*is speechless* Jenni, thank you so much! Truth be told, I've been in the doldrums about this whole Macalaure section. I've been pissed at myself for not looking at it sooner, knowing that it needed work, but just assuming that I could pull of a chapter of revisions per week with no problem. I've been having lots of "Dawn, you suck" moments. ;) Which is why I didn't even drag this chapter out until yesterday afternoon and was half-prepared to post that there wouldn't be a chapter this week.
But then I read it...and it wasn't half-bad. It still feels awkward to me in places, like I'm trying to find my voice again, but that'll be pretty easy to take care of during revisions. :)
Your descriptions of Alqualondë and the Telerin people are delightful and my stomach lurched on quite a few occasions when I felt as if I had been transported there.
*squee!bounce!* I don't know if I've mentioned it to you before, but one of the things I'm trying to do in my whole collection of stories is establish a feel for each place I visit. I have this picture of Alqualonde in my head...I love the bit in The Sil about the arch of sea-carved rock and the lamps in the streets; I love the thought of the constant half-light and the lamplight on the water. I love the sea; I have sea-longing, just like an Elf, and the thought alone of Alqualonde makes me want to pack up and head for the ocean. And I'm trying to put this--as well as the more concrete images that I have of the place--into my stories.
I don't think I'm all the way there yet; vivid settings are new to me along with the fantasy genre, but it's getting there. :)
I've walked like that myself to keep my mind off of something.
Me too! I'm the master of psyching myself out when I don't want to do something...which is quite often. ;)
You have captured that spark, that essence, of two young lovers absorbed completely in each other so well! Honestly, I had a tear in my eye as I read it and remembered - yes, remembered! - just how it was way, way, back when I was in the same situation.
Macalaure and Vingarie are a lot of fun for me to write because they're so different from the other couples in this story, who are all fire and passion and angst and sordid romance...but Macalaure and Vingarie are so young and innocent in their love. It's a nice change for a perv like me to try to capture the essence of this sort of love.
I remember too, maybe that's why I can write it well. :) I remember being 15 (the equivalent age of Macalaure and Vingarie) and being in love with Bobby and having all these plans for our lives and what we would do...and this great unknown, too, because I'd yet to learn about marriage and sex and sharing my entire life with a person. It was thrilling and scary...but we plunged on ahead, fearless anyway. That's kind of how I see Macalaure and Vingarie.
*huggles them*
I'm going to enjoy those two in stories to come, I think. :)
Thank you again for your kind words and for a much-needed boost of confidence! Next week's chapter is only half-written--the latter half got eaten by RamBo during his death throes--so hopefully, it'll keep up.
And then Nelyo's section...then the epilogue...and....
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But then I read it...and it wasn't half-bad. It still feels awkward to me in places, like I'm trying to find my voice again, but that'll be pretty easy to take care of during revisions. :)
Your descriptions of Alqualondë and the Telerin people are delightful and my stomach lurched on quite a few occasions when I felt as if I had been transported there.
*squee!bounce!* I don't know if I've mentioned it to you before, but one of the things I'm trying to do in my whole collection of stories is establish a feel for each place I visit. I have this picture of Alqualonde in my head...I love the bit in The Sil about the arch of sea-carved rock and the lamps in the streets; I love the thought of the constant half-light and the lamplight on the water. I love the sea; I have sea-longing, just like an Elf, and the thought alone of Alqualonde makes me want to pack up and head for the ocean. And I'm trying to put this--as well as the more concrete images that I have of the place--into my stories.
I don't think I'm all the way there yet; vivid settings are new to me along with the fantasy genre, but it's getting there. :)
I've walked like that myself to keep my mind off of something.
Me too! I'm the master of psyching myself out when I don't want to do something...which is quite often. ;)
You have captured that spark, that essence, of two young lovers absorbed completely in each other so well! Honestly, I had a tear in my eye as I read it and remembered - yes, remembered! - just how it was way, way, back when I was in the same situation.
Macalaure and Vingarie are a lot of fun for me to write because they're so different from the other couples in this story, who are all fire and passion and angst and sordid romance...but Macalaure and Vingarie are so young and innocent in their love. It's a nice change for a perv like me to try to capture the essence of this sort of love.
I remember too, maybe that's why I can write it well. :) I remember being 15 (the equivalent age of Macalaure and Vingarie) and being in love with Bobby and having all these plans for our lives and what we would do...and this great unknown, too, because I'd yet to learn about marriage and sex and sharing my entire life with a person. It was thrilling and scary...but we plunged on ahead, fearless anyway. That's kind of how I see Macalaure and Vingarie.
*huggles them*
I'm going to enjoy those two in stories to come, I think. :)
Thank you again for your kind words and for a much-needed boost of confidence! Next week's chapter is only half-written--the latter half got eaten by RamBo during his death throes--so hopefully, it'll keep up.
And then Nelyo's section...then the epilogue...and....
*refuses to think about that*