Saturday, August 13, 2016

A Work In Progress: Of Plot Twists and Combat

Quick explanation: This is a scene from my current work in progress. I started it over a year ago. I blogged an excerpt earlier. Then I used it as my NaNoWriMO novel in 2015. I didn't finish, though.

Then I decided to utilize the Writing Excuses podcast assignments from season 10 to help me in finishing. It ended up distracting me from finishing rather than helping- but in a good way. I have ended up rewriting deleting and writing new scenes. I'm still not finished, but I'm focused on specific portions.

Which leads me to the scene that follows. One of the challenges was to write a combat scene. That is something I hadn't really tried before. I already knew that Colin was an urban explorer and traceur, (practitioner of parkour). But in researching parkour I learned that there was a connection with capoeira. (a martial art). So I watched a lot of YouTube videos to add that to the combat.

More recently I used the scene for another assignment.... taking a scene and making a hard left turn. Basically, I added a plot twist that I hadn't planned. This version is the third time around, where I was challenged to remove the reveal of the plot twist. Instead of saving the surprise for the end of the scened, I revealed it much sooner, which then changed the emotional impact of the scene. (at least I hope it did.)

So this is the 4th version of this scene. I'm hoping I'm close. I'm sharing it with anyone interested in reading it. I hope you give me a little feedback. Mostly I'm looking for comments on whether the combat elements are understood as well as whether Colin's emotional state is clear and what emotional impact this may have had on you, the reader.

So.... here it is:


Note: Somewhere in the text before this scene, the setting is established as what was probably once a large library, now housing a collection of artifacts on the shelves.  Upon entering the room, one finds several tables and chairs set up for study. One area is designated as a records area, full of ledgers cataloging the artifacts.
            The rows of shelves stretch out from the entrance of the library to the back wall. There are also shelves along the wall to the left. The wall to the right has dramatic floor to ceiling windows with a view of rolling mountain peaks covered with trees as far as the eye can see. There is a sheer drop from the windows down a cliff. It is impossible to see how far the drop goes. At the entrance end there is a section of wall with a number of framed paintings stacked against it. Some of which are over two meters high. Colin and Allison have agreed not to disturb the stack of paintings until all other resources have been exhausted. They’ve taken extra care to make sure everything is left exactly as they have found it, and worry that replacing the paintings back incorrectly might give them away.


