The story begins

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Ninny Rhino – the Mini WriMo – day 18

It was really wonderful, the other day, to sit here in my chair writing. It was thrilling to experience the story growing, hatching somewhere within me, and then pouring down through my fingers. I used Scrivener. The first story written in this recent upgrade of Scrivener, and a story never written before. All is new, one could say. A fitting start after all these years with a burn-out.

I called it “The Lunar Eclipse”. Not a particularly fancy name, rather obvious actually, but also quite adequate. There is something peculiar about that eclipse, so it will be present in the story more than once.

My intention when I started to write, was to create a short text. After all, I haven’t written any new story, neither short nor long, for several years. I’ve been working on one of my novels now and then though, that really needed a freshen up, but that’s quite a different issue, isn’t it? And not even half as fun.

I had also a couple of thoughts about what the story would be like. A couple of why’s and a couple of how’s. What was driving the main character to do what she (or he?) had done and is about to do. What will happen along the road? It didn’t turn out as planned. Soon enough the story started to live a life of its own (as usual), and I just loved that (as usual)!

There are still some of those seeds and intents left there, but instead of just a really short Short story, it seems like it has the potential of being something more. And I actually long for continuing writing. If not for anything else, at least so I will know what happens next. And next…

I chose to write in the present tense since I like that form and it will do well considering the “I” is telling the story. Not exactly as a narrator, but the point of view will (probably) remain in the main characters head. I know this will call for some extra attention from my part, but this isn’t the first time I chose this form. Though, so far, only in short stories. However, a challenge like this might very well be really fun.

I’m so happy that stories still can come through me, and if it hadn’t been for Diana’s March speculative fiction prompt, I might not have written anything at all. Or at least it would have taken a lot more time before I managed to force myself even to try.

 

The Lunar Eclipse

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Ninny Rhino – the Mini WriMo – day 16

Lovely Diana Wallace Peach at Myths of the Mirror, has these Speculative Fiction Prompts once a month. I got tempted to join, and here is my contribution for March!

This is the first time ever, I write a story in a language other than my native one. I aimed for a short, short story, but got caught. It rather seems like a beginning of something!
– So, now let’s see how it goes! 

The Lunar Eclipse

I wake up shivering immensely. Still with my eyes closed, I lay my hand over my hearts. They are both beating. A bit vague and uneven, but enough to ensure me I’m still alive. I take a deep breath. The air is cold but clean and pleasant.

I open my eyes. Above me linger stars on a black background, and a faint light dwells from somewhere beyond. Around me are huge buildings, and I realize I am lying on sand. Icy cold sand. Slowly I rise to my feet. My head is pounding.

Scattered around me lies the transporting device. In thousands of pieces as it seems. No wonder I feel like a huge bruise, but a couple more than usual don’t seem like a big issue. After all, being here, where-ever this ”here” is, is a lot better than…
I don’t let that thought go further.

Where am I? How far have I been journeying? My head fills with thousands of questions. It’s obvious, this isn’t my intended destination. I gaze at the stars but can’t recognize any of the constellations. A wave of dizziness passes through me.

A bit feebly, I walk along the street and soon reach the corner. I turn and once again lift my eyes to the sky. A full lunar eclipse, the most fascinating I’ve ever seen, and I can see an entire universe behind. I stay in a maze for a long time.

I need to leave. To find water most of all. But also to find friendly people. This is a huge city, but it’s dead. I realize that. No sounds. No lights. No nothing. The streets are covered with sand and I see dunes that indicate rather fierce storms. I listen and I sniff the air, but nothing tells me a storm is near now. The only thing my senses tell me, is that the city has been dead for a very long time.
Then I turn around and start walking.

After what feels like ages, though my wristwatch tells me it has been just half an hour, I reach the outskirts of the city. In front of my eyes, a desert stretches out in the dusk, like the shadow of a hawk over its prey. Occasional bushes are spotted over the landscape, and I hope some of them hide a water supply. In the faraway horizon a mountain ridge is stretched out like a dead dinosaur. I throw a quick glance back on the city and the awkward lunar eclipse. I just can’t understand! Something is wrong, but what?

