STATEMENT
A friend and I got to talking about writing last night, and she reminded me of a few simple things.
First, that the characters come to you when you're ready for them. Second, that if you drift from where the characters want to go, you get blocked.That made such sense to me, that I thought it would be a good idea to share this with you. So: If you haven't seen an update in awhile, just figured I drifted. In the meantime, maybe this statement will help:
This is a story in process. It is not currently complete. However, if you are unable to wait for the length of time it takes for me to make updates or repairs, please be assured that this story in process does have a happy ending and that MOST of the situations played out in the story have resolutions. If there are situations which don't have a resolution, it doesn't mean that the story will be sequelized, but is rather an indication of my belief that the characters have a "life," of their own. I am the vessel the story comes through, but the characters' lives continue on happily, whether I finish writing or not.
That, I suppose, is my author's blessing to them, so if, by any chance I've missed the creative wave with them or can't get back to the story for whatever reason, the characters, the people involved in those other worlds that I only sometimes tap into, can move on freely. And so can you, if you just can't wait any longer (and I mean that in the kindest way, not as any sort of "beat it kid, you're bothering me." I mean it in the sense of: I understand the need to move on.) So: I repeat, the characters in this story find and keep true love and live happily ever after, no matter what.
I make that assertion because of my own foibles. I don't deal well with tiger/princess endings, for whatever reason. I also figure, sometimes there is a part of us that stops breathing while we wait to "finish," something.
Please be advised that I tend to pick up a canvas and dabble here, dabble there, until it is done. So it is with all of my stories. However, I'm about to change tactics, again. Now I'm taking the sketchbook perspective. If a story is incomplete and you reach this bit - Just figure I'm sketching it out and, as in the sketch, you can see the outline that shows how the text will be finished. That's what this statement is. An indication of direction.
The truth is, I can't guarantee any of these stories will be finished. One never knows what the days will hold. I can only tell you that I believe in happy endings. And, for all the crap we go through to get there, true love. So that's what happens in these worlds.
Katrina
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BETA DRAFT: 050700
OUTLINE: Gabrielle, Jacosta, and Kalai are in the temple, which has been turned into a healing zone. There are wounded to see to. They are helping out when they get gut clenches of "something ain't right." Gabrielle is sure something is going on with Xena. She is determined to find out what. Kalai and Jacosta insist on going. Jacosta is no fighter.
Gabrielle smiled at the lean young man in the cot. His skin was flushed and sweat beaded his brow as he trembled against the pain. She held his hand, refusing to grimace at the strength of his grip. The bardly queen supposed she could have been the one sewing him up, but this, it seemed what was needed. There were, for once, plenty to do the actual acts of healing. So she used her other skills, leading this wounded soul's attention carefuly away from what the surgeon was doing to him.
Gabrielle originally had every intention of being part of the fighting, yet for some reason she ended up here, caring for the wounded - talking to them. She wiped his forehead gently as she finished the story. His eyes were closed, but he was smiling slightly - despite the pain - when she stood up.
The amazons had created a field hospital in one of the temple spaces near the border. It wast part of the original Amazon land that Jacosta's deeds held, but far enough away from the villages that any who needed aid were welcome. It had been constantly busy.
The queen's back cracked in sympathy as she took a moment to stretch by the freshened waterbows. She felt a warm hand against the small of it. "You do that so well."
Jacosta's voice was soothing, a comfort in the dark. Gabrielle's lips quirked, "What? Stretch?"
"Well, that too," Jacosta responded with a dry chuckle. "But I was talking about your kindness to the boy."
Gabrielle waved the notion off, "Oh that. I'm a storyteller, it's what I do."
Kalai was carrying a basket of dry, clean cloths to the table.
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