Writing the Storm Out

And now, in other news…

/everyone leaves

Creativity be my name, these days. Not just because I’ve got colored pencils and am not afraid to use them. I’m also making progress toward writing an actual book.

After years of having the germ of an idea, I finally, finally found my opening to begin writing a story. I tried to be all “start from the beginning and work until ‘the end’,” but that fizzled out quickly. Instead, I opted to take a looser approach and write a short story about each character, and have those character studies morph into full-blown chapters, and in due time the chapters would become a book.

So I did that, and told two completely different character stories. One became the prologue. The other became Chapter One.

I’m really enjoying fleshing out these characters, and bit by bit, the story. They’re all flawed, as we all are. They all have their strengths, as we all do. It’s not going to be patently obvious where all of this is going from the get-go, but I am working to make it engaging.

I got teary the other night, thinking back to, of all things the movie version of The Two Towers. Specifically this scene, as told in the book:

“(…) Still, I wonder if we shall ever be put into songs or tales. We’re in one, or course; but I mean: put into words, you know, told by the fireside, or read out of a great big book with red and black letters, years and years afterwards. And people will say: “Let’s hear about Frodo and the Ring! ” And they’ll say: “Yes, that’s one of my favourite stories. Frodo was very brave. wasn’t he, dad?” “Yes, my boy, the famousest of the hobbits, and that’s saying a lot.”‘

`It’s saying a lot too much,’ said Frodo, and he laughed, a long clear laugh from his heart. Such a sound had not been heard in those places since Sauron came to Middle-earth. To Sam suddenly it seemed as if all the stones were listening and the tall rocks leaning over them. But Frodo did not heed them; he laughed again. ‘Why, Sam,’ he said, ‘to hear you somehow makes me as merry as if the story was already written. But you’ve left out one of the chief characters: Samwise the stouthearted. “I want to hear more about Sam, dad. Why didn’t they put in more of his talk, dad? That’s what I like, it makes me laugh. And Frodo wouldn’t have got far without Sam, would he, dad? ” ‘

`Now, Mr. Frodo,’ said Sam, ‘you shouldn’t make fun. I was serious. ‘

`So was I,’ said Frodo.

My sincere hope is that when I’m done, somebody will feel that they didn’t get enough of one or more of these characters I have made.

But first, there’s much more story to write.

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