same thing only "O" is the vowel.

The dwarves of yore made mighty spells,
While hammers fell like ringing bells
In places deep, where dark things sleep,
In hollow halls beneath the fells.


Again, but this time with "E"

On silver necklaces they strung
The light of stars, on crowns they hung
The dragon-fire, from twisted wire
The melody of harps they wrung.


"U", and here the third line doesn't use a "U" in it's rhyming words. Instead using "I", this is the central stanza of the poem so that makes sense to me as that's the only vowel we haven't seen rhymed yet.

The mountain throne once more is freed!
O! wandering folk, the summons heed!
Come haste! Come haste! across the waste!
The king of friend and kin has need.


"E" again.

Now call we over mountains cold,
'Come back unto the caverns old'!
Here at the Gates the king awaits,
His hands are rich with gems and gold.


"O" again.


The king is come unto his hall
Under the Mountain dark and tall.
The Worm of Dread is slain and dead,
And ever so our foes shall fall!


"A" again.

So we have A,O,E,U,E,O,A as our rhyming vowels, And we have "I" in our central stanza on our third line.

Pretty cool. Even in his structuring Tolkien shows his brilliant command of language. I love it!

Tuesday, January 22, 2008

My desktop in it's usual state of mind.



Well this is my desk where I do most of my writing. It's an old PPC Mac Mini, like one of the very first Mini Models but it gets the job done nicely enough. Also seen on my desk is my external harddrive. (The black brick-like object sticking up, it's actually a dark blue.) An adapter to hook the computer up to the television. Auralia's Colors by Jeffrey Overstreet, The Hobbit by J. R. R. Tolkien, Various gadgets and USB Hubs. 17" CRT Monitor, current wallpaper is something that I think I downloaded off of Wayne Thomas Batson's blog... I tend to be a compulsive image downloader, I can't tell you how often I wonder how THAT one got there or why.... It's a Fantasy Four Fiction Tour promotion wallpaper thingy. I also have an external sound card which I can connect professional microphones to. On top of that, but I don't think it's in the picture is an extremely cool device that lets me broadcast my computer's audio anywhere I want. A mug from one of the folks at church. Also not seen is what is above my monitor. Which is a cheap stereo system I bought years ago, another mug with my favorite quote on it: "Be the change you wish to see in the world..." which is by Gandhi apparently. But it's excellent advise for a Christian storyteller. I have two other quote mugs as well on my desk. Also on top of the stereo thing is a daily calendar I never remember to flip. And a webcam sits atop my monitor. Then there are things like blank DVDs and various software and audio CDs. And of course the speakers, mouse, and keyboard.

I also have my external DVD writer and a router I'm currently using as a switch.

And also my hand lotion.

Monday, January 14, 2008

Ah the wonders of cuts.

I just cut 9,000 words from my novel. Ah well. I'm back to where I started as far as that particular section's word count goes. I still have a ton of editing to do with that book. I'm already finding things where I have to rewrite the rewrite.

I'm glad I enjoy writing.

Monday, January 7, 2008

Excerpt.

A small excerpt from the story I'm working on. Likely to be changed. (When I write I like to try to think temporary for the most part, assuming that whatever it was I just written can be made better, or perhaps I will find some information that needs to be changed as I unfold the story. For me, it's only when it's published and on the shelf that it is finally a concrete story.) This may not even be part of my finished book, or it may be a separate "History Book" volume. It's mostly back-story with little to do other then setting the stage for the actual story I'm writing. My goal is a mythology that chronicles the world as it is in my imagination from beginning to end. If I ever publish the story, it will probably not be my first attempt at getting something published. It is strictly a hobby, perhaps obsession, of mine that could take years to finish. I'm writing it for my own enjoyment rather then writing a book to sell or even publish, and as such it something that delights me regardless of what it does for other people. If it ends up someday being a marvellous epic when I get done with all the rewrites and edits, then great! If not, that's fine too... So long as I enjoy it. I would like for it to be something that a lot of people can enjoy, but my first objective with it is to simply tell the story I have to tell!

