Below are the 2 most recent journal entries recorded in travelintheway2's LiveJournal:

Sunday, November 21st, 2004
5:55 pm	A note Hi guys! If any of you have been wondering about my story, don't worry, it's still being churned out. I'm a few thousand words behind right now, and for the last couple of weeks, I've been barely staying on task. I'll post some of the stuff I wrote, but I'm having major writers' block at the moment and trying to write the ending, so I'll hold off posting that. I'm worried that I'm rushing the plot at the halfway point (a major thing happens), but I was flipping through some of my books, and almost all of them have a major thing happen in the middle that could be a little story in itself, so I suppose I'm not too worried. I also have to catch up on everyone else's! School is seriously bitch-slapping me, but as one of my friends reminds me, it's just school. Current Mood: Falling behind Current Music: Control, Puddle of Mudd (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Sunday, October 31st, 2004
10:56 pm	Post the first One hour from lift-off! During the summer, long before I remembered NaNo, I was reading JRR Tolkien's Middle Earth epic poems. And I got madly jealous and came down with an inferiority complex when I tried to write one of my own. It's much shorter, and it is the base of my NaNo this year! Lays of the Shifting Sands, Canto XII: The Fall of the Irîn God the Creator, all-mighty and wise Our source of all truth, destroyer of lies, Before mortal bodies time made to fail, He set the fiery sun, moon and stars pale To glow for creatures who wander the earth, One day would know pain, great pleasure, and mirth. Beyond this sphere, bright he fashioned in flame, Children of Spirit, the pure, free of blame, From whence came the Irîn, Watchers divine Teachers of virtue to newborn Mankind. To instruct they were clothed even as Man Though they did not waste whilst moon faces wan. Years Irîn remained untouchéd by stain They prayed and kept holy, long did disdain Rich wine and rich figs, rich daughters of Men. Eyes low when she passed, but one looked again. Souls no more alight, now darkened with lust. Expelled by God’s law, dwell mortal they must. The Watchers took wives, and children they bore Such joys of the Earth they knew, but ne’er more Would see or hearken or taste Paradise Thence hymns of Spirit for wailing child cries. Small innocent children born into sin In chaos to live and theirs noisome din. Onyx their limbs or alabaster fair Flames gold and crimson and night dark their hair, No fell ones alike, but ev’ry did shine Of mother earth-born and father divine And limbs of great strength, great stature bestowed. The fell children grew to warriors proud. Tales ever won and renown ever sought Vain lived they for war, for blood without thought. Glad heroes they died as all mortals fade. Their souls torn from birth ‘til in the earth laid Fair bodies whose spirits never led home Abyss or to glory, left lonely to roam. For destiny rent in twain did they curse, And Men called them demons, branded them worse Than death. Men called on priests and God most High To cast out the unclean that they might die. The spirits were forced from the unwilling flesh Not dead but pale, their moans ever unblest. In present days they sigh o’er the shifting sand Fair bodies long dead, far gone from the land. Revenge swore the wraiths of fell ones’ return, When daughters forget, when angels’ hearts burn. Profane and the sacred shall mingle below The stars, and earth give feast for circling crow. I know there are some place where the rhythm doesn't seem quite right. I did that on purpose, don't worry! Comments? I'm rather proud of it, even though I usually don't do rhyming poetry. Okay, okay, I'll make this first bit public; a lot of people seem to be doing that. But don't no one steal my pome! My pome! If I add another 'm', that is French for apple (or possibly potato). Hmm. Current Mood: excited Current Music: Thinkin' About You, Trisha Yearwood (Comment on this)