Tuesday, November 30, 2010

Thankful (BBT)

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It’s Thanksgiving here in the U.S. of A. so … What authors and books are you most thankful for?

Mildred A. Wirt-Benson, the author of the first 25-original Nancy Drew Yellowbacks, the very first mystery books I ever read. Sir Arthur Conan Doyle--for being a writer and not a doctor and giving the world Sherlock Holmes. Dee Henderson for creating an amazing world of action, mystery and truth in her O'Malley series--she proved that having multiple characters from the same family worked out just fine. Nancy Rue--for writing amazing books for young women without writing down or at them. Frances Hodgeson Burnett--for writing my top three favorite books of all time, A Lady of Quality, The Secret Garden and The Little Princess. Amazing writers and amazing books, I am thankful they shared their talents and hearts with us through the words they wrote. Happy Thanksgiving!

~Sara
p.s. Yes, this post is late...but I'm still thankful!

Breathe (Short Fiction)

Author's Ramblings: Had another one of these "snippet" moments and figured I'd go ahead and post it. btw, congrats to all who finished NaNo-this was the last day and you did it! Awesome-ness!

by artist Jody Uttal. Her work is beautiful!


Sometimes it hurts to breathe. To watch you see, with eyes that I cannot know. To look beyond the whitened blue and see a fairytale on clouds brand-new. I do not have to understand, I just want to hold your hand.
To walk beside you—where the dreams play. I will stand by you as the morning fades to grey. I will walk with you while night turns into day. I want to be your shadow, I want to be your echo, but somewhere in the midst of it, I just want to be you.
Sometimes it hurts to breathe, when I know that you are me. I see myself in every expression that dances across your face. I want to hold a hand that is somewhere in the future. I want to understand, the real life-sized picture.
You are myself in a moonlit dream. You are the fairy that I’ve been. You are spirited away on the fields of my imagination, nestled in the dreams of definition. I know you feel my own heartache, I know I’ve watched your own heart break. Yet somehow in the absence of this light, you are reaching, stretching upwards, to touch a light of golden glass. You are more than I scrape together the courage to free.
When it hurts to breathe, I live, because the pain is true to me. When I see your smile I laugh, because I know it is for real. Somewhere in the past I’ve changed, somewhere in the future I begin again. In this present gift of now, I want to know you. I want to draw on that strength I cannot yet know.
It is a fresh breath of an autumnal spring, a rainy day of pleasant things. I know I am asleep, I know I am awake. I know somewhere there is no mistake, in this dream I am living, this dream I am seeing, someone is waiting for me.
From the darkest part of my despairing heart, I know there is a rainbow. It is in greyscale and the colors are afraid to show their names. I see their shadows on the wall. I know can hear their whispered call. If I step away from the empty place, will I find a future full of grace?
This is a beautiful dream. I do not know what it could mean. I know it is a special gift, to  treasure and uplift. I do not have to understand. I do not have to make it mine. I just have to walk beside, the One who’s holding me.
In the palm of His big hand, I am strong enough to stand. In the warmth of His great smile, I know that I can breathe. I can feel Him fill this need, His strength will now succeed.  As I watch you run before me, I know I am running too, because somewhere in this mystery. I know that I am you.
© Sara Harricharan

Sunday, November 28, 2010

NaNo Day 27: 2010 Updates!

I did it!

Finally hit my 100k tonight and can now go to bed and focus on reality tomorrow.

Maybe. LOL.


This month has been ridiculous, but fun nonetheless and I'm glad to be able to post a "final" word count of sorts, to let y'all know that I made it through. I wasn't just bluffing or whining or talking about it, I did actually do it. While I didn't get to document it, I did finish and I've got quite a few pages to prove it. Thanks to all who kept cheering me on and encouraging me through this wonderful experience. I look forward to it every year and I'm glad I kept up with it in spite of all the ridiculousness that life simply throws at you when you're trying to do something for yourself. ^_^

The story still has some ways to go, I'll let you know what's going to happen with that as soon as I figure it out for myself. Thanksgiving was a wonderful family holiday for me-and I'll sum it up by saying I am very Thankful that I was able to participate in NaNo. It has shown me a few more things to be thankful for in life and reality. I think that's a good note to end this rambly post on.

