Saturday Snippet 14th of February

Saturday SnippetWelcome to the Saturday Snippet! This is a bi-monthly column, normally posted every other Saturday, where I and others post bits and pieces from whatever we’re writing at the moment, at various stages of completion. If you would like to join us, there’s a linkup at the bottom of this post, where you can add a link to your own blog post, or post in the comment section. There are only three rules: Link back here, only post your own writing, and have fun!

Apparently the Saturday Snippet has become more of a Sunday Snippet of late, but better late than never, right? Since it’s Valentine’s day and everything I guess I should include a romantic snippet. Buuut… Turns out I don’t have much of that. Pretty much the only romance I write is so dark and twisted that I don’t really want to share it here on the blog.

The current snippet is a piece of dialogue from the current draft of Rogue Sorcery, and if I remember correctly it’s from a section that won’t make it to the next draft. It requires a bit of setting – basically, in that world, if you don’t use your magic at least a little, it will consume you and you die. Very traumatic incidents can, however, cause you not to be able to use that magic, which predictably has caused several sorcerers in the past to die rather spectacularly. But the character in question is able to use a tiny bit of magic when healing people (she was trained by the village healer, so it’s mostly potions and herbs with a dash of magic thrown in). At the time of the conversation she is discussing where she can go and what she can do.

“I should forcibly heal people? That’s a good way to get thrown out of villages.”

I am not sure how much sense it makes for someone who hasn’t read the story, but it was the best I could do this week. I have been absolutely swamped in work, and haven’t had the time to look.

Others who wrote a Saturday Snippet this week:

Saturday Snippet 31st of January

Saturday SnippetWelcome to the Saturday Snippet! This is a bi-monthly column, normally posted every other Saturday, where I and others post bits and pieces from whatever we’re writing at the moment, at various stages of completion. If you would like to join us, there’s a linkup at the bottom of this post, where you can add a link to your own blog post, or post in the comment section. There are only three rules: Link back here, only post your own writing, and have fun!

Well, well, well. Look who’s posting a Saturday Snippet for the first time since… October. Gah, that’s far too long! But since nobody came here to read apologies (I presume), I’ll get right to it.

I originally wanted to post a snippet from Rogue Sorcery, from a section that might be cut from the story, but decided against it. Instead I decided on a section from The Revenge, one of my NaNoWriMo stories from last year. Basically the main character has come to a rather special market to look for a certain person, but he turns out to be difficult to find, and he is not alone in looking for him. This is a longer snippet than I usually post:

“Why are you looking for him?” the vendor at the other stall asked. “Come to save him from his creditors?”
“Hardly,” the man replied drily. “Why, are there many of those?”
“Quite a few,” the vendor snorted. “He can hardly set foot in town now. Pity when his main port of trade is here.”
“He could always go north,” the vendor’s assistant suggested.
“Ah, he says he has enough danger in his life without adding monsters and scary fairies to the mix,” the vendor said and rolled his eyes. “Anyway, you might join the queue if you want to get hold of him. He is a hunted man, and as soon as his creditors get hold of him…”
“How does a man collect all that debt anyway?” the man asked. “I would have thought they would eventually stop loaning him money.”
“Well, he has certain convincing skills,” the vendor said, “and services they need. Besides, it’s a common tactic nowadays. Give them a strong enough hold on him, and they can demand whatever they’d like of him. Plunges him into all sorts of problems, but for the creditor everything works out rather nicely.”
“I see,” the man said thoughtfully. “Well, they might have to wave those money and services goodbye.”
“You don’t intend to wait for your turn?”
“Hardly,” the man said and smirked. “I’m not looking for money, nor services. I’m in another queue.”

 

 

Others who wrote a Saturday Snippet this week:

Saturday Snippet 17th of October

Saturday SnippetWelcome to the Saturday Snippet! This is a bi-monthly column, normally posted every other Saturday, where I and others post bits and pieces from whatever we’re writing at the moment, at various stages of completion. If you would like to join us, there’s a linkup at the bottom of this post, where you can add a link to your own blog post, or post in the comment section. There are only three rules: Link back here, only post your own writing, and have fun!

