Raevenly is Writing: Kortan short

I follow a lot of writing prompt blogs on Tumblr, for those days I just can’t get my motor going. Came around one the other day I really liked, and I really liked the snippet that came of it, so have some more Kortan.

“Write about a journey that takes longer than the stay at the destination.” – dropkickwritersblock

The journey to and from the summit took over a fortnight, near half a month spent away from the work in the fields. But to see the stars on this certain peak on this certain night… Kortan’s father swore it would be worth it. Kortan’s eleven-year-old feet did not agree. His younger sister could ride—and so could he, if he would swallow his pride and shift—but he walked for all eight days on his own two feet, more or less.

The Lover’s Tears, they called it, when Li’Daea wept for her sister and her lover both, one descended into the underworld to retrieve the other. Kortan didn’t know about all that, but he knew the sweetbreads they carried with them were made from the first of the summer’s wheat and the last of the summer’s berries. And that he wasn’t to have any until the best of them had been given up in thanks, a symbolic well-wishing for Dareiya’s long journey.

Surely, it couldn’t be any longer than their own.

But the great bonfire of the camp at the top of the peak was the biggest he’d ever seen, and he met a girl with hair like spun copper who stole from him his first kiss, and the sweetbreads made by the distant caravans were even better than the ones he’d coveted on the trip up.

And then the stars began to fall.

Great swathes of starlight, racing across the sky and leaving shimmering trails in their wake. Hundreds of hundreds of stars, more than he thought were even in the sky, falling and falling, crashing from one end of the sky to the other. From the peak, they could see all the way to the sea, see as the weeping stars fell past the horizon, into the dark waters of the dead. It filled him with awe, and terror.

Kortan never forgot those stars. Even as he fell through the darkness himself, he knew himself to be a star, a tear that Li’Daea herself had wept.

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Daily prompt: Musical Markers

Today’s Daily Prompt asks what song will always remind of this summer. While I don’t know that these songs will specifically remind me of Summer 2014, I’ve always been one that’s very “song of the moment”. I’m just terrible with memory. 😛 So while I won’t necessarily remember that I found Bitter Ruin in 2014, this is the song that’s been eating my brain.

More likely, if I look back in time and try to remember what I was doing Summer 2014, I’ll dig through my writing and find that Cait and I started work on a story featuring a very young Kain and his “sister” Kaiya. Part of how we found our way into those characters was through the end of their story, a tragic parting of ways, embodied for me at least, in Nothing Left to Say by Imagine Dragons. If it hits you like it did me, it’s a helluva downer, but luckily they follow it up with Rocks, which has the happiest sounds in the world. (Seriously, try not to smile while belting out “Boom ba doom ba doom- oooh oh ooooh oh!” It’s impossible. Just give up and smile).

This quickly grew into Tiptoe being sung “Kaiya- don’t let him know you’re coming, Kaiya- tiptoe quiet…” I simply can’t hear the song any other way, and I don’t care. Those two made me happy for a time, and I like lingering on those happier days for their sakes.

So that’s been the soundtrack of my summer- so far. 🙂

Five Posts to Write Right Now

I love collecting these! I have a whole slew of prompts under the “Prompt Bucket” tag, should you ever need any. 😉

The Daily Post

Whether you’ve been blogging for a decade or for a week, sometimes it can feel like inspiration has taken a day off. Next time that happens, give these post ideas a try.

1. The quote-first post.

It’s sometimes easier to put your own thoughts into words when someone else’s words are already there on the screen. Have you come across a powerful quote in the news, or read a great opening sentence in a novel? Is there a line in a song you’ve recently heard that you keep thinking about?

Start a post by quoting it. The quote can be as simple as a line of dialog from Game of Thrones, or as thought-provoking as a short passage form Plato in this fascinating essay on crime and free will. You could write about how the quote affects you, why you think it’s interesting, or how it relates to something you’d written about before. Or just use…

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Daily Prompt: Raevenly Writings

Heee! How can I not love today’s Daily Prompt:

Some writers’ names have becomes adjectives: Kafkaesque, marxist, Orwellian, sadistic. If your name (or nickname, or blog name) were to become an adjective, what would it mean?

Although, technically speaking, Raevenly is an adverb, I suppose. But still, I love having an excuse to talk about this. 😛

Raevenly is actually a nickname my girlfriend gave me, but I like using it as a descriptor. Anyone that knows me personally would agree that my writing is very “raevenly”, though they might be hard pressed to describe it. I think it takes a certain sort of madness to understand – and the tie in to “Why is a raven like a writing desk?” just makes me all the happier.

