Wednesday, June 30, 2010

Story Starter

So, as I was alternately dozing and trying to talk myself into getting out of bed this morning, there came unto me a thought for a possible story. I half dreamed, half imagined a frazzled sort of character who is led out of his/her mundane existence into a world of wonder by a white Cornish Rex cat. Yep, the gaunt-looking wooly ones with the wonky whiskers.

It sounds like a cross between the White Rabbit and the Cheshire cat, but I may not care. I haven't decided yet. I'll check again after I've had my coffee.

Monday, June 28, 2010

Skysnakes (working title)

I've always enjoyed the aerial acrobatics of the skysnakes. I love how their bodies twist and writhe improbably around their wings, how their scales catch the sunlight and splinter it into vibrant shards of color.

That day, though, something in their dance seemed off. Instead of their usual lithe grace, they snapped through the air like pennants in a gale. Their agitation made me uneasy. I sighed. I wanted to investigate, but my mistress was likely already plotting my not-quite-demise for daydreaming. Again. Shrugging to myself, I stood. May as well indulge in a crime worthy of the punishment.

The bluff where I perched was perfect for watching skysnakes, being somewhat above the canopy of trees, but it didn't have any direct path to the forest floor. I chose the spot that seemed least steep and stepped out onto the scree. Descending the gravelly slope was awkward in my skirts and at one point an exposed root caught one of my braids, leaving me twisting like a malformed skysnake until I freed it, but I reached the bottom mostly unscathed.

Staring into the shadowed depths of the forest, I began to regret my latest rash decision. If this something was enough to alarm an entire flock of skysnakes, did I really want to tangle with it? My indecision vanished with the distant sound of my name and I slipped into the forest.

So, I started this story on Saturday and I think I like it so far. What will our heroine find in the forest? Well, I'm not sure yet. You'll know as soon as I do, though. ;)

The Quest

That night, I couldn't sleep,
For the moon had stolen my dreams
And written them on her face.

So I wandered to the beach,
Finding there a moonbeam
Like a staircase.

I ascended,
To demand my dreams of the moon.

They found me near dawn,
Curled on the sand,
Staring into the tide,
With fading starlight in my hair.

I wrote this poem several years ago while listening to "Cursum Perficio" by Enya. It sounded a lot more ominous while I was writing it. And even though it's written in first person, I really don't know what went down in those pre-dawn hours and I wonder about it sometimes...


Welcome to my new blog! This is going to be my place to post random writings and share them with whoever happens along. Should be fun!

So, you're probably wondering about the name. Kamayeth is NOT the name my parents came up with for me, which probably saved me a lot of grief in school. I made it up as a character name for Guild Wars. No joke. I use it in other (mostly free) MMOs, too, so if you game and come across a Kamayeth, it's probably me. Feel free to say hi! Or say it here. Y'know, whatever's easiest for you.

As far as content, I write a lot of fantasy fiction, but I'll probably have some "slice of life" stuff, too. I'll just be posting whatever I decide to post. See, it's my blog, so I can do that.

Hope you enjoy!