"Darkness. Every word, every thought, every feeling, was darkness. Silent, empty, darkness. Then the first whispers of melody broke through like a pinpoint of light. A song, a note? Another whisper, then another. With every whispering a little light. Out of the darkness a note turned into a melody, a melody into a song, a song into a symphony. With every note a little more light. Soon light crept over the darkness until every place was filled with it's glory. And then there were voices. One voice could be heard, all the other voices were merely echoes of his own. As The Creator sang, a ball formed within his hand, it was dark and had little swirls of light inside of it, as if it was lit by a little fire within. The echoes ceased as the singers cast their gaze upon The Creator's hands holding the little ball as if it were precious and fragile. The Creator began a new song, softly he was singing, nearly whispering over the ball as if imparting life into it or attempting to hear the soft heartbeat of a living creature while he sang to it. Then he began to sing so that they could hear the words he said. Every word had never been spoken before and took forth meaning and wonder in the eyes of the echoes as they watched and listened to each new word. The melody began softly and grew with growing intensity as he sang his song of creation. The lights danced within the orb and clouds of colour swirled around them. Then they dimmed into blackness leaving no light to be seen within the ball. Then as if in their minds they saw a planet being formed, blue in colour and pleasant to look at. A smaller silver orb was placed near it. No source of light could be seen yet it seemed to them that it was illuminated. And all was silent. The Creator began another song, a darker song, a sad song, and as he sang, though the echoes knew not what the words were, Lucifer, The Morning Star, the most beautiful and lordly of the echoes stepped forth before The Creator. He gazed upon the dark orb still in The Creator's hands and sang a song of his own making. In harmony with The Creator's song yet something more then an echo did it contain. The Creator's song transcended his song regardless of how much he tried to make his song a sweeter song. Fury awoke within him as he stared at the black orb, desire to master the orb grew within him and he spoke forth with a new song, a song completely of his own making, no longer harmonizing with that of The Creator's song. A great shape like that of a dragon, made of flame rose up as Lucifer sang his song. And still the Creator's song continued on, untouched by his pride, unmoved by his flame. As Lucifer left from in front of The Creator's throne, a third of the Echoes followed after him, becoming known as the Noise. Down onto the blue planet they descended. Down from their glory, down from their splendor, Lucifer looked with hatred upon the world that The Creator had made, rising up against it he cast his rod upon it's surface and covered the surface with flame. It turned from blue to orange and the water became as clouds of poisonous steam. He cast his rod down upon the surface once again and the brown lands crackled and broke apart like a broken eggshell. The planet was made desolate and formless. And over the horror a small melody, the melody of The Creator could still be heard, grating in the ears of Lucifer and the Noise the planet that had been made formless became whole again. The rod of Lucifer broke asunder as it descended deep into the abyss. And suddenly light like that which had never broken forth before shone forth, it's brightness and glory surrounding Lucifer with it's torturing brilliance. No corner of the worlds was left in darkness, for darkness had been pushed aside by the tremendous force of the light. And behold the light grew dim as darkness once again settled over the land. Lucifer's hatred burned within him as he saw the waters be likewise divided, he saw a layer of water surround the planet above and below the atmosphere of the planet. The Creator's song then formed land, a great land, most of the surface remained covered with water, and one continent stood upon the surface of the Earth. The sea and the land. Then the song of The Creator reached a beauty unheard as green things crept across the dry, brown, surface of the land. Tendrils of living color stretched across the land and under the sea. A great forest stretched from the top of the land to the bottom of it and from east to west, yet there were significant places of valleys and mountains, rivers and streams, lakes, and wild and untamed plains. The forest consisted of every kind of tree the fields contained every kind of flower and herb. A great light spread across the surface of the Earth as a great star was placed nearby. A silvery orb floated just outside the Earth's atmosphere. But then the most wonderful things of all began to take place. The first creature to walk the earth was the unicorn. It's gleaming horn shining in the light of the newly created sun. Another unicorn joined it, with a smaller horn and slightly smaller build. They watched the Sun with unblinking eyes before taking flight across the land with marvelous speed. Then it was that birds took flight into the sky, chief among these was the phoenix, a marvelous bird with vivid bright colors, different for every phoenix and beautiful to behold. Powerful, able to transport itself anywhere instantly, deceptively stronger then it looked, able to withstand fire, even The Dragon's fire. A ball of flame, a pillar of light, a pile of dust, and a boulder of extremely hard stone stood in field. The creator looked at the flame and the light, the dust and stone and behold there came forth out of the light and dust beings, clothed in robes of white, the dust and light disappeared as there stood before The Creator two marvelous beings. The being that he made out of light he called Galandor. Firstborn of the Elves, enemy of Lucifer from the moment of his creation. He had piercing grey eyes and long golden hair. Next to Galandor, also clothed in a white robe stood the firstborn of Men. Glorious, more like the Elf next to him then men of later days, he had eyes of blue that glistened in the sunlight, his hair was dark brown and lordly, like a great king or mighty hunter. Little difference there was between the Elf and the man next to him. Theoeadam. Then out of the flame there came the firstborn Dragon. Mighty and glorious to behold, strong and beyond words to describe. His vast wings able to carry him into the skies at tremendous speed. He was the dragon of dragons, the sire of Nila and Uaithne in later days. Last of all, out of the stone came, clothed not in robes of white but glistening, silver robes that were almost more like a suit of warrior then the lordly looking robes of the Elf and the Man, there came last Hourgah. The firstborn of the Dwarves. He was about four foot five in hight, had a great mane of brown hair and a beard that fell to his belt. A crafter of stone he was to be, a seeker of jewels and things of the earth. Man was to take to gardening and the caring of the earth. To the Elf was given everything to rule, save his fellow beings. The keeper of knowledge, the keeper of secrets. Teacher of all was Lord Galandor's role. It was not long after that four more beings were created, like and unlike they were to be. Of their names, only one do I know. Katheryn it was, and still is to this day."

Saturday, January 5, 2008

Revising and the lack of plots.

As I write I find there is more and more of what I've already written that needs to be revised, deleted, added to, and sometimes just left alone. Most of the first section (I'm writing in 50,000 word segments) needs to be completely re-written, but I'm ok with that. The result has been one of a much better story where I've edited it.

But revising that first section has also revealed a major problem with my story. It's lacking a plot. The characters seem to wander around aimlessly waiting for their next cup of tea. I have lots of little sub-plots but there really is no overlaying quest or mission. I need to figure that out and soon. As well as revising it is going, without that quest, it will be boring and a reader will feel as if they are just wandering around, lost in an endless forest of words looking for a way out. As a writer I don't really want the reader looking for a way out, I want them to be enchanted by what's in the forest and wishing to see what lies around the next tree, er... page.

The lack of a plot is my current dilemma, and therefore my focus. I first began to suspect I had a problem with the plot when a friend asked me what the story was about and I couldn't tell them because I found no plot to summarize.

And with that I must get busy, developing a plot and then revising from there.

Edit:
It's particularly embarrassing because the first thing I taught in a writing class I taught once was outlining the plot, and my boy student created a captivating, albeit a bit violent, story with it. At least he had a plot! Which is more then I have.