Day 42: The Approach to Epiphany

Johnathan Goffe said, “Good.”

He worried he hadn’t turned off his Bluetooth soon enough. Tinkers on the trail ahead was a bit of a surprise. They looked intimate–probably had theirs off as well. Blah blah blah

As if the small black road through the big white snow wasn’t an obvious enough path, the generation old trees walled the trail in. The high grey fog obscured his retreat. Stay on the path. Move forward. Face the inevitable. The vanishing point.

Johnathan expected to be alone. He had expected to be contemplating his next action. He had expected this back approach would help him in that regard. Now his attention was drawn to the couple ahead. Drawn down from his own lofty problems in a way that was both compelling and unappealing.

eesh–less concrete anyone?

This is the road to his sister’s home. Her palace. She’s the queen–or something. He’s the disaffected brother. Brother-in-law. Ex-brother-in-law.

Most folks will circle around to the formal road even if they originally reach the palace from the west where this road would shorten the walk. There isn’t a law or a gate or a haunting or any other reason that tinkers should take this route, they just don’t. But Johnathan does/will.

Can’t tell if this seen is the first of the final. Given the presence of the mist I am thinking the later, but I’ve never worked out if mist was entirly metaphorical or only partially so. I like it both ways. In either case I he needs to be contemplative but unfocused. Once he gets to the palace he and the reader need to feel like there are two paths for him to take and that either one is as valid and likely as the other.

This is the approach to epiphany.

Day 15

A greedy seer is lost in a claustrophobic library. Her neighbor is turned into a wolf by a rogue savage. With the help of a crafty barbarian, she must keep watch alone and in the darkness in order to save her way of life.

I get a kick out of these.

If you crank out more than one, you can see the pattern right away.  If you crank out ten you start to see the beginning of repetition.

None of them would ever be a good fantasy story–they’re too D&D.  Though if you were subtle and skilled writing a nearly good story could be possible.

Cattatay turned wriggled sideways through the musky tomes.  The long aisle was brighter ahead than behind and promised a better chance to get back to her desk quicker.  Books were just meant to be held and read, but the way these tripped up her walking and scraped at her face was too much.