life in the subjunctive mode

I was listening to "Orange Sky" by Alexei Murdoch, and I wanted to write something, and then I realized it's basically the perfect song for the Novel. And I wanted to write something for it, but I've got to actually pick up where I left off, so in the meantime, I did a doodle from the happy alternate universe where Taran gets to the capital city in time and no one dies except for Siaras.

Taran falls asleep on the floor of the palace, with mud matting his hair, too exhausted to take notice. Beside him, he can feel Neirin, sitting close, his back against the wall. Tanwen walks past as Taran is drifting off to sleep, stops to murmur to Neirin in a low voice. Neirin responds in the same tone. In the warm, fuzzy haze preceding sleep, Taran is dimly pleased by the sound of his voice. He reaches out a hand from where it is curled against his chest, reaches out until he catches the fabric of Neirin’s clothing. A hand comes to rest on his shoulder, fingers curled, and Taran hums to himself before a final wave of exhaustion sinks into his bones, and sleep envelopes him.

Or maybe this is the part after he is mortally wounded defeating Siaras, and he doesn't wake up after this ... I think the sentiment would still be the same.

It's been way too long since I wrote anything for this story.

Title: now that i come to fall
Character: Bran
Location: Dein Efyd
Date: Three Weeks Earlier

( I don't know if this will make it to the final draft, but I needed to write this for myself )

chapter one

Title: climb the wall to make the sun rise in time
Character: Taran
Location: Dein Efyd
Date: Day Three

( cheesy lyric-titles continue in this massive, drawn-out mess that was a lot of fun to write but most of it probably isn't necessary for a final draft )

chapter five

Title: i cut my branch from my family tree
Character: Tanwen
Location: Dein Efyd
Date: Day One


( i like this chapter. it's incredibly lackluster but it has potential anyway )

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Title this time courtesy of Radical Face. The Family Tree: The Roots is more or less the soundtrack for the Sisawain family, only with less suicide. I also need to pay extra attention to the less-central family members, because they're still important to the functioning of the group.

Mairwen and Kieve might have accidentally swapped issues in this draft. Since Mairwen is more important to the story, I'm more than okay with this.

I wrote this whilst working on my geoscience paper. Tanwen, Mairwen, and Kieve goofing around, with bonus Rhys. 1,026 words.

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( flirting is a good market strategy. really. )

( Typed Story Snippet )

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I'm at this fantastic stage of the story where suddenly, things started happening, and I realized that if I nudge them just a little in this direction, everything suddenly clicks into high gear and I have a plot to hold up the character interactions of Tanwen's side of things (and really, all I ever ask for in life is to be able to write stories about characters who don't get along, getting along) that starts as a plot on Meilen/Tsuya's side of things, and then crosses over into Oboureon, and it all fits together and is an interesting dilemma that will involve both lots of action and lots of dialogue and thinking.

Also after everything is done I am going to hide in my room and read aloud every single conversation and rewrite it so that it sounds like normal human speech and not me reading off a speech.

( 'Wicked' flailing )

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( Another Snippet )

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I have so many Wicked-induced feelings right now it isn't even funny. It's tragic. I'm all muddled up inside like an impressionist watercolor dunked in a bucket of fish.

EDIT 02.06.12: I was going back through old entries to find something, and I would just like to make it clear that I have no idea what I meant by a bucket of fish. None.