Happy Nanoing to all of you cramming in your last words--you can do it! Trust me on this, you really can. I'm cheering for ya! ^_^

~Sara

NaNo Day 27 : 2010

The official word count for today is 101,440. Stop by the Scarlet blog for an update.

Sunday, November 21, 2010

Updates!

Find updates @ Sara's blogs this week:

Drowning/Short Fiction/Friday Fiction Category @ Fiction Fusion



Excerpt from Blood Library, current NaNo WIP @ In Shades of Scarlet Blog

Happy reading!

NaNo Day 20 : 2010 Updates

It's day 21! Yay! Well, 20, but technically the 21st, since it's about past 1 AM and I shouldn't be sleeptyping. Well, the excerpt is finally up. I'm not particularly thrilled with it, but I do like the tone-shift it gave me for the novel's current direction. So, with a salute to my current word count. (I'm on track enough to skip the days I'll have papers n' stuff due), yay me!  :P

So on a happy note, here is my long-awaited excerpt, which, technically should be all in italics, as they are Irisa's thoughts, but I figured it'd be a bit tricky on the eyes, so image the nice, curvy slants on the letters, okay? And yes, current word count is all the way down at the bottom of the post. ^_^


Author's Note: This is Christian Fantasy, but it does not mean it is a"happy-fluffy-go-lucky" kind of story. If that is what you are expecting, please find something else to read. This is an opening snippet from the main character, Irisa's mind, in the beginning of the story. She is locked inside a room and thinking about her life. Thank you for reading!  :-)
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When a writer stops writing, do they go mad straightaway or does it dribble off day by day? I have always been terrified to know the answer to that question. Perhaps that is why I cannot stand to have my hands sitting idle. I think my head would explode if I were ever to stop writing.

I like to write about people. I like to give them names so I can remember their faces. I always have trouble remembering faces, but I never forget a name. My mind must be like a strainer, only the names stay inside and everything else trickles through.

Empty faces. Meaningless names. Sometimes I think I will go mad, even if my hands are busy moving. I cannot shake the memories of faceless people with such names. It would be the very worst thing in the universe to be nameless.

At least, that’s what I think.

Though the one I work for is nameless by choice, my heart calls him Julius, so Julius he is. I cannot function if I do not name him. But I do not think that he appreciates my heart-name and yet I do not care either. He has told me that is not his name, but I pretend to be deaf. I act as if I cannot hear him, because if I did, I might hurt him.

That would not be good, yes?

One of these days, I will know his name and when I do, I’ll use it to finish his book. I will finish his book with words he will never forget. I will make him hurt for the lives he has taken and the ones he will continue to take, lest he be dead when I alter his life.
If he is, I think I just might call it back.



What kind of a monster does that make me?

He thinks I am stupid and that I am neither counting nor keeping track. But I am. I have worked for this monster for nearly fifty-years of the centuries I have to my name.

I am nowhere near half as dense as he wishes I was.

I am nowhere near as harmless. I am so dangerous I could scare myself if I tried. It pains me to see a man such as him in a position where he can freely abuse the power that is bestowed upon him because of his social rank. It bothers me in many ways, but yet I stay here and do as I am told.

Sometimes I think I am more of a monster than he is. But the options I have to take are not ones that I would. They are not options that anyone should take. Yet, I still consider them. Perhaps it is part of the darkness I must carry.

Perhaps it is just another sliver of my heart crumbling away.

There is no justification for what I do, but still, I find myself thinking and wishing that there was. That there is. That instead of these four white walls closing in on me, that I could have something better ahead of me.

But I am only dreaming or rather, as close to dreaming as I can get. I haven’t slept in centuries, I don’t expect to anymore, but it troubles people, so I pretend to rest for a time by lying on the floor and closing my eyes.

They always assume I am sleeping.

I always laugh when they do.

But the floor is cold tonight, I am not as inhuman as they treat me. I would prefer at least a warm bed or pool of water. I miss the outdoors and I miss the scent of rain. I wish there weren’t any scents or smells at all. Everything is the same. I’m sick of color. I’m sick of sound. I hate breathing.

How can someone hate breathing?