I’ve lost most of my belongings. In one of my pockets I find a small pen knife carved with my initials. JC. In the other a small box with safety matches. In my backpack there is a carton with biscuits and an empty water bottle, but that’s all. I recall having drunk that water sometime during the flight and never refilled the bottle. Stupid me. There are also a lot of holes in the backpack. Due to the crash, I guess. Not worth the while to be upset over what is. After all, I’m alive and walking.
The odd thing is, the lunar eclipse is still there! Exactly the same!

I find a small, almost round and fairly smooth stone, rinse it as thoroughly I can with my t-shirt, and then put it in my mouth. I suck it for a while and my throat doesn’t feel as dry any longer, and I manage to keep on walking. I aim for the largest bush I can see that isn’t too far away. I pray quietly for drinkable water.
Only about ten minutes later I reach the bush, and explore the closest possibilities to find some water. And I’m in luck! After digging away the sand like a dog at a couple of spots, I find moist earth and with the help of my penknife, I dig further down. Sweat is pouring down my forehead, and I can hardly see what I’m doing but I keep on struggling. I just got to get some water.

”What are you doing?”
The harsh voice startles me like nearby lightning in broad daylight.
”Do you think you’re a rabbit or something? You won’t find water there. Not enough anyway.”
In less than a second I’ve been dragged up in the open, and am standing on my own feet, panting and frightened. In front of me stands an old man with wild hair and a bushy beard. He grins at me, and hands over a bottle.
”Drink!” he says hoarsely.
I hesitate for just a few seconds before I drink, and may God forgive me, but this is the fucking best water I’ve ever had.

”You’re a tiny little one”, he says. ”Got a name?”
”JC”, I say reluctantly.”
”Jaycee? Is that supposed to be a name?”
”Well… kind of…”
”Okay, Jaycee. I’m Bill! Just Bill!”
He looks straight into my eyes while grabbing my right hand with both his, and holds it tight for a moment. They are huge, warm and rough.

”SO!” he grunts. ”Who are you, besides a Jaycee. Where do you come from and where are you heading?”
”I… I don’t know.”
”You don’t know who you are?” His eyes burn into mine.
”No no… I know who I am! But I don’t know where I came from… not exactly… there was some kind of accident, and somehow I landed over there. In the city.”
I turn and point backward. The city is no more than a silhouette in the dusk.
”Aha. An accident you say. Maybe it was that explosion I heard earlier today. You’re lucky to be alive then, I must say.”
He pauses for a while, then continuous.
”And you’re heading?”
”I… I don’t know. Just to find…something! Someone!”
I start to cry and I hate myself for it. It’s so girly. I don’t want to be a girl.

He looks at me and then he points at the city.
”It’s dead.”
”I know.”
”I reckon you do… but do you also know that the time is dead?”
I just stare at him. Is he crazy?
”Yes, also the time is dead. It’s that eclipse! It has taken over the city. It’s like a disease that finally kills. And it’s spreading. Did you stay there long?”
”No, I don’t think so.”
”Hope you’re right. Now let’s go.”
”Where?”
”As far away as possible from that city and the Lunar Eclipse.”

Odd Poetry

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Ninny Rhino – the Mini-WriMo – day 13

Of course I’ve written poetry
from time to time

like all of us
who live with words in our heads
and a pen in the hand

though nowadays
perhaps an iPhone is the tool
or another electronic device
which is handy and
simple to move

but I never bother
about hexameter
and such
and never could write
a sonnet

I’ve more of a prosodic mind
following the rhythm
and occasionally add
a misfitted rhyme

Monday evening – and Ninny Rhino

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We have had terrible weather this weekend. Maybe I exaggerate a bit, but it has been some really fierce winds. Storm, when worst. Friday was at least sunny so the fact I had to go out on my bike, wasn’t that bad after all. Was lucky too, didn’t have the wind totally against me.

Saturday, on the contrary, offered not only storm gusts, but also rain. I stayed indoors the entire day.

I let the vacuum cleaner chase dust rats, I did the dishes – but mostly I was watching old episodes of Dr Who and doing solitaires on the iPad. Napping, of course. I do a lot of napping nowadays. Sunday, the weather had cleared up a bit, and I went for a short bike-ride. Only 8,3 kilometer. Bought bananas too…

I confess! I haven’t written a word since the last blog post! But I have continued to clean up among files and folders. It’s crazy how many copies, and copies of copies, there are on the hard drive. Still not finished that work, but slowly getting at least some order in the mess.

