I’ve been particularly “writerly” lately for reasons that I will explain in a post later in the week. The result is that this week’s #MissMuseMe pic (see below) gave me some ideas of wisdom that might be given to my protagonist (now that I’ve finally figured out what is/may happen in that story I’ve been working on since forever). The pic has nothing to do with the story by itself, but I’m sure you’ll recognize the line it inspired… Or at least I hope you will!
It’s rough, not even a full scene.
And it lacks the character names, as they are still under construction.
But it’s a start!
It’s been too long since I wrote, I mean really really wrote…
From behind pointy eyebrows stared a pair of wizened eyes, glistening with the misty haze of eons passed. They swept over her young frame, noting the youthful glow that surrounded her and the smile she thought hid her naivete; a smile that was beginning to tremble at the edges the longer he stayed silent.
How dare she flounce into his library and issue an ultimatum? He did not care who she was; royal bloodline be damned! He had seen kings and queens alike tumble and fall from their graceful pedestals into the muck, only to be ripped to shreds by the commoners whose blood had been used to fuse together the cement to make those very same pedestals.
He wanted to shout at her, to remind her who he was and what he could do to her. He wanted to shake loose his human form, and unfurl his massive golden wings and smile wide, his big toothy grin before simply letting out a snort to blow her tiny, young body right back out the door.
Luckily for her, he was too dignified for such a thing. Besides, his precious books would be damaged if he did so. Instead, he put his spectacles back on his human nose and said:
“When all the world is seen only in shades of black and white, the greatest safari is not to hunt the zebra, but rather to scour the earth for reds and blues and other shades of dissent. You will learn, but for now, get out of my library.”