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W1S1 January Blog Chain: Character Interview

W1S1 January Blog Chain: Character Interview

I joined up for the W1S1 January Blog chain at the Absolute Write Water Cooler. This month, the theme is to interview on of your characters, and it’s been a lot of fun seeing the different range or personalities the writers are working with.

You can see the whole chain at the link above, and check out the previous entry in the chain at KitCat’s: Twilight Asylum.

The next one is up at Misa Buckley.

I had a whole other interview planned, and then wrote this instead. I changed ideas when I realized I could just have two of my characters run the show themselves, and keep myself out of it 😉 Adanya and Skye are characters from my 2011 NaNo Novel, which is currently in the editing and revision stage.


Skye:     Change of pace for today, folks. As per usual, there’s nothing to report from last night’s attempt at getting some concrete footage. I have some lovely shots of a blurry mailbox, if anyone needs, though. Rather than bore you with that, and because she was foolish enough to say yes, I’m doing reader questions for Miss Ada.

Adanya: This’s more interesting than watching the mailbox?

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A Writer’s Book of Days Exercise: Takeover

A Writer’s Book of Days Exercise: Takeover

It started at the North end of the city, near the Cy factories. No one admitted to knowing how it started, but in these things, no one ever did. One witness said it was the generator, another the production furnace, and yet another claimed the offices. That last one was what we focused on, while the company went with the first.

Corporate line rules all.

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A Writer’s Book of Days Exercise: Past

A Writer’s Book of Days Exercise: Past

That’s the end.

I would make the same choice again. Even if time was still a concept out of my reach, I would not have changed that moment in the eternity I had to do so. Or so I believe. Must believe.

Because there is an end now.

It’s not gone, though. I had always thought they made choices, left them behind, left in what they call the past. It isn’t so. They carry their pasts around with them, dwell in them as much as we ever did, and now so do I.

Even if I wanted to, I cannot take it back.

A Writer’s Book of Days Exercise: Movement

A Writer’s Book of Days Exercise: Movement

Ellison pulled the blanket tighter around his shoulders, and blew to watch the mist of his breath float up into the night sky. It faded as it went, long before it reached the stars. He tilted his head back, and wondered what it would take to reach them. If the old stories were true, people had known once.

“So this is where you’re hiding.”

He jumped as Brier joined him, settling herself on the edge of the cliff, frowning into the darkness below.

“I hate being up here at night.”

“Seeing the water wouldn’t help you if you fell.”

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A Writer’s Book of Days Exercise: Meeting

A Writer’s Book of Days Exercise: Meeting

I found him again, three years later, in the corner booth of a dim campus bar. He was wedged in against the wall, notebook and text books barricading him in, his pipe and ash tray close enough to threaten the paper. It would go up in a second, one careless tilt of a match, a whoosh of joy, and his wall would consume him. That old out-of-place recklessness appearing in the least threatening way I’d ever seen it.

His hair was longer, though not shaggy literature ponce length yet. It looked good on him, the slight wave taking away from the gaunt lines of his cheeks. The low light made it hard to see, but there were circles under his eyes, grey shadows still trying to fade. He looked tired.

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