Like the Voice of a Snake Charming

Million stars up in the sky
Formed a tiger's eye
That looked down on my face
Out of time and out of place
of monsters and men, "your bones"

Gingerune is now approximately a little larger than a NaNo novel and, if my divisions are correct and I keep them in the end, I am working on the eighth chapter of I do not know how many chapters in toto.  I at last feel as if I know the my core of characters and a rough outline of the plot has finally sketched itself in my head.  As I have said before, my approach to writing is very organic and I will start off a story with a vague idea of what I want to incorporate, but it is through the actual writing process that I discover how characters will react and how things will really unfold.  And so, a little over 50,000 words in, I finally feel as if I have a handle on the characters and can see far enough in front of me to know where to go.  An analogy can be drawn between this method and terrain exposition in a computer game, but that would be a lame analogy to draw...

I did say I would write up a snippets post eventually.  I kicked off Gingerune with one - more for my own comfort than for anyone else's education, probably, since there wasn't much of Gingerune to talk about at that point.  But now that Gingerune has enough weight to throw around, here is a bit more.  I hope you enjoy!

snippets

They had mighty sons and beautiful daughters, and they built a city for themselves. I have been to the place where, legend says, they raised their citadel. It is…only a desert now. But in the scripts the legends tell me of a glorious paradise, full of water and streets of shining metals. When the sun would rise up out of the Mountains at the End of the World it would strike the topmost tower and it would shine."
Gingerune

Ginger turned on the ball of one foot to glance back behind them through the open doorway into the garden. The gate was still ajar, framing in blue a shaded picture of the sloping lane and a far-off glimpse of the acacia tree.
Gingerune

His voice had gone suddenly like the voice of a snake charming its meal into its jaws.
Gingerune

He was caught and he knew it—Ginger could see it in his eyes—drawn inexorably into Mazelin’s orbit even as she was, curious and knowing better at the same time. Yet the big sun-tanned man with his staff in his left hand, imperious, angry and half-laughing in the eyes, was like a lodestone to them.
Gingerune

Thera is a great island, but not a very large one. Why should I lie to you, when I have nowhere to hide?”
Gingerune

The poor honey-coloured thing clutched the pet dog close and stared unblinkingly at a horror in the middle distance which would be a long time dissipating from her view.
Gingerune

Ginger found herself...bending a little in stiff deference—the gesture was unfamiliar to her—and feeling as though her life were little worth the energy it took to pluck a saffron flower bare and throw away the petals.
Gingerune

Are there armies?” asked the Queen exultantly. “Are there war-ships on the horizon? Is there an embargo or is trade diminished? The great kingdom of Crete looks favourably on us. The isles in the midst of the sea look to us with awe. Thera is great, and the House of the Red Cyclamen has ruled her fairly and smoothly—in all the years you were away!”
Gingerune

[He] drew in his chin like a horse about to wrench against the bit.
Gingerune

"You do not know the hand at your own rudder! Ask of me all you will. Cry, plead, threaten, strip me of food and clothing and skin and marrow: I will not give you the Rammerowt."
Gingerune

In a vague way she remembered Mazelin singing a song about Elohim in the dark—to her memory the song had seemed like a lamp. Perhaps he had been hard with Mazelin, but it seemed in his way he had been kind. She supposed that was enough to ask of a god. 
Gingerune

"I would get a horrible taste in my mouth at the sight of him—a big welling blackness, as though I were trying to swallow death.”
Gingerune

Some days I think I must needs only put out a saucer of cream for you,” Ginger remarked, “and, wherever you are, you will come and purr against my legs.” 
Gingerune

11 ripostes:

  1. OMW. If you ever need beta readers, hit me up anytime. O.O

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  2. Thanks for the offer, Elizabeth! I prefer not to let my manuscripts leak out beyond the bounds of my family, just on principle. Nothing bad has happened to me to institute this rule, but I've listened to other authors and I think I'll keep a tight rein on my manuscript all the same. On the other hand, rest assured that I really and truly want you all to get a hold of this novel. Once I finish writing it. I'm so glad you're excited! I'm almost giddy. :D