            Colin stood atop the library ladder, hidden in the shadows of the uppermost shelves. “What about this?.” He called down to Allison, tossing her a ball of string.
            “How would we use this?” she asked, unwinding a length of cord and examining it more closely.
            Colin shrugged. “It didn’t come with instructions., but maybe it’s strong enough to function as a rappelling  rope.”
            Allison gave him a skeptical look. He didn’t blame her. They had been working for days to find something to help them in their escape. The windows seemed to be their best bet. Unfortunately, the Mountain Manor was perched upon the side of the mountain, and from their vantage point within the library, it appeared the window wall was constructed at the edge of a cliff. It was a long drop down, even if they could break a window and exit that way. So far none of the artifacts they had found were of any us in making the windows their escape.
             “I don’t know.” Allison replied. Colin could hear the doubt in her voice.  “But I’ll check to see if there are any notes on its use when I change the ledger entry.”  She rewound the string and stuffed the ball into her bag. Colin wondered if the bag might have a bit of magic. It never ceased to amaze him how much she could cram into it.
            Colin began poking about in another box on the uppermost shelf as Allison headed down the aisle toward the ledgers. Seconds later, he heard her gasp. He looked down to see two bulky figures blocking her exit. Mr. Cruz’s henchmen hadn’t been expected for another day or two, yet here they were. Colin watched in horror as the two men confronted Allison below. 
            “Looks like we found the little mouse whose been eating our cheese.” The one called Jing snarled in his gravelly voice.  He moved forward, keeping his eyes on Allison who matched his movement, step for step, backing into the aisle from which she’d just come. There was a small gap along the line of shelves to her left. It was small enough for Allison to fit through, but not the stocky man facing her.
            Colin saw it was a good plan, but from his hidden view, he could also see the flaw in it. Allison was so focused on the man pursuing her she’d missed where the other had gone.  Unfortunately for her, Lem had slipped back and into the next aisle where he would be waiting.
            Colin was safe enough. He hadn’t even been noticed. But unless he acted quickly, Allison would be captured for sure.
            Scanning over the rows of shelves and fixtures in the room, Colin formulated a plan and began counting in his head. He had to time things just right. Moving stealthily onto the uppermost shelf, Colin positioned himself to be able to watch the movements of each of the players in the room. Just a few more seconds…
            As he suspected, Allison dodged sideways through the gap and into the adjacent aisle. Jing lunged, only his arm reaching through the opening and grasping at air. At the same moment that Allison emerged from the gap, Lem started down the aisle toward her.
            Colin was already in motion. He took two steps along the top of the shelf before leaping into the air and catching hold of the chandelier hanging over the aisle. He was uncertain whether the fixture would hold his weight, but in a split second had decided to take a chance. Colin brought his feet together as he caught hold of the light fixture, aiming his body toward his target. 
            There was a sudden jolt as the chain broke free. It couldn’t bear his weight. He swung forward wildly, preparing for a crash landing ten feet below.  Then the chain caught, halting his downward trajectory and swinging him forward again, positioning him lower and slightly off to one side.
             If it hadn’t been for the unexpected drop, Colin would have hit Lem squarely in the head. He still had the element of surprise, but he struck the assailant in the shoulder. Colin had hoped to knock him out. Instead, the stocky man was set into a half spin, knocking him forward and sprawling out on his stomach. Colin let go landing on Lem’s back.
            A flash of silver landed on the floor next to the henchman’s head. Colin recognized the amulet that would open the portal back to New Urbana. He pulled it from Lem’s neck, breaking the cord and pressing the amulet into Allison’s hand where she stood.
            “Run!” he commanded. “Go find the way out and don’t look back!” Allison gave him a worried look, but he was already pushing her toward the door. “I need to stay here and hold them off.” He explained desperately.
             Colin knew that once she left he’d have no escape. He’d be trapped here in the Manor with two very gruff and dangerous men. He may have just sealed his fate, but if Allison got away, it would be worth it.
            He turned from watching Allison escape out the door just in time to catch from the corner of his eye the sight of Jing plowing toward him. Colin didn’t have time to evade, so instead he prepared his body to take the force, allowing the bigger man to knock him over and back. It felt exactly how Colin had imagined it might feel to be hit by a lorry. It hurt. A lot. But that second was all he needed to prevent the blow from knocking the wind out of him. He spun backward in a rolling somersault, landing in a crouch.
            Watching the stocky man redirect toward him, Colin counted down, calming his mind and focusing on his timing. He shifted his weight, leaping up and slightly forward as Jing approached. Touching down his left foot for leverage, Colin angled his body and raised his right leg in a high roundabout kick, directing all the momentum of the movement into its force.
            The unexpected hit landed perfectly, sending the Jing flying backward toward the paintings stacked against the wall next to the windows. He crumpled into a heap as the paintings toppled over, crashing down upon the henchmen as he tried to rise to his feet.
