Draken vae Khellian, bastard cousin of the Monoean King, had risen far from his ignominious origins, becoming both a Bowrank Commander and a member of the Crown’s Black Guard. But when cursed black magic took his wife and his honor away, he fought past his own despair and grief, and carved out a new life in Akrasia. His bloody, unlikely path, chronicled in Exile: The First Book of the Seven Eyes, led him to a new love, and a throne.
Draken has seen too much blood . . . the blood of friends and of enemies alike. Peace is what he wants. Now he must leave his wife and newborn child in an attempt to forge an uneasy peace between the Monoean King and the kingdom of Akrasia. The long bloody shadow of Akrasia’s violent past hangs over his efforts like a shroud. But there are other forces at work. Peace is not something everybody wants . . . not even in the seemingly straightforward kingdom of Draken’s birth.
Factions both known and unknown to Draken vie to undermine his efforts and throw the kingdom into civil war. Forces from his days in the Black Guard prove to be the most enigmatic, and a bloody tide threatens to engulf Draken’s every step.
Never let the technical overshadow the art.
Then I thought about how I might explain that, and came up with this:
Art always trumps the technical; the grammar, the sentence structure, the etc, the ad infinitum.
What is that mild illumination coming in through the window? That’s the sunrise, and Juliet represents the sun.
But soft! What light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun.
Multiple online results talk about how Shakespeare had more freedom back then to use the English language in the manner in which he did.
Yeah, so? What’s holding people back today? Catering to the lowest demographic or something?
If someone were to ask me about writing in that form I would wholeheartedly encourage them to go ahead and write like Shakespeare.
First of all you can do art just fine, remember that.
Second, you don’t tell it ……. you show it.
Is that the early morning sunlight beginning to come in through the window? Due to the rotation of the earth the sun rises in the east, and there is Juliet, her inner glow providing it’s own illumination, she’s just like the sun.
But soft! What light through yonder breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun.
Early on I was very much inclined to write in the ‘Tell’ format. Showing is moh bettah and moh fun.
There is a last part:
STORY trumps all, including art. Showing is good, but not at the expense of the story and it’s flow. 😀
A surprise developed earlier this week that couldn’t be held back anymore.
The chest burster … uh … burst out!
My research into the details of a plot line has now expanded into an entirely new novel idea, PERSIA AWAKENING, a military fiction thriller.
I say expanded because several military stuffs are part of the science fiction thriller, but that plot line and those plot devices have developed a life of their own.
Now several of my supporting characters have become main characters in the new series.
The toughest part is keeping the timing right between the two series.
Guess I’ll just have to work it out. 😉
I’ve been procrastinating.
Primarily because of Part 1, my first surprise in writing a science fiction thriller novel, Emotions.
I know that the part I’m going to write is going to go deep into emotion, that’s the point of that particular plotline.
I’m concerned about how I’ll feel about it 😆
But it has to get done. This weekend baby 😀