I haven’t posted for a while now and, speaking of that, haven’t written for a while either. I thought I could use some free writing to get some thoughts on paper – or screen.
I decided to try out www.writeordie.com in kamikaze mode. That was interesting. I must admit that I began to freak a little every time it would start deleting my work if I stopped typing for too long. A great free writing tool, definitely, if you don’t want your piece to be too polished on the first go and if you just want to get something written.
Anyway, about the piece. It was inspired by my current Work In Progress (WIP), that elusive debut novel that has me banging my head against a wall in an attempt to focus and push through the endless character profiles. I thought some plain, old fashioned, writing was in order.
This piece is by no means set in stone, and it has been minimally edited, only for grammar. It’s a compilation of ideas and feelings and I think it’s derived from somewhere near the end of the WIP. I do hope you enjoy it. I’m particularly fond of that very first sentence, but that’s about all.
She sat amongst the lush grass, it flowed and washed upon the breeze. She gazed out over the field, sensing every little living thing in the grass around her, and within the trees surrounding the valley.
Footsteps interrupted her serenity. They were a fair way off but close to her perimeter. She thrust her mind out toward the source, delving deep into the intentions of the creature. It was a man, alone, simple. He carried something. She sensed the excess weight pulling at his hip as he took each step across the uneven terrain, dodging rocks and branches. She felt his body freeze, gazing around through the trees as if someone was there, watching.
She could see what he saw, and noticed nothing unusual. He took a breath and continued onward, slower now, each footstep carefully placed, his entire body tense. His gaze diverted off to one side, she nudged him with her own desires and his direction followed; a slight angle back to his origin, away from her home. She smiled to herself.
A presence invaded her studies, and she pulled her mind back to the field, keeping hold of a subtle link to the man lurking within the forest. She gazed up at a familiar dark face. He’d touched her gently on the shoulder, knowing she wasn’t within herself. She conducted her ‘studies’ often, keeping a watchful eye upon the surrounds, keeping them all safe and protected.
“Dinner is ready,” he said, turning to walk away.
I won’t be long. She spoke internally, always connected to his thoughts; she found it thrilling, and easier.
You know I can’t stand when you talk like this, he said, his back to her.
He continued toward their camp, her connection to him growing slightly weaker with each pace.