19/06/2009
Inquisitor
Something I’ve come to realise as I complete these day to day writing works is that it takes quite a bit of mental focus to sit down, concentrate on the subject at hand and then write on that topic. Thet focus isn’t just subjected to writing, either. The story that you work on (since you cannot work on it all in one go) is infact a completely new sort of focus that becomes more aware to me when I do these practice works.
Stories aren’t just about telling a story through the eyes of the characters. They’re about taking the characters on a journey of events whilst letting the reader tag along for the ride. Trying to write from the perspective of a writing is a doomed experience to begin with because through all the twists and turns your people take, they often fail to realise the point in both the plot and themselves.
After all, to the characters, your story is -their- reality. It’s very much real to them as writing it is real to us. I’d suggest keeping that in mind when you sit down, and instead of thinking ‘What is going to happen in my story today’ maybe try to alter it into ‘What are my characters going to experience today’ and see if the involvement improves your journey.
[050] Immortal – END
‘You are such an idiot, you know that?’
Royal groaned, raising a hand to his head to help fight the headache. ‘Llan? What happened?’
Opening his eyes, Royal found himself in a bed. He realised he was still in the same house, the drab wallpaper hadn’t changed from the hallway, but the rays of light filtering through the curtains told him it was at least day time.
‘What’s the last thing you remember?’ she asked, moving to the window and pulling the curtains open. Sunlight flooded the room.
‘Ouch! What the hell! Some warning would have been nice!’ Roy exclaimed, covering his eyes and sitting upright. She ignored him.
‘I did warn you, and you didn’t listen. Now look at what you’ve gotten yourself into.’
The evening slowly trickled back into Royal’s mind. The meeting with the Inquisitor, the rescue of Llan, for which she still hadn’t thanked him he realised, all the way up to the meeting with Fenn to discuss a more suitable arrangement. It came back fully. Fenn had shot him.
Swinging his legs over the edge of the bed, Roy lifted his shirt and inspected his chest. There was nothing there, no mark or sign that he’d been scratched, let alone shot. Not to mention, he felt completely find. Confused by this, he looked up at Llan.
‘What’s going on?’
Llan sighed and turned away from the window and towards him. She dropped to her haunches right in front of him, and for a moment Royal thought she was going to kiss him. Instead, she looked deep into his eyes and spoke.
‘You just tried to extort one of the highest ranking Immortals in the world, Roy. For money, of all things. Don’t you realise? These people know far more than you could possibly ever hope to know and yet you still tried to pull a move like that? You’re lucky you’re not dead.’
Royal frowned. ‘Wait, he shot me? Then why am I…’
Royal’s voice trailed off as his mind put the pieces together.
‘That’s right,’ Llan confirmed, sadly. ‘You’re an Immortal. Now the problems with the Inquisitor, the problems we all face, they belong to you, too.’
‘Shit.’
