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A short story started falling from my fingertips this afternoon and this is what I have got down of it so far. (hidden inspiration aside, I'm very excited to write this story)
Concerns so far
1) Info-dumping. surprise surprise that I would be worried about that when we are talking about it over in GW.
a) I went with the "put it in dialog" trick rather then adding in the back mythology of the story.
b) I dont feel the village Elder's "well, you have to save the world. good luck" quite fits the bill of 'only tell 'em what they need to know' I feel I should add more in there, but dont want it to get info-dump-y
c) could you guess that Poem is the ferret, and Song is the falcon in time to not have confusion over it? or should I come out and say it sooner?
2) as ever, spelling and grammar.
a) specifically paragraphing. I have heard that new paragraphs are good when action changes, but should never be less then one sentence. And that I shouldn't include action and dialog in the same paragraph. I spent ten minuets just making and unmaking paragraphs and for this post up went with what made sense to me, sure I had broken all the paragraphing rules except the one that there should be some.
b) dialog grammar. I know there have been some threads up recently but I haven't checked them yet, if I broke rules that are stated there I'm sorry and I will head over there sometime after I move and get my life unpacked but right now "life. blarg." is kind of how I'm feeling (sorry that sounds so excuse-y to me, but I really do plan on getting over to view those threads whether I broke the rules or not)
c) homonyms. hey at least I'm getting to know my weak spots, that's a step in the right direction... (blarg more excuse-y-ness)
3) starting the story by just tossing you into the middle of the beginning. I know that I shouldn't start before the beginning, but what I don't know is; would you like a sentence or two before the village elder starts speaking to maybe set the stage? or did you like that i just dropped you in the deep end of the pool and expected you to start swimming.
4) anything else you would like to add.
“Candle, come here please.” the village Elder said from her door.
“Right away” Candle replied as she set down her practice bow.
Then waving farewell to her friends she ran across the village square to the Elders hut. Slipping off her braided sandals she quietly stepped inside.
Immediately the earthy fragrances of herbs filled her with calm excitement. Candle loved gathering and preserving the roots, leaves, and flowers the Elder asked her to gather and soon she would start learning how to use them to heal wounds and calm angry spirits. All the objects before her had become familiar looking over the past few years and she had even been shown how to use a few of them. The Village Elder had become her friend as well as her mentor since she had been apprenticed for trying to heal a falcon with a broken wing, right after finding the ferret who’s spray was not noxious, but numbing. These two animals had become her companions and the Elder had taken her in.
“How well do you remember the stories I tell the small children? About the Princess with the Broken Heart Bow?” the Elder’s clear blue eyes were fixed on the fire between them and Candle began to wonder if she was going to be taught how to make fire dance, the way the story tellers did to conjure pictures of their tales.
“Not well enough to recite it. Just that after braving great danger with the bow she had it broken up so that no one could ever use it for evil, and her animal friends took the pieces of her broken heart across the world and hid them.” Candle knew she had not told the story right, and wondered why the Elder had asked her, since she had never been very attentive to the old stories. They were after all, just tales told to children by the fireside.
“That is well enough for now. I need you to go and find the pieces of the bow and bring them back here. A great evil is on its way, and we will have need of your strength and that bow before you return.” The old woman’s eyes locked on Candle’s and there was pain and determination in their conviction that only this child could save the people she had spent her life protecting. “Take Song and Poem with you, you will have need of their gifts and guidance along the way. Your totem came to me early this morning and told me of the danger and your quest. He said he would meet you along the way and I was not to tell you more then that. He wants to reveal himself to you in his own way and time, and I am not one to argue with the spirits.” With these words of parting the elder handed Candle a carry sack of provisions and tools. “Follow Poems trail into the forest, let Song guide your heart, and watch out for bogs. I’m sorry I cant be more help than that, but you must go and go now. Your totem said I would have to hold the evil off until you return, so I must begin making preparations for its arrival.”
Candle gave the Elder a swift hug, shouldered the pack, and ran to get her bow before she could think about the impossibility of the task she had been given. She saw ferret tracks near where she had dropped her bow, recognized them as Poem’s, and followed them out into the forest.