            Where the paintings were once neatly stacked, a blank wall remained. There was something about that space that tickled the back of Colin’s mind. If it had been consistent with the design of the room, there should have been a window located there. Colin had assumed as much. But instead, it was just a blank wall.  Acting on a hunch, he shoved his hand in his pocket, grasping the magic key. The outline of a huge set of double doors revealed itself the moment he touched the talisman. He had found the way out!  Unfortunately, there was one hulking mass of a man between him and his escape. Letting go of the key and looking up, he realized the other had recovered and was headed his way. Colin lighted onto his feet and without skipping a beat, ran down the long aisle between the taller storage shelves.
            Lem was at Colin’s heels, his gravelly laughter echoing through the library. “There’s nowhere for you to go. You’re trapped!”. Colin was headed into a dead end.
            If Lem had expected Colin to slow down, he was in for a surprise. Colin picked up speed, running toward the corner where the wall and shelf met.  Using the rough wall of stone on his left and the shelves on his right, Colin scrambled up to the top, using the momentum to push him upward in a back and forth scramble. His pursuer crashed into the wall below him with a grunt.
            From the top, he could see the rows of shelves stretching out toward the open area of the room. Allison was gone. Colin hoped that meant a successful escape.  If he could somehow talk his way out of this, he could make his own escape through the newly revealed doorway. Jing joined Lem below. Colin turned to face them and tried a different approach.
            “She’s got the amulet.” He called down to the henchmen. “There’s no way out of here for any of us now. Shouldn’t we just try to get along?”
            Lem gave a harsh laugh. He was eerily good at that. “Your little friend hasn’t escaped anything. Mr. Cruz was waiting at the other end. He’ll take care of her and open the way for us once we’ve disposed of you.”
            Colin froze in a moment of panic. It wasn’t like him, but things were unraveling more quickly than he could adapt. He looked over at the doorway where he’d last seen Allison. Was this it? Had she already been captured? Alarming as that was, another thought hit Colin. They would take her alive, but apparently Mr. Cruz wouldn’t need them both. They intended on killing him! Colin began to seriously question his chances of survival.
            Without warning, Colin was nearly knocked off his feet. Pressing their shoulders against the shelf upon which he stood, the two henchmen began rocking it back and forth.  Colin scrambled to keep his footing as the surface below pitched and swayed beneath his feet. He barely had time to leap from the top of his perch to the next row of shelves before they began to topple as well. There was little respite in his actions, however.  The domino effect had begun. Colin leaped from one row to the next, just ahead of the crashing avalanche of the shelves and all their carefully curated contents.
            In spite of his efforts to remain calm, Colin’s heart raced. He could maneuver across bridges, down stairs, over deep chasms and vault from rooftop to rooftop. But all of that was stationary. He’d never had to put his skills to the test where every possible landing was either moving or about to move. He made a desperate grasp for another one of the chandeliers, expecting it to hold his weight at least as well as the last. He hoped it would be no worse.
            Moving nearly horizontally, his fingers grasped at the arm of the chandelier. It moved with him as he soared past the ceiling mount. It didn’t hold. Instead, it pulled out of the ceiling, offering only enough resistance to pull Colin backward against the side of the shelf as it reached it’s tipping point. At least it broke the momentum of his fall. He dropped to the ground as low as he could get and tucked himself into a ball on the floor as the contents of the shelves above showered down over him. He stared wide-eyed as a saber landed, point down, only inches from his face. That was close!
            Colin squeezed his eyes shut, preferring not to see what was coming next. The space around him rumbled as one shelf tumbled into the next, leaving him in a pocket of space where the two shelves met. The crashing of glass signaled when the last of the shelves had fallen, breaking the bank of windows along the far wall. The sound was so loud and lasted so long, he wondered if there would be a single pane left intact.
            Choking on the dust that settled around him, Colin tried not to cough. He didn’t want to give away his location to the enemies who would be searching the rubble.
            “Mr. Cruz won’t be happy about this.” One of the men grumbled from somewhere beyond the debris.
            “Doesn’t matter.” The other replied. “He can’t leave New Urbana anyway, and we’re not gonna tell ‘im.” 
            “But what if he requests something in particular and we can’t find it?” the first asked, a bit of nervousness mixed with the rough voice.
            “We’ll blame the intruder. “
            There was a bit of joint laughter followed by one last comment. “But first we have to find ‘im and dispose of ‘im.”
            Colin looked down what amounted to a short tunnel between his position and the library beyond the shelves. A patch of dim light shone at the end. He listened to the movements of the two men, punctuated by the occasional crash of something heavy being moved. He couldn’t move without moving the debris, which would likely make enough noise to give away his location. He considered timing his movements to the crashes, but they were too irregular. Besides, even if he could get out of the tunnel, he couldn’t be sure what he’d find once he got out.
            None of the options he considered seemed viable. Meanwhile, the crashing and mumbling and occasional curse reverberated through the remains of the library.