Doesn’t that mean I’d be dead? That I ought to die if I don’t want to live? No, I am a liar, I don’t want to die. I have too many things I want to do before I die.

I want to make Julius squirm.

Yes, that is one thing I want to do before I die.

Now I wish could bathe in bleach.

Something, anything to rid me of the stench of blood. It is so thick in the air that I breathe it in my every waking moment. Perhaps that’s why I can’t stand anything today. Maybe that’s why I wish I was dead.

But I can’t die, can I?

I’m alive, but stuck inside myself, a walking, living prison that I cannot ever escape. I will live and I will die inside myself. How strange.

Outside must be a marvelous place.

One day I shall be free of this prison. Both of my body and these blank walls. 
Julius will pay for this.

I am tired after all. I am sick of all of these games and empty threats. No one can run from me. No one can touch me.

Not if I don’t want them to.

I am tired.

So very tired.

(c) Sara Harricharan

Word count :81346

Thursday, November 18, 2010

Drowning (Friday Fiction

This week's Friday Fiction is hosted by Joanne "JJ" Sher @ her wonderful blog, An Open Book. Click here to read and share more great fiction.


Author's Rambles: I think this is one of my shortest pieces yet. ^_~  Please enjoy and happy nanoing to all my fellow wrimos. Have a great weekend!



Finish me off.

Take me under.

I’m drowning and crumbling. Watch me wash away.

In the silence of new morning, I am overwhelmed. In the beautiful depression of the incoming night, I am overcome. There is feeling, there is emotion, there is heart.

In the depth of this invisible heart, I am living.

And I am drowning.

I see your face, haunting me, I hear your voice singing in the night. I see faces and pictures in my dreams. Pictures of long ago and faces I do not know. My day is a wind catcher, filled with things unseen and buffeted by my dreams.

The empty is welcoming. Blank spaces, white colors and the contrast of black lace on whipped cream. Something soft, something hard, something there and something not. I am watching my life dribble by. I am watching it flicker and filter.

Finish me off.

Take me under.

As I drown and crumble, watch me wash away.

In the whispers of this jungle, beneath star-filled skies of hope, I can see an end. I can see something that I cannot reach—yet. I hold in my hand a shard of hope, a sliver of some precious reality. I hold in my hands, the key to fighting the insanity.

My heart aches and breaks in a single breath. I am aware and unaware of the ripples that come from such things. But I do know one thing. I have to let go, in order to give, I have to give up in order to live.

I have to breathe to know relief, I have to cry to empty what cannot be touched. In a memory, I am something. In history, I am nothing.

But to Him, I am everything, because to me, He is everything. I know my tears and joys are shared. I know He cares how I have fared. I know His echo is like a whisper, I know His smile will carry me on.

He’ll finish me off—to perfection.

He’ll take me under the shadows and bring me out above them.

As I drown, He will be my sustenance. He will never let me go and as I crumble, He will lovingly hold me together.

Always.

© Sara Harricharan

Borrowing (BBT)

Who would you rather borrow from? Your library? Or a Friend?
(Or don’t your friends trust you to return their books?)
And, DO you return books you borrow?
I'd rather borrow from the Library. I rarely ever borrow books from friends, mostly because I know they guard their 'treasures' just about the same as I do. Sometimes we'll swap, but both parties are usually more anxious to have their book returned, than the story they just read. I always return a book I've borrowed because I know how it feels to lend one and never see it again.

~Sara

Wednesday, November 17, 2010

NaNo Day 17 : 2010 Updates

Well, I'm sticking my head through the door to ramble-er-post, just because. NaNo is coming along okay. I'm a bit behind. (yes, yes, I know you will disagree the moment you see my wordcount at the bottom, but trust me, okay? I wouldn't lie to ya...) and I haven't reached a spot I want to excerpt yet, so I might just post it here when I do. Y'all will be the lucky ones to read it first.


The story is coming along just fine, it's taking some pretty interesting twists and turns and I'm contemplating killing off a secondary villain, or sparing him for a final showdown. We'll see how that goes. As for my mountain of work, eh, it still exists, I'm just not freaking out over it.

Freakouts are bad. Are you listening? Good for you. ^_^ To fellow wrimos, I cheer you on, keep writing. The horrible week 2 is over and week 3 is just plain AWEsome! I hope you are having a blast writing your way through this experience and enjoying every moment of it. I know I am. ^_^ Happy nanoing!

