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My Writing Process
I usually carry paper with me in my pockets all the time. Whenever a thought comes to mind I jot it down. These "scribbles" are taken out at the end of the day and tossed onto my rolltop desk. I am an early riser, and 4:15 AM, enjoying my morning coffee, it has been my custom to go through the stack of scribbles and type them out using Microsoft Word. The various sentences then become embellished paragraphs and usually cut & pasted into whatever "story" they seem most compatible with. Thus far over these many years, 15+ I am working on at least six different novels, poems and genealogies and a religious research book.
I then go through these rough drafts and re-work them internally, cut and pasting, adding and subtracting, and embellishing the thoughts into a plot, hopefully with more than a few twists in the end. When doing the character's dialogue I usually just write out the conversation straight out. Then I go back and add the "he said" and the "she says". It is fun and challenging to have the dialogue sound positive and the body language negative or vice versa the other way; she smiled and said, "I can't stand you." Makes for more interesting and realistic character developing. A lot of times by doing this even I am not sure how the characters are going to develop. On main male character made "look like" a real life person I know, their mannerisms are those another person I may know, they "sound" like a third person and their personality is of yet a fourth person I may know.
Along with all of this, I sprinkle in the time of day, seasons, surroundings; which all play into the mood of the character and helps to push the unfolding story along as well. I like twists and having an unexpected, devil's advocate of an ending; and then "watching the reader's face" - I didn't see that coming - is the fun part.
Well, this is how I craft my story process. I am not sure how others may do things, but it's how I've been doing it and the writing has become a great release for me. Hopefully, readers will enjoy the efforts of the sharing.
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Enoch explained
SPOILER ALERT ( LOL )
GENESIS 5:4 “…Adam after he became the father of Seth… had other sons and daughters.”
GENESIS 5:21 -32 “…Enoch …became the father Me.thu’se.lah. Enoch walked with God after the birth of Methuselah… the father of Lamech… the father of NOAH.”
Their wives and “other sons and daughters” were never named in the Bible, so I got the names that were listed in those chapters and “crafted” my own versions that “sounded” like that would “easily fit” and I devised THIS story of HOW Enoch became …. The Prophet in my fantasy novel and was the fulfillment of all the other prophets… When verse 34 of chapter 5 says, “…Enoch ((walked with God; and he [was not], for God [took] him.” Enoch’s “sudden disappearance is a BIG DEAL in my story and there is a lot of foreshadowing build up to the Grand Event and the events that follow are “earth shaking”.
This story of “his wife” is just used invented to illustrate what drives his character and background; *sigh* I wrote it as a rough draft this morning with coffee. Seriously what do you think of it; I would like to know…
The City Of Mithar
The Grey Havens
I did various pieces of artwork over the last few years, on cloth, parchment and in Photoshop. I took those different mediums and crafted this one composite finished product, along with a lense flare special effects to boot. This is for at story I have been working on for a long while now.
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THE FIRST DEGREE
Ruben
After the great oaken
doors of Varlendur opened, the small boy stood there still holding the gold
coin in his hand.
A very tall man
stood before Ruben. A tall [fair skinned
man] stood there silent in front of the boy.
The voice of an unseen speaker called out asking, “Who enters this house
of light from the outer darkness?”
Before the boy could
speak, the tall fair-man spoke in his stead, “It is I a Seeker.” The tall man spoke directly to the newcomer,
whispering, “I am Finomal, your guide. Until
you have a voice of your own, you are unworthy to speak on your own behalf, for
you do not yet have a tongue beyond these doors. Do you understand my meaning?”
“I am Ruben, and I
understand.”
“You are a Seeker,
with no name,” Finomal said. He added, “From
this point onward you are forbidden to speak of that which you see and
experience here. Liars are not tolerated
and shall be banished. Being refused, on
my word, you will be shunned from all conversation by those on this path.
“I ask you now,
Ruben firstborn son of Randa’los of Kathos; do you desire to remain a Seeker of
this Path, if not you may depart as just another boy beyond the walls? You may
speak this once.”
