The little line gasped. A party hat of yellows, purples, and orange perched upon his head. He glanced down and wrinkled up his nose, a purple ribbon danced and fluttered in the breeze.
Well I digress and somehow I have managed to go off into never never land of my imagination leaving my characters sitting on the side of the road waving “hey you why did you leave us here? We want you to tell our story and yet you are ditching us.”
I yell back to my characters, “Hey now some of the effort has to come from you and well there are two of you!” I glare at the twins, “And you are not co-operating either! You keep twisting around and dodging the stuff that you don’t want to talk about! Yes I know it is hard but I can’t really tell your story if you don’t talk to me or even tell me what is going on!”
I watched as the twins turned to each other, and then I barely caught their whispers, “She is going nuts and its not our fault that we don’t feel comfortable talking about stuff.”
I raised my eyebrows at them, “You have problems then and so I give you ideas but you whine and shift around and say no. So you can sit there for a while and contemplate life. I am going for a walk.” I stormed off leaving them alone on the road.
But some how I could still hear them in the back of my mind, it was almost like they hadn’t left, or I hadn’t stormed off. But I was mad and I want to move on out of the swamp. There was only so may ways that I can keep talking about the dampness and the humidity of that place. I turned around and there they were trudging behind me.
“Hey!” I shouted as I looked around, “We are not in the swamps anymore!”
The twins stopped looked at each other and then turned back to me standing on the road that was pitted and cracked in places.
obviously it hadn’t been driven down in a very long time. There was a small trail of grass growing in the center of the scarred tar. The boy scuffed his feet on the road. “Yeah maybe.” He kept his head down the dark hair fell into his face covering his eyes. He pushed it to the side but it didn’t stay there.
Well! The little line stretched his neck and he couldn’t quite believe himself. Why he was starting to look quite handsome. His eyes were blue and full of twinkles. He tossed up his head and a small little grin appeared.
He licked the line of purple and then he wondered what was that? And where was it going ? And then he pouted and shook his head. It wasn’t going fast enough, how could he speed up? His curious nature was over flowing. What was next. where was he going?
And he grew. Now there was the start of a smile, a wink of an eye and twinkle he arched his neck. The green scales glistened in the sun.
He still was locked into place but something was starting to grow and he couldn’t wait to see what else there was going to be. It wasn’t enough there was more and he wanted it!
Ah yes the month long mayhem is about to begin! And yes I will be joining the campers as they frantically write the novel that is buried deep within them. This is going to be my 4th attempt to continue on the adventure. I managed to claw out a couple of wins and I did win a Nanowrimo.
My writing has been an endless novel of characters and story lines that still have not fully developed into a full blown story. There are bits and pieces on here and a few other websites and buried in my files on my computers.
With this particular story or bits and pieces of a story the last word count as of November 2015 it was 112098 or something close to that number. And yes there will be a lot stuff that will get rewritten and simply placed on a rocket and launched out into space. But in my defense without the original writing there wouldn’t be a story and launching material.
And yes Jake is one of my characters. But like all of the drivel he still is resting somewhere in my brain waiting to emerge as something that eventually will be a flawed but fully developed character. Here is Campnanowrimo if you dare. I am ironically Meryst on the site if you would like to join in the mayhem!!!
I DARE YOU!!!!!
Jake walked further into the woods pushing aside the branches of the growth that reached out and that hampered his forward movement. He chuckled, and pulled down the cap that covered his ears. He felt like he was a male little Red Riding Hood; and that he was going to be pounced on by a wolf who would rip out his throat with large fangs; “Better to eat you my dear!” But that didn’t happen; it was a fairy tale; and he dropped his hand down to his back pocket to where his cell phone lived.
Jake pushed through the trees; he listened and he was the only one thrashing through the brambles. The leaves were still. He looked back and squinted he could barely see the edge of the pasture. It was almost as if he had stepped into another world. He frowned and backed up a step, his sneaker crunched down on a a dead branch that echoed through the clearing with a snap. It was silent and a bit dark. Yes it was darker, there were shadows lengthening down the old growth.