This time I’ve looked through my old notes and found a scene that I’m rather fond of – but it was more of a character building exercise than anything else. At least I’ve never been able to use it for anything, and it was never part of an actual story. While Chuevo as a character doesn’t exist anymore – at least not in any of my current projects – the scene says quite a bit about Shanni. Shanni is the main character of Rogue Sorcery and Forgotten Sorcery, and while she doesn’t really have a habit of being overly optimistic nor extremely friendly, she can also be quite fond of people. Even if she does find them silly now and then.

”It seems so pathetic,” Chuevo said.

“What’s pathetic?” Shanni stood up and joined him by the window, looking out.

“All those silly, little people living their silly, little lives when so much is happening right on their own doorstep – things that will turn their entire lives around. But they do not see. All those small problems – what do they matter?”

“Perhaps the world needs silly, little people,” Shanni commented. “To keep the world going while people like us are changing its direction. To keep the world from going mad.”

 

Others who wrote a Saturday Snippet this week:

Saturday Snippet 27th of September

Saturday SnippetWelcome to the Saturday Snippet! This is a bi-monthly column, normally posted every other Saturday, where I and others post bits and pieces from whatever we’re writing at the moment, at various stages of completion. If you would like to join us, there’s a linkup at the bottom of this post, where you can add a link to your own blog post, or post in the comment section. There are only three rules: Link back here, only post your own writing, and have fun!

Today’s delayed snippet is yet another beginning. I have picked it up every now and again, with the intention of continuing it, but I’ve never found the right story for it. I’ve never found the right main characters either, for that matter. But I do love the setting, and someday I will find that little piece that makes everything fit together. This part of it is just a description, really, and all I know is that the place is deserted and extremely dangerous, but that also makes it a safe place to hide something important, and sometimes people will come to steal that important thing. Whether this trio has good or bad intentions… That remains to be seen.

This story started, as many others before it, on a dark and stormy night. But it was neither in an old, creepy mansion nor a small, derelict cottage. In fact there was a distinct lack of houses in the area. There were ruins, of course, overgrown with moss and torn down by the winds, and they provided poor shelter on a night like tonight.

Three people were huddled together by the tallest of the walls, wrapped in sodden blankets and sitting as close to each other and the wall as they could. It was a flat land with no natural shelter against the wind, and no shelter also meant no fire. Might be for the best – being discovered by the few creatures who lived on this plain meant a slow, painful, agonising end.

 

Others who wrote a Saturday Snippet this week:

Saturday Snippet 12th of September

Saturday SnippetWelcome to the Saturday Snippet! This is a bi-monthly column, normally posted every other Saturday, where I and others post bits and pieces from whatever we’re writing at the moment, at various stages of completion. If you would like to join us, there’s a linkup at the bottom of this post, where you can add a link to your own blog post, or post in the comment section. There are only three rules: Link back here, only post your own writing, and have fun!

From last time’s song adventure I return to a more typical snippet. It’s from a story called “The Unnamed” (which would make it named, I assume?) which currently has half a chapter. Well, really, it has half a monologue and not much more. The title got stuck in my mind, and I have some vague ideas of what it’s about, but I don’t know when or even if I’ll actually write the thing. Still, I like the idea – it might be my NaNoWriMo story (one of them) this year.

The basic premise is this: The main character is on the run from something or someone. He has been for quite a while. And when the story starts, he is evidently musing about life and being on the run. This is towards the end of his little monologue:

“The only benefit of being on the run is that it teaches you not to be overly sentimental. You cannot get to know anyone, because sooner or later you will have to leave. You cannot acquire a whole lot of things, or keep things just for the memories, or get attached to any place, person or thing, not even the annoying dog next door.

Of course, when you aren’t burdened with an overabundance of sentimentality to begin with, this isn’t much of a benefit.”

Others who wrote a Saturday Snippet this week:

Saturday Snippet 22nd of August

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This week’s snippet, apart from being posted a little late (with one hour to go) is a little different. You see, ever since I first started to play the guitar (when I was around fourteen/fifteen, I think) I wrote songs. I did have a few songbooks, but I always found it easier to practice and to improve when I made songs to go with it. And when I started writing novels “properly” a few years after that, it seemed only natural to write songs to go along with it. Most of these are old and written in Norwegian (I wrote mostly in Norwegian at that time).

