Running (NaNoWriMo Practice 2)


During the month of October I will be putting myself through writing exercises that I shall coin with the name freewriting.  I am doing these exercises to try and get my mind to just write without worry or concern as I psych myself up for this years National Novel Writers Month event.  Then I will post my writing on here for you to check out.  Enjoy!

Azel ran.  The loose cloth of his black outfit whipped out behind him much the same as the long locks of his blonde hair.  Blood pumped with each racing step he took and his heart felt like exploding.

The night was coming alive with more and more shrieks every minute and he saw and felt more and more shadows racing around corners and in between buildings the further he went.  Whoever opened up the door for these monsters forgot to close the damn thing.  Azel knew he was a good hunter, but this was too much even for him.  There were hundreds.

So, he ran on.  Buildings continued to race past in shadowy blurs that hid the beasts that pursued him.  He had just taken a sharp turn down a side passage, trying to shake the monsters off, when he saw someone step out of a doorway.

“In here now, you idiot.”

He couldn’t see the person clearly, but the voice left little doubt in his mind.

Oh, great.

Still he darted into the door the shadow held open without question.  The room was empty except for a simple bed and a table with a lantern resting on it.  His muscles and chest burned with exhaustion and he collapsed on the bed.  He turned his head as has rescuer closed the door, and the light from the lantern confirmed the identity of his twin.

“Cale, you saved my ass,” he wheezed out.

“Isn’t that how it always how it goes?”

Cale walked over and sat down next to Azel on the bed.

“But I guess that’s what brothers are for?  Tell me what the hell you did.”

Azel took a deep breath and sat up.

“It was just a hunt.  Some demon was prowling the shadows and I cut it down.  Next thing you know, I have hundreds of the bastards chasing me through the city.  I think someone opened a gate and left it open.”

Cale gave a wry laugh.  “That’s great.  Any idea what we should do now.”

Azel thought for a minute.  They could wait out the night here in the hovel they were holed up in, but each minute they waited risked the chance of ordinary citizens being hurt or killed by the demons.  No their best shot at ending this quickly lied with making their way back to their temple and meeting up with rest of their order.

“We need to get back to father,” Azel answered.  “Him and the rest of the Night Guardians can help us end this tonight.”

“I knew you were going to say that, but damn,” Cale said with a sigh.  He ran a hand through the same blonde hair that Azel had and looked at his twin.  “Alright, what’s the plan?”

“We take to the roofs.  We’ll be out in the open, but we’ll be able to see the monster’s coming.”

Cale nodded in understanding.  “Are you rested enough to get going again?

“I’ll be fine, besides we haven’t any time to waste,” he said as he rose from the bed.  “Are you ready, brother?”

“I am, let’s go.”

They walked to the door took a check of gear and armor, gave each other one last nod, then with one calm deep breath, Azel kicked the door open.


Ink-stained Pages and Button Mashing


Wow. Two months to the day since I’ve blogged.  I do apologize for my absence.  It’s the same old same old. Work, work, work.  Plus we are trying to decide if it’s time for my son to go to Kindergarten next year or do another round of Pre-K.  He’s really bright, as his teacher called him “out of the box” smart, but he lack certain social skills that would make all day Kindergarten hard for him.  Mix that and playtime and spouse time into the few hours I get each day and it life still remains a struggle.

But that’s not what is important.  What is important is that I’m trying again.

I have two stories out to an acquaintance who is beta reading them for me, in order to give me some constructive feedback (I still don’t plan on doing anything with them right now) and I recently picked up a copy of “Read. Set. Novel!” by the folks at NaNoWriMo! I’m looking forward to finding some free time to try to utilize the book to help me better plan and outline the novel that sings from my soul and cries from the prison of my mind.

Not much admittedly and I could try harder, but my head might literally explode from never slowing down.  But there is one more thing I’m trying to get better at, though I still remain rather unsuccessful. Video games.

If you’ve read in the past, you know that I have a video game problem.  I find it too easy to get swept up in the stories of the many video games I own, and it keeps me from writing my own.  This would be fine if my first idea for writing had panned out.  I had wanted to write for Forgotten Realms or a video game publisher so that I could mix the two interests, but when I actually started a novel back then, Dungeons and Dragons stopped taking unsolicited submissions, and the latter requires a college degree which I foresee no time  to obtain.

So, instead, I’m trying to remain vigilant.  Every time I think of playing a game, I challenge myself to write instead.  Most of the time I fail, but I’m still trying.

It’s what I’ve got for now, so I’ll have to make it do.

What about you guys?  What vices do you have that keep you from writing?  Or what suggestions do you have for me to become stronger and more self-confident in my writing so that I give it more time?  Leave me a comment or just take the time to hit the like button to let me know your support!