Writing Quote Wednesday

You’re never going to kill storytelling, because it’s built into the human plan. We come with it.”

-Margaret Atwood

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Writing Quote Wednesday

Like, one rule is: you gotta finish your sh#@. You just do. No, I don’t mean that every story you begin must be a story you finish — sometimes you gotta cut bait and run, but in the overarching journey of your writing adventure, you need to finish your sh@#. Complete your poop. Do the thing. Because a story is a thing with a beginning, a middle, and an end. And you cannot learn how to tell a story unless you learn to tell a complete story. You cannot learn to write an ending if you never write an ending.

-Chuck Wendig

The Witch’s Memory part 13 (recap)

Jaspeak’s heart swelled at this sight
This would be what she took from the night
The stunned silence which crowded the air
As they marveled at the lake without a care
The moon rose high as minutes turned to hours
Along came a misting shower
Calming rain washed over the two
Signaling their night was through
She bid the boy goodbye
And the boy let out a deep sigh
“Same place and time in two weeks?”
Asked Roland in a voice rather meek
Jaspeak gave a smile rather great
“Yes indeed but please don’t be late.”
They went their separate ways
Then they met again every fourteen days
In secrecy they continued this game
Their doings never quite the same
Under the pale gaze of the moon
She showed him the wonders of Ryamadoon
The cave of wonders hidden deep
To the Singing Pool where mermaids sleep
She showed him how to conjure a storm
Then how to create a fire to keep warm
There were so many things for them to see
But other place she’d rather be
Her feelings for him grew with every tryst
And she wondered how it would be if they kissed
A different kind of magic she did assume
One capable of relieving any gloom
Like a rainbow bursting through the clouds
Making her heart sing boisterously loud
It went on this way for some time
The feeling was going rather sublime
Six months went by and the air started to grow chill
A time when everyone had been left to winter’s will
Traveling to see Roland was going to be a challenge
But she started to think she could manage
As she thought up another ploy
Her father thought she was being rather coy
Up to something in these late night excursions
Coming home with such aversion
Hiding secrets under his roof
It was a trait a tad uncouth
These were not the actions of the daughter he knew
The one who loved him and her mother through and through
This was a stranger dressed in her flesh
One who couldn’t get along or mesh
With the offerings of her home and land
And that was something he couldn’t stand
She came home sweet, content
But he wondered how her time was spent
He ventured to ask before she laid down her head
Having her speak her heart instead
Still he chose to let her rest for now
He’d find the truth someway somehow
The next time she went out , air chilled and crisp
As she was followed by a pestering wisp
That glowed light blue right by her ear
A persistent reminder that someone was near
She spotted Roland caught in the midst of trees
A feeling of joy travelled from her head to her knees
He offered a smile rather tired
Losing the charm and mystique she had admired
“Has something happened to you my dear?”
She asked not feigning her fear
“It’s nothing Jaspeak” He answered quite wry
“Just pondering things by and by
I enjoy our time together I truly do
So it grieves me to ask something of you”

Writing Quote Wednesday

People say, ‘What advice do you have for people who want to be writers?’ I say, they don’t really need advice, they know they want to be writers, and they’re gonna do it. Those people who know that they really want to do this and are cut out for it, they know it.
—R.L. Stine

The Witch’s Memory part 8 (recap)

Her destiny for greatness easy to see
Jaspeak gave her father a hug
Truly a powerful and wondrous drug
One capable of washing away woe and trepidation
Filling his soul with overwhelming elation
Of course with his heart melted it was time to pressure
What it was she actually wished to do
The young lady asked to delve deep
Into the woods while the sun did sleep
To be watched over by no more than moon and prayer
Assuring him that she was able to care
For herself and her own well being
Not to forget the knowledge she’d be acquiring
There was no fight he was able to provide
A youngling’s education could not be denied
So with a grudging groan he submitted to her whim
And the lovely girl went to hug him
Not stopping in her praise that he was the best
Although it did his heart well he knew it was jest
Jaspeak went skipping off into the dark of the forest
Where woodland creatures were seeking their rest
She would be sure to not disturb their slumber
Knowing a lone girl would be at the mercy of their number
Whether beasts large or small
In a multitude she was bound to fall
Tonight was not meant to see danger
Whether by creature or tall creepy stranger
There was a plant she did seek
Granted to bring a potion to its peak
She sought the petals of the Luna Bloom
Which blossomed when there was an air of gloom
When the full moon was high above the line of cloud
The sagging flower would stand erect and proud
In full bloom petals of white and green
Would illuminate the pistols of golden sheen
She’d gather the flowers and embrace their musk
As with mortar and pistol she’d grind them to dust
To give her potion that extra spice
Yes that would make it oh so nice
She trotted off into the woods so deep
The further she went the more her heart did leap
The Luna Blossoms were calling to her
For that she would never deter
Her heart skipped a beat as the trees did curl
To keep the secrets they wished not to unfurl
Soon she came to a clearing
Her task’s end was nearing
Moonlight shone through the treetop canopy
Illuminating a beautiful sight to see
Standing alone against the dark
Its paleness making it rather stark
With the flower reaching up to the moon
The Luna Blossom would open soon
Watching the vision her heart did seize
When suddenly there was a rumble from the trees
It was a sound fierce and coarse
She didn’t need to know the source
Stone wolves were coming in a fearsome pack
It would not take much for them to attack
Whether bloodlust or actual hunger
There was no denying the amount of danger
She crawled back amongst the shadow
Not knowing which way to go
Her prize was sitting in her grasp
It wouldn’t take long for it to relapse
Back to its original form
Just a flower of the norm
Losing all of its magical property
And that she felt just could not be
The flower was going to bloom tonight
If not now it would be another thirty lights
She had to get it before the moon did fade
They laws of magic must be obeyed
Anger inside of her began to rise
When out of the darkness came creatures of great size
Stone wolves, skin grey and draped in moss
Stepped into the light giving them a luminescent gloss
They snapped and growled in dark savagery
Causing resting creatures in the forest to flee
Carefully she continued to crouch down
Making sure not to make a sound
For if she did the result would be grave
No matter how bold and brave
Stone wolves were hungry beasts
Always in search of their next feast
Getting rid of them was easier said than done
As you needed assistance from a burning sun
For a magician of her caliber this was an easy feat
Such a standard she was able to meet
She whispered words to the tips of her fingers
When the words settled and lingered
A small spark of flame looked up at her
Patiently awaiting the next set of words which were
The ones that would make it grow and rise
To double, triple, and quadruple in size
Where the fire would sizzle and burn
To make those foolish stone wolves learn
For now though the flame was but a kiss
As she hoped to catch the wolves amiss
The wolves, four in all, marched in on stony paw
A beautiful sight that would leave her in awe
She waited with bated breath
For the stone creatures of death