Concerns so far
1) Info-dumping. surprise surprise that I would be worried about that when we are talking about it over in GW.
a) I went with the "put it in dialog" trick rather then adding in the back mythology of the story.
b) I dont feel the village Elder's "well, you have to save the world. good luck" quite fits the bill of 'only tell 'em what they need to know' I feel I should add more in there, but dont want it to get info-dump-y
c) could you guess that Poem is the ferret, and Song is the falcon in time to not have confusion over it? or should I come out and say it sooner?
2) as ever, spelling and grammar.
a) specifically paragraphing. I have heard that new paragraphs are good when action changes, but should never be less then one sentence. And that I shouldn't include action and dialog in the same paragraph. I spent ten minuets just making and unmaking paragraphs and for this post up went with what made sense to me, sure I had broken all the paragraphing rules except the one that there should be some.
b) dialog grammar. I know there have been some threads up recently but I haven't checked them yet, if I broke rules that are stated there I'm sorry and I will head over there sometime after I move and get my life unpacked but right now "life. blarg." is kind of how I'm feeling (sorry that sounds so excuse-y to me, but I really do plan on getting over to view those threads whether I broke the rules or not)
c) homonyms. hey at least I'm getting to know my weak spots, that's a step in the right direction... (blarg more excuse-y-ness)
3) starting the story by just tossing you into the middle of the beginning. I know that I shouldn't start before the beginning, but what I don't know is; would you like a sentence or two before the village elder starts speaking to maybe set the stage? or did you like that i just dropped you in the deep end of the pool and expected you to start swimming.
4) anything else you would like to add.
Working Title; Candle and the Broken Heart Bow
“Candle, come here please.” the village Elder said from her door.
“Right away” Candle replied as she set down her practice bow.
Then waving farewell to her friends she ran across the village square to the Elders hut. Slipping off her braided sandals she quietly stepped inside.
Immediately the earthy fragrances of herbs filled her with calm excitement. Candle loved gathering and preserving the roots, leaves, and flowers the Elder asked her to gather and soon she would start learning how to use them to heal wounds and calm angry spirits. All the objects before her had become familiar looking over the past few years and she had even been shown how to use a few of them. The Village Elder had become her friend as well as her mentor since she had been apprenticed for trying to heal a falcon with a broken wing, right after finding the ferret who’s spray was not noxious, but numbing. These two animals had become her companions and the Elder had taken her in.
“How well do you remember the stories I tell the small children? About the Princess with the Broken Heart Bow?” the Elder’s clear blue eyes were fixed on the fire between them and Candle began to wonder if she was going to be taught how to make fire dance, the way the story tellers did to conjure pictures of their tales.
“Not well enough to recite it. Just that after braving great danger with the bow she had it broken up so that no one could ever use it for evil, and her animal friends took the pieces of her broken heart across the world and hid them.” Candle knew she had not told the story right, and wondered why the Elder had asked her, since she had never been very attentive to the old stories. They were after all, just tales told to children by the fireside.
“That is well enough for now. I need you to go and find the pieces of the bow and bring them back here. A great evil is on its way, and we will have need of your strength and that bow before you return.” The old woman’s eyes locked on Candle’s and there was pain and determination in their conviction that only this child could save the people she had spent her life protecting. “Take Song and Poem with you, you will have need of their gifts and guidance along the way. Your totem came to me early this morning and told me of the danger and your quest. He said he would meet you along the way and I was not to tell you more then that. He wants to reveal himself to you in his own way and time, and I am not one to argue with the spirits.” With these words of parting the elder handed Candle a carry sack of provisions and tools. “Follow Poems trail into the forest, let Song guide your heart, and watch out for bogs. I’m sorry I cant be more help than that, but you must go and go now. Your totem said I would have to hold the evil off until you return, so I must begin making preparations for its arrival.”
Candle gave the Elder a swift hug, shouldered the pack, and ran to get her bow before she could think about the impossibility of the task she had been given. She saw ferret tracks near where she had dropped her bow, recognized them as Poem’s, and followed them out into the forest.