Yup, I decided to try and organize all the folders and work that i have been doing. Two days later I know how many completed pieces I have, how many words i wrote and published, how many series i have, how far the collections have come and thanks to most of today, how many works in progress I have.
While I have published approximately 840K words so far, I have 394K of partially written stories sitting in the many folders I have. That is 110 titles with 52 I haven’t put into a series yet. Never mind the few that I haven’t had time to take from the old html files or txt or wps files and translate. Yup that is a lot of tales waiting to be completed.
Now I have said before and I will continue to say, Keep everything you write. Be it a paragraph you jotted down to a full blow chapter you wrote but never got more of. The reason is you will go back to those files and go…hey this is a great start! Yup, I have done that. In the folders I have bits and pieces going back thirty years. Yup I said thirty!
At the ripe age of fifty I am a lot more relaxed and I think, a lot better writer. Things that I could not express at eighteen I can now write fully and completely at fifty.
And for those of you who might be interested in what I have I can give you excerpts from things going all the way back. From terrible horrible OMG what were you thinking stories to more modern stories that I haven’t decided what to do with them. So here you go.
Battles Lost and Won
Through this land travel 3 young women. These women are far from ordinary. Besides having to learn to survive by themselves in the wilderness, these women were changed by the fallout caused by the blast.
The leader of the group is called Lara; she is the defender of the other two. She rides in the lead. She and her mount are armed for battle. On what can be seen beneath her cloak, we see a variety of weapons. On her body daggers are strapped to legs and arm. We also see a bullwhip and a strange looking revolver. On the right side of her saddle is a rifle and a jewel-hilted sword. On the other side, there is a longbow and its quiver of arrows. Her face cannot be seen because the hood of her cloak is pulled down low over her eyes. There is a long scar on her left thigh. She is basically a quiet person.
The middle rider is a young, cheerful person. Her name is Kari. She is the smallest of the group, and is looked after by the other two. She has long, thick flowing brown hair and flashing eyes. She is wearing a riding skirt and carries no weapons. She is in charge of cooking for the group; and in the winter teaches children. She holds the reins to the pack horse. This beast is carrying the party’s supplies; cooking and sleeping gear, but also books and instruments. These three hunt for books during the warm months so they can teach the village children.
The last rider’s name is Rael. She is a thief and sorceress, and the youngest of the group. Getting books and artifacts is her job. She is fair- haired and talented. She carries daggers and a crossbow. She also carries a bullwhip, and sometimes fights alongside Lara.
There is light chit-chat going on between Kari and Rael. Lara looks for a place to camp and watches the front for danger. At the same time, Rael keeps an eye on their rear.
“Rael, are you listening?” Rael returned her gaze to Kari.
“Of course; just checking our trail, can’t be too careful, you know.”
“I know. Sometimes I miss the simplicity of the old days.”
“Yah, but what can we do?”
“Lara, have you spotted a site yet?” asked Kari.
As you can see tenses all mixed up, past and present. Spelling, grammar, pacing, flow..all HORRIBLE.. and that is just the first page! Yes, I have learned so much over the years. Enough I think to save this horrible story even.
Next we have Thorns of the Rose Clan…something I was working on with a friend in the 90s:
Thorns of the Rose Clan
A dark feminine figure leapt nimbly from branch to branch in the lush forest, her quarry several meters ahead of her, she was known simply as Wisp. As she steadily closed the distance between herself and her prey she thought back to the events from earlier in the day.
She knelt before the lord of her country. He was known by all as Kaneda. He hadn’t told her much about her mission but she understood that he wished for her to capture the Sprite of Wind, the others were being pursued as she was following her commandment. He had told her they were causing an imbalance in the world and it would be disastrous if not caught.
For some reason though he wanted them brought back unharmed, other than that information the Emperor had not told her anything else. She had heard from some of her contacts in the royal army that the sprite of Earth had been captured, but the cost was high. Afterwards was when she was called in by Kaneda, he told her that her unique abilities would make it much easier for a lone human to capture these dangerous fey. Overconfident after the Lord’s accolade of her prowess made her careless, she had aided in the capture of the sprite of fire but at the cost of some pain and a massive blow to her ego. Its tiny size lulled her into a false sense of victory and she figured it would pose very little threat. She used the illusions of the wind to hide her presence but the tiny creature saw her regardless of her family magic. It sent waves of flame after her and only by sheer luck had she avoided being permanently marred. She received a few harsh burns due to her mistake in judgment. Afterwards she swore she’d never misjudge an opponent by mere appearances again.
She finally cornered the Sprite by the bank of a river, from what she had learned and from the period of study in the palace library and from folk lore and legend, the sprite didn’t have very powerful offensive spells and used illusionary and defensive spells. But none the less she refused to take any unnecessary chances, she was on the defensive the moment she got within its range.
She readied her staff and stood before the smaller being.
“I am Wisp, servant to his lordship Kaneda Makaze, surrender and I swear I shall do you no harm,” Her green eyes narrowed from behind her mask to make her seem a bit more menacing.
The sprite gave her a sad glance, as if she had no idea what was truly going on, its slim figure floating gently on some unseen breeze the silver toned wings glistening in the moonlight.
