Anyway. Where was I going with this?
So remember how I completely flipped my story on its head right before NaNo? Well, a teensy bit of plot has shown its face so YESSS, NOW IT ACTUALLY DOESN'T FEEL LIKE I'M DROWNING. (I'm merely treading water at this point. The drowning will probably come later when I reach 9736 plot holes.) My story is still a completely bizarre/random/nonsensical thing, but at least I kinda know where I'm going with it? And I don't hate it so...YAY.
Actually, I'm rather adoring it right now. The characters are turning out to be adorable little cinnamon rolls, as Cait from Paper Fury so eloquently dubs favorite characters of hers. ;) They all decided to revolt against me, though, so it's been rather difficult to corral them. (It's quite annoying when you begin to like characters that aren't supposed to be likable. I mean, really, guys? Can you not be so deliciously irresistible?)
My story has gone like every direction except the one I thought it would go. IT'S BEEN CRAZY. There have been lots of peculiar creatures popping out of nowhere. Very rude. I still have no idea what genre I would classify this under? Because there are pirates and pistols but also dragons and glitter-throwing sprites. DO NOT ASK. This is what happens when I have zero plans. :P
I fell behind and didn't get any writing done on Sunday and Monday because of Fourth of July craziness. BUT I am starting to get back on track and actually crested the 7k mark! SO YAY! That brings my Word document up to 17 pages. :D
Welp, that's a bit of an update on my progress. The first few days were really rough because of stress, lack of plans, and just general animosity towards my story. (It was being a petulant child and not behaving until I started threatening it with late-night writing sessions.) Fortunately, I finally let myself loose and just had fun with my story. I stopped worrying about all the plot holes and character inconsistencies and just wrote. AND NOW I LOVE MEH BABY BOOK.
So. Do you want to see some snippets of my work? It's probably really horrible, but I honestly don't care. If you guys absolutely loathe it, I'll just keep shoving it down your throat until you learn to like it. *laughs evilly*
When they reached the door to the castle, Lieutenant Bradshaw knocked sharply before stepping back and staring at the entrance.
A full minute passed without anything happening. Charlotte glanced at her companion. “Is anything supposed to happen?” she whispered.
He moved a finger to his lips in an attempt to shush her. “It depends what mood Aryon is in.”
“The butler. He’s rather moody.”
Charlotte huffed. “Well, I’m not waiting for him to answer.” She reared back her fist to bang on the door, but Lieutenant Bradshaw intervened.
He grabbed her wrist and pulled her arm back before her fist could make contact. “No, please don’t do that!” he whisper-shouted.
She wrenched her arm out of his grip and glared. “Whatever for? It’s his job to answer the door, isn’t it?”
“Technically, yes, but I’m not quite certain he’s gotten the idea yet.”
There was no reply. He just fixed his unnerving stare on her again.
The massive door suddenly opened with a loud bang. Charlotte screamed and stumbled backwards a step as Lieutenant Bradshaw reached out to steady her.
In front of the door was a little squirrel. No larger than a teapot, it looked up at the visitors with beady eyes. Its fluffy tail twitched violently as it continued to scrutinize them, seemingly aggravated.
“What are you doing here?” the squirrel demanded. Charlotte was surprised to hear that its voice was actually quite deep, despite its small stature.
The Lieutenant bowed deeply and motioned for Charlotte to do the same. “Sorry to disturb you, master nutsman, but Miss Davidson has been invited by his Regency to the annual festivities.”
His button nose sniffed rapidly as he scooted towards Charlotte. She barely concealed the urge to squirm as his whiskers brushed her foot.
The rodent suddenly darted back inside the safety of the castle. His deep voice echoed from somewhere inside the shadows of the cavernous building. “You may enter.”Charlotte cast a befuddled glance at Lieutenant Bradshaw. He simply nodded and prodded her forward. Cautiously, she took a step into the darkness.
The Lieutenant just winked. “It’s all part of the Royal City, love. If this is too eccentric for you, I highly suggest you refrain from attending the ball. Things only get odder the more you see of his Regency’s palace.”
Perplexed and more than slightly annoyed, Charlotte frowned at him. Sure, she had heard stories about the mad ruler of the Royal City, but she had expected them to be exaggerated, as most tales usually are. She didn’t really expect him to have rodents running the place.
She kept herself from groaning…barely. Altering her voice to a biting tone, she said, “Well, in that case, I hope there’s a natural disaster in the next twenty-four hours.”
His smile faltering, he quickly made his escape, neglecting to bow in his hurry.
Charlotte finally let out the groan she was holding back. I’m stuck in a madman’s palace and have an irritating flirt on my heels. Perfect.
“Do you think this place is…well, a bit out of the normal?”
He smirked. “Miss Davidson, there are two things you must know about the Royal City. One, everything is out of the normal. And two, no one ever thinks anything of it.”
His stomach suddenly dropped as Brickle lowered her wings and began to free-fall. James sucked in a gasp of air, fighting the urge to scream. The mist quickly cleared, and a landing platform came into view, growing rapidly closer.
Panic began to seize James when Brickle kept falling, not slowing down at all. He opened his mouth to shout, but the air was snatched from his lungs by the brutal whirlwind. He squeezed his eyes shut and clamped his fists tighter around the thick leather reins.
Brickle pulled up a split second later. James’s stomach reversed course, and he gulped for air. His head spun as the dragon floated the rest of the way downward to the platform. Brickle flapped her leathery wings a few extra times and gently settled on the grassy terrain.
James massaged his temples, squinting in pain. “You could’ve at least given me a little warning.”
A plume of smoke escaped Brickle’s nostrils. “Serves you right for getting your germs all over my freshly polished scales.”
“Germs?” James rubbed his temples one more time before rolling his eyes. “You know what, I should’ve remembered. You’re the only germaphobic dragon in the universe, and it’s my luck that I get to ride you.”
“Did he now?” Brickle appeared uninterested. She was clawing the sod with her long talons, making some sort of design in the grass.
“Do you even care what I’m saying?”
James crossed his arms and frowned. “Ever the encourager, aren’t you?”
Brickle smiled toothily then. “I do try.”
Welllllll...that got a little out of hand. Hopefully you guys didn't die of boredom. But seriously. WHAT DID YOU THINK??? Was it as awful as you imagined? (Or worse? ;D)
Okay, I'm dying mentally right now so GOOD NIGHT, PEOPLE. *drops mic*