            Colin held his breath as he spotted a pair of legs at the end of the tunnel. A moment later, the upside down, flat, bald, head of Lem appeared. “Gotcha!” he grinned. The henchman disappeared. Colin tried to back away from the end, but his way was blocked by what had once been a magical bust that was supposed to sing. Colin appreciated the fact that he hadn’t been crushed by it.
            “Give me a hand, will you?” Lem called to his partner. A moment later Colin spotted two pair of legs as the two men started heaving at the heavy piece of furniture. It was the only thing between Colin and capture.
            Looking about him, Colin spotted the saber wedged into the wooden floor beside him. Grabbing it by the hilt, he worked it out of the floorboards and tried to position it a way that he might use to defend himself. It probably wouldn’t work, but it was all he had. The shelf began to lift and Colin gritted his teeth, preparing for the worst.
            Out in the library beyond, Colin heard a series of grunts. The shelf dropped and he ducked, his reflexes taking over. There was the sound of scuffling feet, a few words he didn’t recognize, but was pretty sure was cursing of some sort, and then a loud thud.
            Colin waited and watched, unsure what to expect. Haloed in the light at the end of the tunnel appeared an unexpected but very welcome sight. Allison grinned at him. “Are you coming out, or what?”
            He scrambled forward, emerging into the chaos that had once been the library. The table where he and Allison had poured over the ledgers was on its side. One of the chairs had been shattered. Every shelf from the interior stacks had been toppled. Only those against the wall on the far side of the library remained standing, but even they had suffered damage.
            “I thought you’d gone!” Colin embraced Allison.
            “And leave you to have all the fun? Not a chance!”
            Behind him, Colin heard a muffled growl. Turning, he spotted the two henchmen, lying on the floor of the library, back to back and wrapped head to toe in string.  It wound heavily around their mouths, creating an effective gag as well as bindings.
            Colin’s jaw dropped.
            “I figured out a use for the string!” Allison beamed. “Sorry I didn’t come in with it sooner. I had to wait for them to be close enough to get them both in one go.”
            Colin grinned at her. For once he was glad she hadn’t done as he said.
            Allison pulled the amulet out of her bag. “Let’s get out of here!” Colin grabbed her arm, warning her of what had awaited her on the other side. She looked over at the men and scowled. “Well then this is useless.” She exclaimed, tossing the amulet next to the bound men.
            Turning to Colin, she added. “So we can’t get out that way, and we can’t stay here.” She bit her lip, her mood effectively dampened. “What do we do?”
            Colin grinned but said nothing. He led her over to the table where he had left his backpack. In spite of the damage throughout the room, it remained untouched. After checking its contents he pulled the pack over his shoulders and looked around the room one more time. The henchmen were struggling in the bindings, but he couldn’t be sure the string would hold. He wasn’t sure if they could follow him through the hidden doorway. Could he take that chance?
            He walked back toward the shelves and bent down to picked up the saber he had dragged out with him. Holding it out in front of him, he admired the craftsmanship. He wondered what kind of magic it held. But mostly he considered whether he had it in him to kill the henchmen rather than risk their following him.
            A glint of light reflected off the blade. Colin turned it slowly, repeating the motion that created the effect, tracking its reflection. It had landed on one of the fallen paintings. It was large enough to create a makeshift wall.
            “I don’t understand.” Allison interrupted his thoughts. “What are we doing?”
            Colin began pulling at the painting, freeing it from the rubble. “Help me with this?” he requested. Allison shrugged and circled to the other side, lifting her end. Together they propped it against a set of tables, blocking their view of the henchmen, but more importantly, blocking the henchmen’s view of them.
            “I don’t want them to see know how we did this.” He whispered, pulling out his key. He looked over at the wall, seeing the outline of, not only the doors, but a transom window above as well. Of course, Allison couldn’t see it, but she gave him a look of understanding. They picked their way through the rubble and Colin inserted the key into the lock and pushed the door open.  Although the windows were over a drop of at least several hundred meters, the door opened onto a stone patio enclosed by a low wall.
            “I’ll never get used to that.” Allison whispered under her breath as she stepped through the doorway. Colin wondered what it looked like to her, seeing a wall, and then suddenly seeing a door that he could see all along.
            Behind them there was a crash. Lem (or was it Jing?) cursed. The makeshift wall fell over. The henchmen were unraveling themselves out of the remainder of their bonds, staring at the open doorway with looks of shock on their faces.
            “Time to go!” Colin announced, shoving the door closed.  He pulled out the key and the door disappeared.  An arm reached through one of the broken windows, followed by Jing’s head and shoulder. For a moment it looked like He was going to attempt to climb out. Luckily for him, the man realized the sheer drop below and pulled himself inside with a growl.  Seconds later, a pounding sounded on the other side of the wall where  Colin and Allison stood.
            “Can they get through?” Allison asked.
            Colin tried to sound confident. “I don’t think so. They can’t  see the door. I don’t think it exists for them.”
            “Just to be sure, let’s not stick around.” Allison suggested.

