Long lost projects of creative writings...

(The Raven is just because a post without a picture seems a bit forlorn!)

The text in my banner says art and creative writing...

I have been wondering whether I would be brave enough to show any of my writing here - the thought is quite a terrifying one!

Over the course of about eight years on and off I slowly taught myself about writing. I have a passion for language and ancient literature, especially the rhythms of anglo-saxon metre and the way they would craft the sounds within the language... So in fits and starts I wrote a fair quantity of my own Tolkien-esque fantasy. I doubt these old projects will ever get finished or see the light of day, I haven't worked on them at all since having children and it would all need serious reworking (or scrapping!)

I would have loved to have done a creative arts course or even just creative writing, but never have, so have never had any real guidance or objective critisism outside of immediate family.
In fact my main source of constructive critism was my poor long suffering husband who doesn't like my writing at all and is dyslexic - he always found it too over descriptive and heavy going!
I think if I do come back to writing for adults, I'm probebly better suited to short stories or prose-poetry. My unfinished 'novels' if I ever dared to call them such a thing, just kept getting bigger and bigger, and the plots too convoluted and it all got beyond me!

Anyway, enough stalling! Although I struggled to rein in my plots, the parts of the writing I loved doing and still love, were the descriptive passages that moved across time and season, transitions of twilight and sunrise, the interactions of elemental forces...
So I thought I'd very tentatively throw a few out there that work out of context to show you how I write and see what thoughts if any you might have...

Here are the first few lines of a prologue...

A breath of time.
The quickening of Skysong, ceaseless, unbound
The long primal earthcry of Mountain, of rock
Storm, the grief of the land, the voice
Unheard through the blizzard’s rage

Twixt earth and sky a green and voiceless wind rides the night, a whisper of all it has known, beckoning the tree that yearns at its roots, meandering through stone, rising to the cold flanks of Mountain that ring with power.
Turning from those grim grey entities of rock and ice, the fickle wind challenges the sky, a moonsome shout beneath the cryptic mazing of stars that splinter their mysteries to darkness...


And here a couple of transitionary passages...


… The forest breathed the snows, the Mountain bore the blizzard, hawk and hare journeyed the darksome shades of winter. The gales perished towards the dawn of summer...

And...


… The bitter winter wrung out its storms, swept back its whirling cloak of ice to relinquish the land to life once more, only to leap roaring from the north as the forest turned to blood, eager to strangle away the green to another season’s sorrows.
Such was the eternal battle and all the land the battleground to suffer the rage of polar blizzard and spring flood, while sun nurtured the land and strove summer long to heal the wounds of winter.
The long turnings of many skies passed, and passed again, revolving around the silently shrieking crater of Modhrin. The Mountain sharpened itself against the sky, unheeding as the forest crept struggling further up its ragged flanks into wind and bitter hardship. The Twin Moons fought and died, fought and died, reborn from starvation again and yet again, as the wild elder clans watched for omens in the night.

That'll do for now! I am feeling rather nervous about this post and whether or not its such a good idea, but if I get brave enough I might post some more complete excerpts next time. I'd be interested in your thoughts, good or bad... Please feel free to comment freely!


(These writings are my personal original work. Please respect my copyright, thankyou!)