And I'm off  to my little square of reality. Thank you for reading this randomly-written post.

Word count is : 58,349. 

~Sara

Thursday, November 4, 2010

Wishing Well Tales [an excerpt] (Friday Fiction)

Hello everyone, I have the pleasure of hosting Friday Fiction this week. To join, simply post a link to your contribution using the widget(McLinky) at the bottom of this post. Please take time to read and share, we all love the feedback. Happy weekend!

Author's Note: I'm going to be busy with some projects in this coming month, so this may be my last post for awhile. In keeping with that, I'm running a short, abstract sort of piece for today. (and it is short!) Thanks for taking the time to read. This is a piece of a longer WIP. ^_^



“She’s his favorite.”

“He always treats her special.”

“She thinks-shh! She’s coming.”

The voices are echoing in a hallway too big for the little people who visit the tiny town square. Each little person quietly whispered with their neighbor, each carrying a bulging sack thrown over one shoulder.
Even the children have their own.

Whisperings traveled around as they made way for The Princess’s arrival. She is smaller and thinner, so much that her sack seems smaller in size and barely filled.

In the town square her sack is refilled. As she hefted the load over skinny shoulders, her people watch her go and the whispers start up again.

“Did you see that?”

“Uh-huh! Another refill?”

“Who does she think she is?”

A story has started on its own and the townspeople gladly add to it because they are bored and time is cheap.
For good luck, every sack is filled with a bit of water at the wishing well. Over a period of time, the water multiplies. When a sack is filled, that person is allowed to visit the King and trade with the royal merchants for whatever they have inside their sack.

Overload=Vacation needed!

Well, I finally did it.

More than I could handle. :P

Going to be busy with "stuff" for awhile, so if you don't see my posts/comments/whatever popping up, I'm still on the face of the earth, just not in cyberspace for a bit. ^_^

~Sara

Tuesday, November 2, 2010

NaNoWriMo : Day 2

Hello fellow wrimos and readers!

It is day two of NaNo and I have a nifty new word count and a pretty ticked off FMC to deal with. (Don't worry, I think I've got it mostly under control. We'll see how that goes tomorrow afternoon!). I have not been able to get on the nano site for today, so if you're waiting for my buddy requests/nanomail, please understand that I am not ignoring you. :P

I'll gladly drag you into my nano insanity the moment I am fully 'online' again. Thank you all for the wonderful encouragement. At the moment, I do not have an excerpt to post, but when I do, you'll be the first ones to know!

As much as I hate to take away from the happy fluffy post, I'd like to address a particular note received last night, yes, if you are following my blog and twitter, there is a slight discrepancy in the word counts.

The answer? Go with the higher number.

In the moment between the twitter/fb page update and my blog post, I had another 'brilliant' line pop into my head and I typed it up before moving on to the next post. I will always do that in future, so that I don't lose the idea or the lines and because it would've happened on the same day. However, to prevent any further worries in that particular area, I will try to post both at the same time and after I've closed my writing program.

Sounds good?

Wonderful.

Today's word count is, *drumroll* a nifty, 12,311.

Whew! I didn't think I'd hit the 10k today, but once I was over the argument with my FMC, things turned out quite nicely. See you tomorrow!

G'night!

Monday, November 1, 2010

NaNoWriMo : Day 1

Hi everyone!

Yes, I've been on and off for about a week. My apologies for the lack of posts, you may blame it all on my ridiculous school schedule and my ML duties. I've been swamped and when I wasn't buried beneath my own homework, I've been trying to figure out and nail down the finer points of reality.

Er-yes, that sounds rather painful.

I'll just skip to the good part and say that today is the first day of November and also the first day of NaNoWriMo, if you've been keeping up with my hyper mode, then you understand what a monumental day today is. ^_^

It's awesome.

So this is my first daily check-in to say that I've puzzled my way through the first scene (puzzled, because several folks didn't have actual names until I started writing and that eventually causes a bit of a headache in the long run) so my ending word count for today is, drumroll please...

3,683.

It was loads of fun and now I'm yawning into my keyboard, so g'night!