A shift is needed…

NaNoWriMo Journal 2017

First things first, I hit 40,000 words today!

It’s strange the way this played out.  On this day, two years ago, when I was writing The Priest of Tears, I wrote about an interlude I added to help me get out of a rut.  Now today, on the same day, I’m doing the same thing.  I did not plan this.

I felt like I needed something more, so I’m writing about what’s happening elsewhere in the world.  I’m writing about Haynk, the barkeeper of the Happy Nightwatcher Tavern, which was the tavern Symon always went to when he lived in Tiddleway.  Haynk has a run in with the Wayward Witch.  I’m going to use this as a way to explore her personality a little more as well as show what she’s planning.

Through writing this, I now know what I’m going to have her do to push Symon over the edge, and it’s not pretty.

Current word count for The Wayward Witch: 40,215/50,000!

Until we meet again,

Andrew Ronzino, Knight Radiant


NaNoWriMo Journal 2017

It’s day 15 of NaNoWriMo, the halfway point.  Just 15 more days until the end of November and the end of this year’s challenge.  Normally I’m a little further ahead than I am this year, but with the added responsibilities I have, I’m not surprised.

I still have no doubt that I’ll finished the challenge and then some, but I also still think that the quality of my writing this year isn’t as good as other years in the past.  But I’m not too worried about it.  It’s all rough draft anyway.

As I was writing today, I was downloading the audio book of Brandon Sanderson’s new novel in the Stormlight Archives series, Oathbringer.  I’m excited to start listening to that at work.  I like to listen to audio books while I’m at work, I get to absorb more novels that way and it helps the day go by faster.

That’s all for today.

Current word count for The Wayward Witch: 38,378/50,000!

Until I take over the world,

Andrew Ronzino, 008

NaNoWriMo Journal 2017

Today I finally had some time to write.  I was able to get a decent amount of words in, which is good because I work tomorrow.

It’s past due for me to share another excerpt with you.  I’ve shared the first one, so this is the second one.  This contains the confrontation I mentioned yesterday.  It ended up being a lot shorter than I expected it to be.  This excerpt is the entire chapter, and it’s a short chapter for me.  Again, just like with all my excerpts, this is a vomit draft so please ignore any spelling or grammatical errors that may have gotten past my quick edit.  Let me know what you think of it.

Symon and the other Mythic Clerics made it to the Cleric’s Tower in record time, due to their speed.  Rachel was fine with them leaving her behind with Sir Pallow.  They strapped on their Mythic Blades and left Symon’s house.

When they reached the tower, they found a decent sized crowd there.  They were being held back by several guards, who were keeping them at bay and out of harm’s way.  There were some Crown Paladins among them too.

In front of the tower, standing on the top step by the door was a woman.  She was wearing a light blue cloak that covered her whole body.  The hood was up, shrouding her face in darkness.  She was tall and imposing.  A strange figure.  She almost looked inhuman the way she stood there.

The crowd parted for Symon and the other Clerics.  When out in the open, Symon stopped and looked up at the woman who was still a good thirty feet from him.

“Hello, friend,” Symon said.

“Symon DeMyn, Mythic Commander of the Order of Faith and Honor.”  Her voice was impossibly loud, it almost sounded like it was coming from all around them rather than just from the woman in front of them.  It caused the crowd to step back a little.  But it was also smooth and confident.

Symon stood his ground.  His hand on the hilt of the Divine Blade, his hair blowing in the small breeze that passed by.  “I take it you’re the Wayward Witch?”

“I am,” she said.  Her face was still obscured.

“Then, I am placing you under arrest for your crimes against the city of Vastervale,” Symon said.  He took a few steps towards her.

The Wayward Witch waved her hands and they ignited in flames.  There was gasps from some in the crowd, and screams from others.  She held her hands at chest level, the fire licking at her finger tips, but caused no burning.  “And what of your crimes, Symon DeMyn?”

Symon stopped his advance when her hands lit up.  “Crimes?  What are you speaking of?”

“I have come here not to talk but to make a demand of the city of Kalvyn’s Crossing.”  The fire in her hands turned from orange and yellow flames to blue, they flared.  “This man,” she pointed at Symon, “is a scourge upon this world.  His hands are not free of blood, death of innocent lives scream for his own.

“This is my demand: DeMyn’s sword, or Kalvyn’s Crossing’s blood. Resign or watch the city burn.  Those are your only options.  You have one day to surrender your sword to the Craven King and return to the hovel you call a village, if you do not, I will rend this city apart, and everyone who dies will be on your head.  Let it be known, if by sunset tomorrow the Mythic Commander had not given up his position, he is responsible for the blood that spills.”

Symon drew the Divine Blade. “I will not be threatened by you, Witch!” he shouted.  He rushed the woman, his blade posed to harm her rather than kill her.  He wanted to question this woman.  He bounded up the stairs in a blink, but she was gone. She had vanished.  Her body, and the fire, simply vanished.

There was a gasp from the crowd again.  Then another scream.  The Wayward Witch was now on the street at the bottom of the stairs.  Symon spun and jumped for her, but he fell right though her, as if she wasn’t even there.  It was like she was a ghost.  But her body still stood there, blue flames flickering from her hands.  He hood was still up, and he couldn’t quite see her face.

“You are no match for me, Mythic Commander.  My magic is beyond your understanding.  You have one day.  Do you want more blood on your hands?”  She laughed, a high pitched, angry laughter.  She then faded like a mirage in the desert.  Her laugh died shortly after she vanished, and the square fell quiet.  It was eerie.

Symon turned to look at his regiment.  The Mythic Clerics were standing there with their jaws dropped, their swords loose in their hands.