The song I have chosen is one of the first songs I ever wrote from my stories, and is in many ways the song of the main character of Rogue Sorcery, Shanni. I will write the song first in Norwegian, then in English, but please note that I’m translating it on the fly and as such I might not be able to make the rhymes and rhythm correct. Yet. It is also quite old, but I still like it. I will make a proper English version someday soon. In the universe of the novel it is a typical travellers’ song, sung before going out on adventure or on quiet nights around a warm fire.

Vandrervise

Se den store, vide verden
se den venter nå på oss
Himlens dype, hvite stjerner
og den ville, vakre foss.

Hør den kaller, la oss vandre,
etter morgenfuglens sang
Så gni søvnen ut av øyne
La oss dra nå med en gang

Dype daler, høye tinder
ligger foran på vår vei
så når dagen blir til natten
titter stjerner ned på meg

Flammer leker her i mørket
Uglen flyver ut på jakt
Men vi våker lenge ennå
Snart får eventyret makt

 

Wanderer’s song

See the great, wide world
see it waiting for us
the deep, white stars of the sky
and the wild, beautiful waterfall

Hear it calling, let us follow
the morning bird’s song
So rub the sleep out of your eyes
Let us leave at once

Deep valleys, tall peaks
are before us on our way
so when the day turns into night
stars look down on me

Flames play here in the dark
the owl flies out to hunt
but we wake for a long time yet
soon the adventure takes hold

 

Saturday Snippet 25th of July

Saturday SnippetWelcome to the Saturday Snippet! This is a bi-monthly column where I and others post bits and pieces from whatever we’re writing at the moment, at various stages of completion. If you would like to join us, there’s a linkup at the bottom of this post, where you can add a link to your own blog post, or post in the comment section. There are only three rules: Link back here, only post your own writing, and have fun!

NB: Since we only just started, we are posting a bit more often now. From next week we will start with the regular schedule, where we post every first and third Saturday of the month.

So, over to my snippet! This is an old snippet that I’ve had for years. I sometimes get ideas for beginnings, without a corresponding story. Sometimes that’s all I get, and sometimes I get a story out of it. In this case I got a very important character and what will most likely be a story later. I won’t say any more than that. It began with the first sentence back in 2010 or even earlier, and then I added more to it later.

I am Inadhra. Whatever you may have heard of me is not true. A number of people might wish that it was the stories that were true, but the past cannot be changed. In any case I harbour no regrets. Kuoli says I am a cold, contemptible hag, but Kuoli says many things and I take none of them to heart.

Saturday Snippet (July 18th)

Saturday SnippetWelcome to the first ever Saturday Snippet! This is a bi-monthly column where I and others post bits and pieces from whatever we’re writing at the moment, at various stages of completion. If you would like to join us, there’s a linkup at the bottom of this post, where you can add a link to your own blog post, or post in the comment section. There are only three rules: Link back here, only post your own writing, and have fun!

Today’s snippet is from my current Camp NaNoWriMo project, which I started writing today. This is from the beginning of the story, and is very, very far from a finished product. The story is a Hub World project, and is about two guys – Sarsi and Rui – who travel between worlds. That’s about as far as I’ve planned at this point. Here goes:

The lights were dimmed in the small shop near the end of the street. The man behind the counter had finished the day’s paperwork and was idly dusting off the counter while watching the hands of the clock make their way to closing time. It had been a slow day – the weather had gone from rainy to downright stormy, and few people ventured outside just to shop.

He was just about to put the rag away when he heard the bell over the door chime. Two young men, both looking slightly awkward and very wet, stood just inside the door. One was fair-haired, the other one dark, but both had the kind of paleness that he often saw in scholars and academics. He looked at the black-haired man again. There was something odd about him – about both of them in fact, though he could not place it – but particularly him. Something familiar. He turned slowly, pretending to fix something underneath the counter while trying to remember.

“You are the Gatekeeper, aren’t you?” the shorter man said, and something about the way he spoke triggered his memory, finally.

“Welcome back, portal keeper’s son,” he said slowly, straightening. “You have grown.”

“People do tend to grow after they’re ten,” he pointed out dryly, but his eyes were already moving along the rows of books on the shelves.

“You are far from home,” he commented.

“Worlds away, in fact,” he said and grinned.

“I see you have inherited your father’s sense of humour,” the shopkeeper said and sighed.