Never Fall Back to Back Ups.

Following our dreams leads to innovation, which is the life blood of this country

I am going to become an storyteller.  I have no other plans outside of becoming a story teller.  Everything I do is all for this one goal.  I have no back up plan, I do not plan on becoming anything but an author.  If I fail at that, I have nothing else to work towards.  I have no career to go to, no aim in my studies, nothing, and I love it.

MINE-part 1

First off, let me just say, I don’t know if I believe in ghosts.  Sometimes I do, sometimes I don’t.  I love science, and it doesn’t really seem possible, but I like to believe that there are things that happen in this world, that we just can’t seem to explain.

With that out of the way, I want to write about some seriously fucked up shit that’s been going on.

Some backstory, there is this ‘ghost’ that follows my two best friends, and I around.  I say ghost, but in all reality it could be more than one, or just us tagging that word onto things we can’t really explain.  This ghost, largely lived in my parent’s house, jumping from person to person every so often.  We never cared, because it never really did anything mean spirited to us.

Connecting Stories Across Time

Some make the connections better than others.

Can’t write too long on here today, I have to write some more of my novel, and it’s my friend’s birthday, but I figured I could put down a little something.

My Novel, AerinWorld(working title), juggles four perspectives, each happening in a different time period, in different civilizations, e.g. Darium lives 100 years before Galath, in the swamps of Parút, hundreds of miles away from Galath’s small village.

The problem, then, is to make readers read it as one novel, not an anthology of short stories.  This gave me the most headaches in outlining, because it all felt a bit disconnected.  If I notice it’s disconnected, my readers surely will, so I went to the drawing board, and edited each character’s life, so it better fit with the others.

The First Draft of The Darium Arc!

This is the first draft of the first chapter of one of my character’s in my novel.  It is extremely rough, and everything written here is subject to change.  If you have any questions, feel free to leave a comment or something, and I will reply.  All of the following is copyrighted by Alexander Howard-Fuller, and you are required to receive my permission before posting it somewhere else.  Let me know what you think!

Darium Arc

017 U.D.

Darium pulled his bowstring to his cheek, sighting the small bird perched in its nest, fifteen yards away.  An easy kill, but Darium enjoyed creating challenges for easy prey such as this.  His goal for this one was to get it right in the eye, but only with enough force to barely pierce the brain.  He didn’t want to turn the most delicious part of game to mush.

He breathed through his nose, which was situated above his eyes.  He closed his nostrils, and let small breaths escape through his mouth.  Counter-intuitive, he knew, but years of hunting had showed him that what the elders taught didn’t work for all.