Write off, write on.

Been reading a bit about various stresses that can hinder a writer. 

For me its pretty simple: Self doubt and a messy house kill any hope for work.

Yesterday it was all too much. I have been listening to a very famous fantasy book on my rides to work and had that horrible feeling when you realise someone else has already used some cool plot points. Sigh. I know everything has been used before, and that the book I saw this in is by no means the prime source. But you know. Depressing none the less. 

Then I wanted to write yesterday and the house was saying no. Piles of clothes, a floor strewn with the discarded remnants of a 2.5 yr old. It was all too much. Started to clean and the bloody vacum broke. So new vacum and a full day of spring cleaning later, and today things went much better.

Unlike my usual trudge through the editing process, I was able to tick off eight chapters of the Very Final, And I Really Mean It This Time, Last Draft. 

Wax on. Wax off. Be like water making its way through cracks. And everybody was kung fu fighting.

So in celebration for the light at the end of the tunnel I am starting to see, here is another sample of The Dragon and the Crow. Now with added spells!

Remembering a trick he had learned to use with his older brother, Brin let his body go as slack as a bag of grain. Grunting with surprise Gath fell forward just as Lúndo finally got out his spell.

  
'Solsol sollalafa mifalala mire faremi fa la mimifado lasi dore!' the boy let out in one quick burst of words.

Brin jumped sideways, spinning around and pulling free from Gath's embrace as a gale of wind sprang from nowhere. Instead of Brin, Gath was caught in the full force of Lúndo's magick. He yelped like a lost calf as he crashed through the branches of one tall Adler, then struck the trunk of another. There was the sharp sound of things breaking, and Gath fell to the ground, wailing. 

So what do you think about the spell? Does the language read well? does it fit the prose? 

T.B.