Today, I had an appointment with my physiotherapist before lunch, and late afternoon I paid a visit to the painting-study-group. At least I, could need a bit of proper “studying”.

On the other hand, I think painting is really fun to occupy myself with; but it is painting with words, that is my real vocation.

The colorful one

Despite the fact a 7-year-old can paint better than I, the colorful woman I did the last time, now has got a sister.
The “teacher” didn’t say much. Just asked if I had copied some image of a sort. “No”, I answered, and realized he had totally forgotten about my colorful other.

Then he left me, and I kept on struggling with painting lips.

The sister. A bit more… punky! Ey? I wonder why I painted those red thingies on both sides of her… ??? I mean – the thingies in her hair, are supposed to be there. But the other ones???

As I said – a 7-year-old could do this better, but…

I. Don’t. Care!!!

… a girl just got to have fun…

Apropos the Ninny Rhino! I’ve decided to extend my commitment for the entire March, not only 9 days. I know I haven’t actually written anything, but it makes me land in a writer-mood. I’ve began longing for writing something more than occasional blog posts.

There is this prompt for March month that Diana Wallace Peach at Myths of the Mirror has on her blog. And I’m really tempted to join in.

Computing

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Also the 6th day of 9 of Ninny Rhino. Though it is still early in the morning and I am still in bed.

Spent way too many hours yesterday sitting at my desk in front of my Laptop. The Rhino 🦏 and the new Scrivener triggered an urge to get it all neat and tidy among my endlessly amount of files and folders with writing stuff. It’s quite frightening how many copies and versions I have of everything.

I can hardly see the woods for all the trees! If you catch my drift…

So I have been moving files, and deleting files, and searched for what I have from different angles. Very tiring but also very satisfying to do so. Still, I have loads left to maintain.

Today though, I’ll be with friends both during forenoon and afternoon. I love ❤️ my Thursdays!

But after dinner, this evening, I’ll most likely be seated at my desk in front of my laptop again. Or maybe in the sofa.

Funny Rhino – day 4 of 9

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Feel like I’ve done next to nothing today. Fell asleep late last night, woke up early. Biked to my grandson – in the rain, picked him up, put him in the car, drove him to the doctor. He have had a nasty sore throat and been sick for a week.

Then I drove him home again, continued to the pharmacy, bought coughing syrup, pain killers, Vitamin C and such, drove back – he was fairly okay…

Biked home in the rain…

Had a late second breakfast, did nothing for a while, fell asleep in the sofa for two hours….

Then it was almost the middle of the afternoon.

. . . . . . . . . .

Computer time! (For... like... the rest of the day. Almost... )

Had in mind to update my Scrivener to version 3.

BUT!

Haven’t the same mail address as I had when I bought version 2 in 2013.

So…..

I had to do something about that, otherwise I couldn’t get version 3 to the reduced price. I would have to buy a totally new – to almost twice the cost. (45 US dollars instead of 25)

Wouldn’t want to do that, would I?

Mailed Literature & Latte. To the update/info address.
Automatic message – they had loads of emails from people who asked about Scrivener. Should mail me back as soon as possible. (When? In two days? Next week?)

Browsed the L&L site, tested the button BUY!!!!!

A note appeared: if you have changed address, please contact us on sales…..
(With a faulty address, you can’t get the reduced-price-update.)
(Oh! Sorry! I’ve already stated that…)

Mailed!
A similar automatic message appeared and I prepared myself to get some help in one or two days… maybe…

Suddenly there was the mail !!! From some Astrid !!! Thought at first the mail was a hoax. But it wasn’t.

She had changed my old mail address to my present one, but told me to wait before trying to buy and download. It would take a while before all the necessary changes in the system had landed.

Evening. I tried to buy and download for the second time and now I got all I needed. The download, the registration number… everything I needed to get the NEW Scrivener!

And from there on, all was as easy as eating peanuts, roasted and salted.

 

And I finally managed to write something as well...

 

 

Oh! My! God!

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This new blank page, totally empty – and demanding – it’s scary like hell…

“Now, now! Be strong, Thêa! You know you can do it!”

“I know… but… still scared…”

“See it for what it is, an old, untrue belief, then put it away.
Say: I’m good at this! I can do it!”

“Okay!
I’m good at this!
I can do it!
I’m good at this!
I can do it!
I’m good at this!
I can do it!
I can!”