            The courtyard was large, but empty. To their right was an opening in the wall where a decorative iron gate hung open. As they passed the threshold of the gate, they heard the muffled sounds of the angry men from whom they had escaped. Before them was a curiously paved path that led along the mountainside. They weren’t sure where they were going, but it had to be better than the fate that awaited them with the henchmen. And at last they were free from the confines of the Mountain Manor.

Wednesday, March 16, 2016

Getting it Write

Wow! A year since I've touched this blog. (more than, actually) 

To be honest, I had to do a little digging just to find it. When I first started it, I wasn't sure what it was going to be. I have so many creative endeavors in my life, after all. But many things have changed since I started. For one, I'm living in a new house with few, if any, DIY projects to attack. I do the occasional sewing or crafty project, but none on a regular basis. Most of my creative thought has been going into my writing.

OK, when I say most if I am being honest, it still isn't much. I write a lot for awhile and then I stop. But I want to make this writing thing a habit. 

That brings me to this blog. It's the perfect opportunity to get me going with the writing- and to keep me going, if I make a habit of it. 

I have my notebook for handwritten things. I have scrivener and word on my computer. I don't want to spread things out too much, but it seems I need a place to write about my writing. Or to maybe share my writing, if anyone happens by and wants to see it. 

Later on I might try to dress things up a bit. Add photos maybe? But for now, I just need to get myself into a habit of writing. 

So here it is. 

Tuesday, January 27, 2015

It's been ages since I've blogged. That said, I have been writing. This is somewhere in the middle of an idea that I have.