-Excerpt from The Wayward Witch; Chapter 17, by Andrew Ronzino

There you go.  Even though it’s short, I like it.  I had no preconceived ideas of where that would go.  And I like the way it turned out.

Current word count for The Wayward Witch: 35,169/50,000!

Until the next post,

Andrew Ronzino, Assistant to Mr. Scrooge

NaNoWriMo Journal 2017

Valjean, at last,
We see each other plain
‘m’sieur le mayor, ‘
You’ll wear a different chain.

Oh sorry, that’s the wrong Confrontation.

This was another low word count day due to filming more video for the play.  But that’s okay, it was a busy day.  I’m glad I got to write a little bit.

I’ve reached an exciting part of the story, and I’ll be writing it tomorrow.  It is the first confrontation between Symon DeMyn, and the Wayward Witch.  They have yet to see or speak to each other.  I don’t really have a plan for how this will go, but I’m excited to see what becomes of it.

I’ll inform you of the results.

Current word count for The Wayward Witch: 32,485/50,000!

Until my race is run,

Andrew Ronzino, 24601

NaNoWriMo Day 12: Full Day

NaNoWriMo Journal 2017

I’ve had a full day.

I woke up and did a little bit of writing.  Then I ran to the store.  Meijer is crazy on Sunday mornings!  Then I had to film a video for the Christmas play I’m directing (we’re using live theater and videos).  It was a long shoot.  Between set up, filming, and tear down, it took about six hours.  Then after I got home, I finished getting my daily words in for NaNo.  Then I promised I would help someone with a story they were writing for school.  Now that all of that is done, I’m writing this.

It’s been a busy day.  I got my daily amount of words in, had a successful film shoot, and I was able to help edit something for someone.

More writing and filming tomorrow.  Maybe some editing too?  I guess we’ll see.

I’m going to sleep.

Current word count for The Wayward Witch: 30,736/50,000!

Until zzzzzzZZZZZZZzzzzzzz,

Andrew Ronzino, Blade Runner

NaNoWriMo Journal 2017

This journal is all about sharing my experiences during NaNoWriMo, and so I’m going to be honest with all my readers for a moment.

I don’t write the gooder words.

I mean, I no write good.

I mean no good words come.

I give up.  I don’t feel like I’ve written anything that I can be proud of in this novel.  I’m writing words, yes, but are they good words?  Meaningful words?  Powerful, dynamic words?  No.  I feel like all the words in this novel are lackluster and pedantic.  Nothing means anything, there’s no quality to them.  They’re just words on a page.

I honestly feel like it’s because of all the other responsibilities I have this year with the play I’m directing.  I’m focusing on NaNo, but only enough to get though it.  I understand that it’s the first draft, and it’s being written fast, so it won’t be good either way, but I also feel it goes beyond that.  I feel like my words are being wasted.  I guess I’ll see when it’s all written.  This story might need a complete rewrite from scratch when this is all over.

For those of you who are also doing NaNo, I hope your words feel stronger than mine do.

Current word count for The Wayward Witch: 29,033/50,000!

Until the fires of Mount Doom forge a new ring,

Andrew Ronzino, Runner of the Bulls

NaNoWriMo Journal 2017

First of all, today I hit 25,000 words!  That means I’m halfway to the goal!  I’m excited about that.

The Mythic Clerics are the smallest, but most prestigious order of knights.  The follow the Code of Faith and Honor.  They work for the crown and the church collectively rather than one or the other, like the priests and the knights.  Only those who are merged with the Mythic Blades can be knighted as Mythic Clerics, and there are only five Mythic Blades, thus, only five Clerics at any given time.  2,000 years ago, they disbanded during the Dark War, but were reestablished by King Kaylon in the previous novel.  I would like to introduce the men and women who are in the Order of Faith and Honor.

Sir Symon DeMyn, Mythic Commander – Sir Symon is the main character of the story, and he is the Mythic Commander of the Order of Faith and Honor.  He commands the small regiment of the Mythic Clerics.  He uses the Divine Blade, the sword traditionally held by the Mythic Commander.  If you want to know more about Symon, you can click here.

Sir Cad Sylvin, Mythic Cleric – Sir Cad is the only one of the Mythic Clerics who is married.  He is a kind, soft spoken man, but a natural leader.  Symon often looks to Cad as a second in command and relies on his tactical thinking.  His Mythic Blade is the Wind Blade.

Sir Evan Stone, Mythic Cleric – Sir Evan is one of the Mythic Twins.  He used to be a Crown Paladin, an order of knights who are charged with serving and protecting the royal family.  He’s a bit of a womanizer, but he’s bad at picking up women.  He has a good relationship with the other Clerics, and even though they bicker a lot, his sister is one of his favorite people in the world.  He is crass and sometimes doesn’t know when to take the foot out of his mouth.  He wields the Honor Blade.

Dame Elyza Stone, Mythic Cleric – Dame Elyza is the other Mythic Twin, sister of Evan.  Like her brother, she was once a Crown Paladin, but when Symon offered for her to join the Mythic Clerics, she jumped at the chance and convinced Evan to do so as well.  She never once looked back.  She holds the Mercy Blade.

Dame Allyssa Mayz, Mythic Cleric – Dame Allyssa is the youngest of the Mythic Clerics at seventeen.  She is a bright, spunky girl who, loves being a Cleric more than the others.  Like Symon, she used to be commoner; a farm girl, but found that she was worthy of the Mythic Blades.  Her sword is the Banish Blade.

There they are, the current regiment of Mythic Clerics!  They’re fun characters.

Current word count for The Wayward Witch: 27,208/50,000!

Until the day begins anew,

Andrew Ronzino, Everything is Fine!

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