How could that be? He looked again and 5 feet in front of him was the rusted wheels of the bicycle that he and his brothers had joked about just about 6 months before. Jake moved closer. Yes there was the horn that he sounded that had sent the yearlings running across the field. They had been grounded for that incident because the yearlings had scrambled and one of them broken a leg in the panic. But the bike was rusted now and the horn; it squeaked and a sad sound hissed out; an old worn out copy of itself barely 6 months old. And the trees were old, Jake looked around frowning and he shook his head he didn’t understand.
Hello all and I would like to dash out a huge thank you luxoballgmailcom for nominating me. It is a wonderful surprise to see all of the encouragement from everyone here!
And now it is my turn to answer the questions and dash out my own nominees! but first the rules:
Ahhh man do we have to have rules? Yes we do but they are fun!
- Thank my nominee
- Share the award on my blog
- Answer the 10 questions asked of me
- Ask 10 questions of new nominees
- Notify them
How did you decide on your blog name?
It is interesting that I would be asked that. The name evolved out of one of my very first characters I played on Everquest Rysteilla. The part that I find the most interesting about the name is that it came out of the the random name generator. The Merystia portion evolved from a joke between fellow players in which we added ME to the beginning of our names.
ME + RYST = Merysta which later developed into other variations: Meryst, Rysta, Rystie, Merys.. You get the picture.
And later on I felt that I needed a place of my own to bring them all home.
Who is your biggest blog fan?
That is a question I am not sure on since I have just started up with more blogging so I will have to go with ALL of YOU out there who take the time to kindly read my posts and random dreams.
What is your best piece of advice to anyone considering blogging?
GO FOR IT! I have played with a few forms of blogging through out the years and I think that we all want to contribute a little bit of ourselves to the world and here blogging provides the outlet the I have been seeking. It ties all of what I love to do together: writing, web paging, coding, crafting, graphics, knowledge and yes new FRIENDS.
What is your favorite blog to read?
NOO You can’t ask me that ! I really do not have favorite blog I lean towards in particular on any given day. So I will cop out and say all of them. (Big cheesy grin I know)
If you could meet 3 historical people from any point in time who would they be?
- Robinhood – I share the name and I like what he stands for. And I like that time in history.
- Alexander the Great – Just because of what he did
- Paul Revere – And not because of the “famous” ride but because he was a craftsman: a silversmith and he made bells.
How do you manage your blogging time?
I don’t, it manages me. The muse takes over and it is over in minutes or like this post hours and days. (Which is fine because I love it!)
Where do you get your inspirations for your posts?
Everywhere, life, friends, a monarch butterfly sipping nectar from a flower, dreams, blogs, the possibilities are endless.
What is (are) your favorite movie(s)?
Noooo this is just as hard as the favorite blog question; so I will narrow it down to a few favs:
- Lord of the Rings (need I say more)
- The Hobbit (ditto)
- Harry Potter (the whole series, there was 1 or 2 that I found weak but overall great)
- Stardust / The Princess Bride (these two I ranked together I just loved the twisted humor and the overall story. They are similar just generations apart)
- Indiana Jones (I liked them all despite the flak regarding the 4th installation)
- And finally I like some disaster movies : Dantes Peak, Deep Impact and a few others
What is your goal for your blog in 2016?
Sharing me. Finding my place in the world, reading more blogs.
Do you blog for pleasure or profit?
Pleasure. At this point I chose to be me, this is a big step for me to let people in and to see who I am, which relates to the previous question. 🙂
I nominate :
The next day the little line left the picture that it had dreamed about; and then it discovered something new. Some how it didn’t need the flash and the pointed hat of the wizard. It was following its own life something new and suddenly it wanted to see where its own path would lead.
It grew and grew. Baby little steps, but they were pieces of the puzzle leading to a new creation of its own. And the line crept along getting stronger and more sure of its own place in the pattern. There still was a mystery of where its final destination would be, but the little line was happy and it waited for the next stitch; the next patch of color to emerge.
And it appeared…..
The Little Line gasped, and no this was not what it was expecting. For one thing the colors were not quite right. It was more blues greens and yellows and gold that were its destiny. And yes there was gold but the little line didn’t think that this was an ending to its journey. There was going to be something different for it and the little line knew this deep within its crosses.