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  3. Love the snippets! Your writings always leave me wishing for more! =D

    By the way, do you draw the pictures yourself? They are beautiful! I ask, because I come from a family of artists - well, that is to say, my sisters and I are the artists... =]

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  4. Thanks, Sarah Elizabeth! And no, I didn't draw the pictures. I like to draw on occasion, but it isn't my primary mode of "artistic expression" (whatever they mean by that). Prose is what I do best. :)

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  5. Gigerune is getting really intriguing. Are you going to let us ask questions like you did for Plenilune? That would be fun! I too am curious about the pictures. I seem to remember that you drew a picture of the foxlike creature in Adamantine. I've often wondered how many of the pictures on here are yours.

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  6. Ooh, a healthy sized portion of Gingerune snippets - this is like dessert before dinner!
    ...Actually, in the case of your writing, nothing is just simple, sugar "dessert". ;D
    My favorite has to be the sixth. You give an immediate atmosphere of a small creature feeling alone/helpless in just a sentence or two. Excellent. <3

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  7. Anne-girl - I have drawn almost my entire cast for Adamantine, but I've only drawn Margaret and one other character from Plenilune. Here is a link to a post with the Adamantine drawings. My blog was a different shape and size then, so I apologize for the quirky layout: it worked back then and things were lost in translation. To date, I only have a bust drawing of Ginger which I have not scanned into my computer. I'm not super duper into drawing and my laziness (which is never far away) kicked in right about the point of time in which I would have scanned it in. I may scan it in eventually and put up a post of it, just for the sake of making another Gingerune-related post. :)

    I'll have to think about doing a series of questions. I have the worst memory: I seem to recall I opened up the question forum to help myself hammer out some details for Plenilune, and answering your questions forced me to do that. I don't believe I'm going to need that so much with Gingerune, and allowing you to ask questions (and vowing myself to answer them) is likely to unearth some spoilers. I'll let my brain mull but at this point the answer is probably no.

    Bree - You think so? I always feel that I'm biting into some kind of Indian curry. :P As for the honey-coloured thing, I often find a quick summary of raw emotion goes a long way to driving the point home. A-a-and I'm pretty fond of that particular snippet. XP

    I'll do another snippets post after the next 50,000 words.

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  8. I followed the link, curious to know your style, and loved the drawings! Such talent! I love to know exactly how the author (or in this case, the authoress) pictures his/her characters. Brilliant job! Will you be able to do the same thing for Gingerune?? =]

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  9. It depends on whether or not I have inspiration!

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  10. They are all great. That is the way that your stories seem to form themselves. Great, Powerful and beautiful and full of masterful wordcrafting. (for lack of a better expression.)

    But it was this one (there were some others I liked too) but this particular one. "“They had mighty sons and beautiful daughters, and they built a city for themselves. I have been to the place where, legend says, they raised their citadel. It is…only a desert now. But in the scripts the legends tell me of a glorious paradise, full of water and streets of shining metals. When the sun would rise up out of the Mountains at the End of the World it would strike the topmost tower and it would shine."

    It just caught me and help me in wonder at the line about "Mountains at the End of the World." Sounds like it will be a very great book. (but then all of them are I am sure)

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  11. Well, here am I! Beautiful indeed, are these snippets and poetically, heart-wrenchingly powerful too in a captivating sort of way. I love the sound of Gingerune the more, the more I hear and read of it - It has an other-worldly, almost ethereal, Mediterranean/Eastern feel about it. You bring to my mind the stories of C.S.Lewis - such as Perelandra or That Hideous Strength... I wonder why?

    My favourites, though it is always hard to choose must be the first one (for the reason Lily gave)... 'Tia so painfully, achingly lovely!!! I don't know what it is exactly, but I love it! The one also with Mazelin was great as well.

    And the last one - it just made me smile!

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