If I were to suggest a standard definition for raevenly, it might be something like:

raevenly (adv.) characterized by a use of logic that is based on a false premise, logically illogical. Raevenly logic seems perfectly sound, if you accept the first premise to be true, but in classic Raevenly logic, the first assumption is typically outlandish and ridiculous. The arguments that build upon that premise are reasonable and difficult to counter, making it difficult to remember that the starting point is completely false.

 

This is why my girlfriend hates getting into debates with me. Save, I put forward the grass is blue. I back this up with the fact that a lot of open earth is covered in grass, and open ocean and open sky are blue. Therefor, grass is blue. Because blue is the widest wavelength of light, so wide open spaces must be blue.

Only nothing so obvious and mundane as all that. 😛

Daily Prompt: Zig, the door to door door salesman

Zig considers himself an expert on today’s Daily Prompt, anywhere doors in particular. The Underground is full of them- well, I guess I’ll let him explain.

Guys, forget the time machine and the invisibility helmets – you need an anywhere door. I use mine to store extra rooms in my house: painting studio, personal gym, greenhouse, library, eternally large wardrobe. Not to mention, coffee is just a doorknob away when you can link your bedroom to the kitchen -no staggering down the hallway for me! And, the vacation possibilities are endless! France, Hawaii, Disneyland, Athens, World’s Largest Corn Maze- you name it! Seriously, you have to get an anywhere door!

 

Just, ah.. make sure it’s not tied to a semi-sentient fey sithen that gets mad at you when you move out to go live with your new girlfriend. Just sayin’.

Daily Prompt: Look who’s come for dinner

Today’s Daily Prompt took my brain in so many directions.

You walk into your home to find a couple you don’t know sitting in your living room, eating a slice of cake. Tell us what happens next.

However, one tale stood out from the rest.

Jon didn’t know how this girl was, but he was certain this was somehow Rook’s fault. How else would someone wind up sitting in his living room when his door was still locked – and warded?

He hung up his coat and keys, ignoring this disruption to his day, as he did all of Rook’s disruptions. He was like a child- you couldn’t reward him for acting out.

Which is why Jon didn’t yell when he walked into the kitchen to find a slice of Lena’s birthday cake missing.

“So, who are you and why are you here?” he asked calmly, bringing his own slice into the living room and sitting across from his guest. The cake was already ruined, he may as well have some.

“I’m Raleigh, and I’m here because Rook only likes to play at being a good host- as with everything, he left making me comfortable to you.”

“Of course he did.”

Jon allowed himself a small sigh, but otherwise resigned himself. Rook was Rook, he was used to that by now. He looked the stranger over, taking in long frame, careless hair and beat up guitar. Nothing sparked any memories, but he’d been with Rook for a long time- and more importantly, he hadn’t been with Rook that long as far as Rook’s history was concerned. Who knew when and where this girl was from? Rook trusted her enough to zap her straight into Jon’s living room, so he wasn’t too concerned.

“You owe me a new birthday cake for my girlfriend.”

The woman smiled, and something in Jon’s stomach did flip-flops.

“Take that up with the birdie.”

 

 

You walk into your home to find a couple you don’t know sitting in your living room, eating a slice of cake. Tell us what happens next.

Daily Prompt: Just one?

Oh man… Oh man oh man! I LOVE today’s Daily Prompt!

The friendly, English-speaking extraterrestrial you run into outside your house is asking you to recommend the one book, movie, or song that explains what humans are all about. What do you pick?

 

I’m not going to let myself over-think it, because I wouldn’t get the chance to do it if said alien were actually on my lawn. I would run back inside and grab my well-worn copy of Stranger in a Strange Land by Heinlein. Funny that a story about an alien human is how I show what humans are all about. But the bit that sticks with me is the quote about laughter.

“I’ve found out why people laugh. They laugh because it hurts so much . . . because it’s the only thing that’ll make it stop hurting.” 
― Robert A. HeinleinStranger in a Strange Land

And quite frankly, the end really does show what humanity is all about, in my opinion. We tend to kill things we’re not ready to understand. Look at Ender’s Game, which would probably have been my second choice ….I’m going to leave this guy terrified that all humanity is out to kill him… which I guess is about right.

Whelp, I’m thoroughly depressed for the day now. 😦