            The Devil’s Dilemma was not the kind of establishment Allison had ever imagined herself frequenting. In fact, the large, red devil’s head on the sign was enough to prevent her from crossing the threshold entirely. Allison reminded herself that Louisa’s instructions were very specific. She took a deep breath and entered.
            The proprietor greeted her immediately. The red-faced man had a prominent nose and chin. He wore his graying hair styled into points on either side of his crown, like a devil’s horns. There was no subtlety in his appearance. Allison tried not to stare.
            “I am Mr. Cruz.” He announced with a flourish. “Welcome to The Devil’s Dilemma!” He bowed deeply and without skipping a beat, took Allison by the hand and led her into the heart of the shop.
            The displays within The Devil’s Dilemma consisted of an odd mix between what one would find in an antique shop and an electronics repair shop. Some of the items appeared positively ancient. Others looked shiny and new. A smart phone (still in its packaging) lay next to a rusted hammer. Allison spotted the mounted head of a water buffalo hanging on the wall above an old-fashioned console television, complete with rabbit ears. The organization made no sense. Or probably it made no sense to anyone with the exception of Mr. Cruz, who appeared to know every inch of the place. It didn’t take long for Allison to suspect that every item was placed just as it was for a specific purpose.
            “Here,” he suggested, picking up a jewel encrusted tiara, “This should be perfect for a beautiful young lady such as yourself!” He offered the tiara to Allison, but she kept her hands down at her side.
            “It’s lovely, but I’m not a tiara kind of girl.” She answered, remembering what Louisa had told her. She would be drawn to the item that would aid her most, and was to touch nothing until she was certain. The tiara held no such appeal.
            Mr. Cruz led her around display tables and cases, showing her an assortment of objects. Allison politely acknowledged each, but never ventured to examine any of them, no matter how much the proprietor insisted.
            “You are obviously here by referral.” He frowned.
            “Mmm hmm.” Allison replied vaguely. He had guessed that she had been warned of his tricks and was obviously fishing to find out who had revealed his secrets. It was no matter to Allison. She wouldn’t give up Louisa.
            The proprietor changed tactics, opting to follow her around as she perused the contents of the dusty little shop. Every once in awhile he would draw her attention back to an object she had just passed. It finally dawned on her that Mr. Cruz was trying very hard to lead her away from one particular corner. The more he tried to keep her away, the more drawn she was to it.
            The more she insisted in moving toward that corner, the more agitated Mr. Cruz became, and the more agitated he became, the redder his face appeared, making him look even more like the devil that adorned the sign outside the little shop. Allison grew uneasy as the pitch of the man’s voice became higher. But she knew the rules. Once a customer entered his shop, he could persuade- even tempt the buyer- but he couldn’t force a sale. The customer was always right.
            Allison pushed past the proprietor to a bookshelf leaning against the back wall. There wasn’t a lot there. Nothing was particularly hidden. So what was it that he didn’t want her to see?
            Just as Louisa had told her, Allison knew immediately what it was that she was here to buy. A short stack of books lay on one of the shelves, a coat of dust covering them, as if books were the least desirable of all the treasures to be found in the magical junk shop.
            “I love to read.” Allison ventured.
            Mr. Cruz picked up the red book on top. It had a soft leather cover tied shut with a beaded ribbon. “An excellent choice!” he praised, gesturing for Allison to pick it up.
            “I would like to know what it is I am getting.” She hinted. Knowing that it was no use trying to trick her, Mr. Cruz untied the ribbon and opened the book, turning the pages slowly so that Allison could get a good look. It was a book of colorful illustrations. Shining palaces topped with silver minarets surrounded by sandy deserts and shimmering oases adorned the pages. It was utterly magical and indeed, very tempting. But Allison was not drawn to this book.
            “As stunning as it is,” Allison complimented, “I enjoy a book with a little more reading so I can let my own imagination do the illustrating.”
            “Of course.” The proprietor replied, setting aside the red book and picking up the next one on the stack.
            It was a thin, yellow hardbound book. As the proprietor thumbed through the pages, Allison looked over his shoulder, noting that this was written in the form of a script. “You’ll see,” Mr. Cruz indicated a page in the front “It is signed by the author.”
            Allison noticed the signature of William Shakespeare. In any other world, she would doubt the authenticity of a bound tome signed by a sixteenth century writer, but here in the gyre, it did not seem at all out of the ordinary. Nonetheless, this was not the object that Allison desired.
            “Tempting.” She answered, leaning in, “But what about the green one?”
            Was it her imagination? Or did Mr. Cruz visibly relax when she suggested the next book in the stack? Allison reached for the third book before she could be shown the contents. Instead of taking it, however, Allison pushed her hand toward the proprietor’s wrist, knocking the book from his grasp.
            “Excuse my clumsiness.” Allison apologized.
            “No harm done.” He smiled, reaching down to pick up the dropped item.
            Quickly, Allison reached over his hunched back and scooped up the object that had drawn her attention: a small, worn, leather bound journal in black.
            The older man’s face fell when he realized what Allison held in her hand.
            “I don’t think you can afford that one.” He scowled. “It’s a valuable object of powerful magic. Much too powerful for you, I think.”
            His expression made Allison fearful. Louisa had said he could do no real harm, but at this moment she wasn’t so sure. She only hoped that Louisa was right about this -and the method of payment. If she lacked the funds for the exchange, she would be in breech of contract, the deal would be off and she would be in the control of Mr. Cruz.
            “I’m sure I have enough.” She responded, hoping she sounded confident.
            “One hundred twenty.” The proprietor demanded, holding out his hand for payment. Allison pulled the coin purse from her satchel. It had been empty when she had taken it from Louisa, but now it was heavy with gold. She poured the contents into Mr. Cruz’s hand and turned to leave.
            “There is only one hundred here!” he protested. “Where is the rest?”
            Allison swallowed. Louisa had explained that the magical purse would always produce exactly what was needed. No more, no less. She straightened her shoulders, looking down at the man, realizing only now how much shorter he was than she.
            “When I was referred to your establishment,” Allison maintained, “I was told that in spite of your rather unusual practices, you would be fair in your dealings. If I have given you one hundred, it is because one hundred is what this object is worth. I wouldn’t have you taking advantage of me just because I am young and you think I’m uninformed.”
            Mr. Cruz frowned and looked down into his palm, fingering the gold coins. For a moment, Allison wasn’t sure how she’d get out of this, but finally he waved her toward the door without a word.
            Allison breathed a sigh of relief as she exited The Devil’s Dilemma. Truth be told, she had no idea what kind of monetary system they had here in the gyre. She didn’t know the value of the coins the purse had produced. One hundred or one thousand…. It was all a mystery to her. She stuffed the now empty coin purse and the little black journal into her satchel. She would make sense of what it was and how it worked when she returned to Wisteria Cottage.