The ten year old boy
knew only that those who lived beyond the walls of Mithar must first be
educated in this manner to remain in the city, so he answered, “Yes.”
With that, the tall
man stomped his feet twice and the great oaken doors closed loudly behind the
boy, called Seeker. The entire chamber
was as dark as night. The only light
came from three small candles: one to his left, one ahead of him, and one on
his right. The shadowy figure of Finomal
said, “When you give up something, something will always fill its place.” He said this while extending his hand, then
added, “Be eager to give away what you were freely given.”
It came to Ruben’s
mind to place the gold coin in the palm of his guide’s hand. Having done so the shadowy guide instructed
the boy, “There, beside you, are sandals, they shall be yours until death from
this path or you are found worthy of more.
They shall ever be as a reminder for you, of your chosen path into the
light.” At this, another candle was lit
next to those already aflame. Beside a
seated scribe were a pair of sandals, of which the barefooted Ruben eagerly put
upon his feet.
Now, with his feet
shod and again standing before his guide, Finomal instructed, “Turnabout,
Seeker.” Placing a blindfold over the
boy’s eyes, he added in a whisper, “Until otherwise told, you must walk
backward in the darkness trusting only upon my voice alone, and heed my
direction on the path.” The boy nodded
that he would comply.
Another voice called
out of the black, “The unknown is darkness, and in it have we always walked
without God in our hearts.”
As the boy began
walking backward his guide lead him. He
was pushed to the left and then pushed to the right, but still he walked backward
into the black. As this happen, he heard
Finomal’s voice nearby, “This way and that way have my steps ever swayed me in
the dark unknown without God in my life.”
A third, unknown voice
spoke from the black beyond, “The darkness stops the Seeker’s sureness without the
Light.”
The one hand on
Ruben’s right shoulder firmly made his feet stop. Again his guide’s voice answered, “Without
the Light of true understanding is the Seeker stopped in the blackness.”
Seeing nothing, the
boy heard two and then a third and fourth knock upon a door. He knew now the door was directly behind him. A covered voice beyond the closed door
shouted, “Who comes searching for Light?”
Beside him, in
answer, the boy heard his guide reply, “A Seeker from the Black.”
Again the fourth
voice beyond the closed door called out, “Begin your journey into the Light of
truth, building upon the steps that lead you here. Enter of your own free will.”
The sound and air
told the boy he was beginning to enter a new chamber. Still walking backward with his guide,
Finomal’s voice accepted, “Upon my chosen path I will continue toward the light
of truth.”
At the sound of the
closing door a new voice called out, “From this day forward you cannot unlearn
what is revealed.”
His guide replied, “In
searching and finding I can never return to the unknowing of darkness. From this day onward, I would ony be turning
aside from the light instead of embracing it.”
At this point the
boy felt himself being turned about in the black. His steps now went straight ahead. Being thusly lead forward, still wearing the
blindfold his silent guide lead him about, it seemed in the expanse of a huge
chamber’s wide circle. Every so often they
would stop, and the boy felt another hand upon his shoulder and a voice, then
his guide’s reply.
“Will you heed my
voice?”
“I am always seeking
you my Lord.”
“Will you follow me?”
“I am always seeking
you my Lord.”
“Will you do my
will?”
“I am always seeking
you my Lord.”
“Will you share my
truth?”
“I am always seeking
you my Lord.”
With that they
stopped. The boy complied with the
whispered command, “Kneel.”
The boy’s two hands
were place upon a small box in front of him atop a table.
On both sides of
him, Ruben heard the sound of swords being unsheathed. A moment later the sound of blades crossing
and their cold edge touched his throat. Another voice spoke, this time it was a most
familiar voice, firm and strong; it came from directly in front of him, “If one
such as you truly desires the truth it would be death to you to disavow that
light. Of your own free will do you ‘accept’
the Light or ‘retreat’ back into the darkness; what say you?”
The room was
silent. In that silence the boy realized
that it was his choice alone to make. He
answered, “I accept.”
With the blindfold
removed the room flooded with sunlight.
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Cultic Rituals
[COMING SOON:]
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> Fifth Degree
> Sixth Degree
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