Okay, before we begin, I must warn you that this post is a direct reaction to the recent Sherlock episode, The Lying Detective, so if you haven’t watched it yet, well, stop reading this and go watch it.
Really, I am serious.
The post contains major, I repeat, MAJOR, spoilers…
You have been warned… Continue reading Word of the Week #41:
by Cornelia Funke
“Children are like caterpillars and adults are like butterflies. No butterfly ever remembers what it felt like being a caterpillar.”
As a kid, I often observed a few friends, and their peculiar attempts to act far beyond their actual age. At a time when I wanted to talk about my favourite Pokemon, they wanted to talk about their favourite stocks… Yeah, this was like ten years back.
And now, the same happens in the book clubs I recently joined. People want to discuss Dostovsky and Kafka and Voltaire, but I just cannot move past these genres that I do love.
And anyway, who cannot find gold in a gold mine? Most miners would tell you that it is actually quite drudgous work. Plus, you wouldn’t get to keep it. Finding it in an obscure riverbed is the real deal. Continue reading Book of the Week #30
“—and now, we can all but pray that his soul finds, in his passing, the peace he sought through life.”
The words were met with an obscure murmur of approval, as he placed a flower on the nondescript grave by the side of an old tavern.
The two soldiers, standing towards the end of the crowd, looked at one another, wondering if attending this particular funeral had been a good idea. Despite the many reasons to not come, they had inadvertently ended up here. The ceremony had been brief, and the words earnest, and it was almost time for them to leave.
“Hullo, gentlemen,” a young man greeted them, his face lips into a weak smile. “How did you know Uncle Arnold, pray tell. I had not expected any soldiers here, today.”
“Ah, well,” Carlos begun, trying to piece together an answer, “we were just passing by—”
“You are not on duty, then?” he enquired, as the realisation dawned on his face. “You! You were the ones who arrested him! How dare—” Continue reading Character Origins #6: Rolf and Carlos
The scent of wet mud greeted Dorian, as his horse trotted towards the city. The mission had been long and arduous, across the dry, bleak plains to the south of Ostra. It was good to finally be home.
Home, he wondered. Do I even have one?
The sound of horse’s hooves on the soft ground, in conjugation with his own feelings of fatigue and relief, had lulled him into a drowse.
He heard a woman whimper, as she tightly clutched the hem of her gown, tears streaming down her face. The blood on her hands was definitely her own. He had seen this before. He knew.
“What are you looking at?” he heard the gruff voice of a burly man, followed by a smack to the head that sent him sprawling across the small room.
He could see the man advancing towards her.
He could see the terror in her eyes.
He could hear a dull thud, as her head bounced off the wall and landed on the cold floor.
He could see the blood spilling out, drenching her wispy auburn hair.
After that, all he saw was red… His hands, his tunic, the knife at his feet, the wall to his side…
They were all red…
The sudden change of sounds, as he entered the paved roads of the city, roused him. He wiped the sweat off his brow and adjusted himself in the saddle. He had almost arrived. Continue reading Character Origins #5: Dorian
“Here we are.”
The hushed voice was still loud enough, in the tight confines of their carriage, to rouse her from the light drowse.
“I know!” she proclaimed, nevertheless, sitting upright in her seat and peering through the windowpane. “I have been watching.”
A dreary, grey sky, accompanied by the faint pitter-patter on the roof of their carriage, welcomed them into the city. To a girl raised in the colourful, vibrant city of Solvahal, this sight of unimaginative rows of blocky houses and unadorned streets immediately had a rather depressing effect.
“Why do we have to live here?” she asked, dread filling her heart.
“This is our new home,” her brother replied, uninterested. “Where else would we live?” Continue reading Character Origins #1: Zeleina
In the earlier posts, we have completed our discussion on the four primary components of fiction writing, namely Setting, Plot, Narrative, and Characters.
Now, we take a look at the components do not necessarily need to be addressed, in order to actually write a book, but can differentiate between an ordinary one and a good one.
Therefore, I would advise you to start writing only after you have read this post.
Continue reading Writer Guy’s Tip #5: Tone and Mood
It is kind of fitting that we end the second month of the blog with the final primary component of fiction writing.
I should probably clarify that when I say primary, it is really more opinion than fact. There are other elements that have their own significance, but I believe knowledge about these four, Setting, Plot, Narrative and Characters is necessary for you to even begin writing. You would probably be a lousy writer if you just depend on these four, but at least you would be a writer…
Continue reading Writer Guy’s Tip #4: Characters