“My name is Tatsumaki, I understand you are seeking me but I have no intention of fighting with you or surrendering. Your Emperor has upset the balance by capturing my sister and brother. I cannot allow you to capture me as well.” The sprite said quietly as he landed on the bank, a soft glow enveloping him which steadily grew brighter forcing Wisp to narrow her eyes for fear of being blinded, she continued watching through hooded eyes as the light expanded briefly then subsided. There where the tiny creature of only moments before stood a young boy, he stared at her, his clothing flapping in the wind.
Wisp looked the boy over cautiously, his words were most likely a tool, the texts said he would be an excellent trickster.
Not so bad right? Could use a lot of polish to make a gem here though right? Then there is this excerpt from Life of Blades:
The market was busy. People coming and going. Sonya stood in front of the fruit sellers, checking out the merchandise. This market was an amazing concept. An entirely indoor market. The air and light inside was provided by magic. The giant fans in the ceiling were stupendous. As she wandered through the stalls she saw items for sale from as far away as the Stigar Sea. She saw silks from the east and oils from the deep south. Gems from the far north and exotic woods from the great forests.
But her wanderings had a purpose. She had been sent on a quest to find a missing brother. The last report from the near village was that Marcus had come to this market, called in on a healing mission. A young child had fallen from one of the upper galleries. He had been trained in special healing techniques and could probably save the child’s leg. He had arrived, according to the people here, but he had disappeared after dealing with the child.
The crowd was starting to thin out as Sonya stopped to buy a flagon of clear water. As she leaned against a nearby wall she noticed a disturbance coming her way. It seemed that she attracted the attention of someone. She sipped the water and eased one of her many blades into her sleeve. Being of the Blade kindred, she was always prepared for trouble. Many people wanted the secrets of her clan.
Down the aisle came one of the largest men she had ever seen. Flanked by his lieutenants, this could only be Lord Sharpfails. His was the sign on the message sending for Marcus. She had asked to see him when she first arrived here but had been put off. Now her danger sense was pinging loudly. There was no reason for the children that had been playing to break off and hide if this was just a normal walk through. Letting her hair cover her face, she look up from under her brows as the lord came toward her
He was a big man. Dressed in studded leather, even inside his domain. He carried himself like a man accustomed to being obeyed. He was flanked by two men dressed in matching black leather armor. He stopped in front Sonya and looked her up and down.
“Woman.” His voice was deep and rough. At one time he must have had a powerful voice but the slash scar she could just see was proof he had been sliced across the throat in the past. “Woman, why are you here?’
Taking a small drink from her flagon, Sonya was silent a moment before answering. “I’m looking for a friend.”
“Blades have no friends,” quipped the guard on the left.
“Hush, Neman.” Sharpfails’ voice cracked out at his man. “There are no other Blades in my lands, woman.”
Sonya continued to scan the men in front of her. They seemed anxious. Sharpfails especially. “A Blade was here just a few days ago. He was called in to care for an injured child. He was to have returned yesterday.”
Sharpfails face broke into a smile. “Yes, I know the Blade you mention. Scalpel Marcus left here three days ago. He was finished with his duties and continued on.” As he spoke his brushed a hand against something and it caught her eye. Hanging from Sharpfails’ belt was a special leather case. She knew that there was no other like it in the outer lands. It was a Scalpel’s blade kit. A surgeon’s tools would be inside. No Scalpel would surrender his kit willingly.
Pushing off the wall, Sonja stood ready. “Interesting case you have there, My Lord. Mind if I examine it?”
Sharpfails’ face became crafty as he looked down at the mentioned case. “What this old thing? Be my guest, Blade.” He pulled it off his belt and handed it to the much smaller woman before him.
Sonya carefully took the case and eased the zipper open. Inside there were the special blades that only those of her family’s medical teams carried on the entire face of Panmeno. She closed her eyes for a moment and sent out a tendril. This was Marcus’s case. It held his signature. She opened her eyes and closed the case. “So, my lord, where is the owner now?”
“I have no idea what you are babbling about woman. I have had that case for years.” He reached for the kit but she put it into her own kit bag.
“Lord Sharpfails, we should continue this conversation somewhere else.”
He laughed, long and loud. “Why, woman? What could you have to say to me that can’t be said here, in front of my people?”
Sonya grimaced. He was in his full power here. It was too open for her liking. If she had been of the Sword kind or the Scythe kindred she would have felt more comfortable here. But she was of the Daggerkin. Her kind normally worked in the dark and secret ways. “I would talk to you of the where abouts of the owner of the case, Lord. He needs to be returned to his family.”
“I told him, three days ago, that I had no intention of allowing a Blade to wander my lands. He disagreed with me.” He buffed his nails on his armor. “I had my men explain my wishes to him.” The look in the eyes of the man Neman told her all she needed to know. Marcus had never left this building. What she needed to know was if he was still alive and worth a rescue. Or if vengeance was called for.
“Scalpel Marcus is needed back in home. If you could have your men tell me where he is, we will leave your lands.” Sonya knew that Marcus no longer lived but she needed to have these animals admit his death before she could do anything. There were restrictions on her actions. Codes of honor that no outsider would understand but that she would adhere to until her own death.
“The woman seems very dense, my lord.”
Sharpfails’ smiled. “She isn’t dense, Decur, she needs an answer. So give it to her.”
The second man looked at his lord and then down at the much smaller woman. “Your friend is feeding the worms.”
Again not too bad. These three are fantasies that I have on hold while I decide where to put them, if they should be novels or novellas. I have tales in fantasy, science fiction, urban fantasy and more. They are all waiting to strike me and say FINISH ME…You never know what you might find in your old files and what they may become.