Word Count January 2013

Afterlife: 21,879
‘Astral’ World: 18,036
Aurora’s World: 14,440
The Brotherhood: 18,804 (on the previous count this collection was inadvertently missed – the total includes these words, but I kept them out when working out the words written)
The Donor House: 88,872
The Deities’ World: 7,847
The Fae World: 61,861
Heliopath’s World: 12,110
The Inquisition: 5,231
Kim’s Earth: 15,901
The Magi: 7,020
Pagan: 14,237
Thear: 45,949
The World Walkers: 57,703

Total: 370,100

Word written between counts: 85,316 (not including the bonus material posted during the World Walkers’ month, Donor House month, or Fae World month)

In the time between the two counts I was aiming to write 200,000 words, but considering what happened between them I’m happy that I managed to write over 80,000 words. My aim this time is to write 300,000 words between the two counts (which I’ll aim to have posted on the 4th of July), because I know, if I focus, I can easily write 50,000 words in a month.

Mirrored from K. A. Jones Writing.

The Magi: Callum: Helping the Carne?

There were times when Callum wished he hadn’t followed Lorna. Leaving everything he knew behind had been surprisingly easy at first. It had been an adventure and Lorna was… she was amazing then and still was, even after travelling around the country for over twenty years. Everywhere they went there were people who needed help, whether that was medicines, a dose of healing energy, or both, because the Magi, who had once been a force for good, had changed under the rule of the new matriarch. No one had the same respect they’d had for the Magi when they were truly a group of healers.

Instead people respected the travelling healers, who were Magi but had left behind the new rules and were seen as an entirely different group of people. Lorna and Callum were just two of a growing number, but they were the first. It was thanks to Lorna’s collection of seeds that there were plants all over the country for the travelling healers to gather, because she’d spent their first winter turning a run-down old cottage into a place she could start off some of the more delicate herbs. For Callum it had been the hardest time and some nights he’d thought seriously about running back to his family and begging for their forgiveness.

Cold nights in winter reminded him of that period, and they were still hard for him, but the years had made him realise how important they both were. Without them, without the time Lorna had spent thinking about the future and the hard work they’d both done to create gardens everywhere they could, without those tiny little plants that had become big plants everyone could use, there wouldn’t be travelling healers all over the country, doing the work the Magi turned down, and he was always going to be proud of being a part of that. Even when Lorna had him kneeling down under a huge bush looking for a tiny little herb she needed to make a certain medicine.

Sighing, he ran a hand through his hair, trying not to think of where they were going to be travelling to. News had reached them of an illness that the Carne were facing and their own healers hadn’t been able to combat. That was followed by rumours of the disappearance of a Carne prince and the argument he’d had with his father not long before. Callum had never believed that the Magi should withhold help from anyone, but he wasn’t sure about travelling into Carne land.

Lorna didn’t have any worries at all. They needed her help, so she was going to give it, because she didn’t think that any of the new Magi, as she called them, would walk away from their matriarch in order to help a race of people who had once held their ancestors captive. She’d told him that when they’d spoken, but Callum wasn’t so sure. Once their entire race had been healers, before either of them had been born, and slowly they’d split into two different groups. The healers, like Lorna, and the Magi, and he didn’t doubt that there were still healers within the Magi who would leave to help the Carne.

Mirrored from K. A. Webb Writing.

Thoughts on Writing

Unsurprisingly I have a lot of these. When I was trying to work out what story I was going to write/post (I ended up posting, because I couldn’t think of what I wanted to write) I realised once again how many ideas I have. There are things I want to write but sometimes the words just don’t come out right, so I end up moving on for the day/week/month/year, and then occasionally it just ends up not happening at all. I hate that most of all, but it’s mostly due to my forgetful nature (which is why I always try to write things down) and I, sadly, don’t think there’s much I can do about that.

The other thing I have trouble with, even though I have a love of names, is naming characters. I think that’s because I don’t often come up with a character and then give them a name. A name will jump out at me, followed by the character (or characters) who want it, so I can end up having major problems when I have a story but no name for the character. Often I just search through my list of names and one jumps out at me. It’s just occasionally that I sit on a story for ages because I have no names. Sometimes I pick a name just to post a story and then realise later that it was the wrong one. I could really do with longer lists, but I never seem to get round to doing it.

I was thinking earlier, before I started writing, about characters and the effect they have on stories. Mostly it was because, and I have no idea why it came to mind, I was wondering how different the Brotherhood stories would be if I made Kara male. Of course that means I’m now really tempted to play with the idea, even though I’ve barely written anything for the original storyline. (I know where’s it’s going, but I want to go playing in the other houses first, because I’ve never visited them before. One of them is a shadow house, but I’m not certain about the others.) I really do love changing things about.

Another thing I’ve been working on is how the fae used books from Earth as inspiration for their worlds. I’m talking about fiction, rather than non fiction, and I’m a little worried it may come off as fanfiction, when that’s not what I’m aiming for. It’s just that the fae took a lot from Earth, because it was a world they visited often, so they had a lot of ideas that they wanted to play with. (Of course I’m also inspired by other writers. I take a lot from everything I read and I always have, so sometimes I’ll be inspired by a book to write a new story, although normally most of my ideas come from dreams.)

The final thing I’ve been thinking about is the race names for the World Walkers collection. I basically just put words together, like Night Leaves, and then go playing with a translator until I make something that looks pretty, like Nox Gadael, so they technically don’t mean anything now. Normally I use Gaelic, Welsh, Latin and Greek, but I often end up using a mix of them together. Nox Gadael I think is Welsh and Latin, but I can’t remember now. The problem, again, is coming up with new ideas. I do have some new races to write about, once again named using the a translator, but it’s not enough. Anyone want to help?

Mirrored from K. A. Jones Writing.

Character Profile: Electra

Name: Electra
Gender: Female
Birth date: unknown
Race: Weaver
Home world: Athare
Live-on world: Athare
Occupation: life clay sculpter

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Mirrored from K. A. Jones Writing.