But at the same time, I know it might not happen. It is difficult to keep my feet on the ground and my head out of the clouds, but I reach higher and higher each time I sit down to write. I find myself anxious, thinking, "War of Flames will be what makes me. It will become who I am in this world. It will be how I get my standing."
And then I realize, War of Flames may get me no where. People may not read it. May not like it. May hate it. I could become the next Stephanie Meyer for my faults and failures. But, on the same coin, I realize, I could be in the same ring as Tolkien.
As if. That man's writing is superb and absolutely bloody insane.
Also. The Anxious Writer has an Arcana teaser for you.
Standing above her guests, watching over them on the balcony on the second floor of the White Rose Villa made her feel like God in her own home. Her hands covered in white gloves rest on the railing that kept her from falling over, blue eyes scanning the ballroom. Tonight was a night of celebration for the Captain of The Arcana. Autumn Eve Trinity, successful in her one hundredth job, which was to capture a highly wanted criminal named Gambit.
If it had not been for President Kelly asking her and the fact she knew this woman, only briefly in her youth, then the celebration would be held elsewhere. Emma did not like having too many people in her home. It was difficult for her to even tolerate The Hellfire Club, of which she was the White Queen, there.
Her icy gaze narrowed on the Captain, a woman awkward to be called such as she looked around nervously. She was speaking with the president, but never once met his gaze. His horrible, sickening gaze was only to be rivaled by her very own. The good Captain's hair was tied in a bun that was steadily coming undone as she nodded fast and looked around faster.
<i>“Stoptalkingstoptalkingstoptalking. God, why are you still talking? I did what you wanted, now go away! Gogogogogogo!”</i>
Her mind was running faster than anyone else at the party. Shame that she was the guest of honor. President Kelly had that effect on most Captains, however. He held their lives in his hands, crushing them with a mere smile and flick of the wrist. She had seen it happen in the past, and knew it would happen in the future. This Captain, Autumn, would surely fall like the rest.
<i>“You're going to kill him. Why discuss him with me? Those eyes... Those wonderful eyes... Gone from my life in a blink. That man, a thief of hearts... Kelly, why? He was just some common thief..!”<i>
Emma chuckled and turned away, heading for the stairs. The crazed Captain had fallen for the man she had captured. That was new. Then again, most Captains were male, sent after male targets and it was very rare a gay one survived past the Academy.
The song changed as her foot met the floor past the final step, changing to a beautiful, passionate waltz mid-song. A small smirk played on her lips as she calmly stepped over to President Kelly and the Captain. The young woman seemed almost relieved to see her arrival, and quickly relaxed.
“President Kelly, Miss Trinity.” Emma nodded her head to both of them, eyes barely catching Autumn's. The Captain's eyes almost appeared gold tonight, but she knew them to be brown. On occasion they would look desaturated if she were doing something rather forbidden.
The Captain of The Arcana, like all the ones before her, was a mutant. The Arcana was Kelly's way of getting rid of the mutants in the military. He was a sly bastard at best, but he knew very little about the sort of thing he was dealing with. Mutants were all around him. In his military, working as his servants, and even in the well-loved Hellfire Club that influenced him so greatly. If only he knew.
“Ah, Miss Frost!” Kelly exclaimed, gray gaze turned toward her. A smile stretched across his thin lips. “So lovely of you to come see your guests. It has been far too long!”
“Has it, dear President?” Emma said smoothly, offering him a modest smile and keeping her eyes down at his hands that now wrapped around one of her own. The poison in her eyes was easily hidden by her gaze and smooth, luxurious voice. “Why, it seems like only yesterday we were discussing your latest campaign against the mutant race!”
It was a lie that he accepted so easily as truth. He was such a tool, accepting anything that rolled smoothly off the tongue of a beautiful woman. He offered a casual laugh, gaze turning to the Captain again. The hatred he had for her was almost visible when he looked at her. The girl had done everything he asked, bending over backwards for his approval, only to earn his bitter gaze and poisonous silky words.
“Might I have a moment alone with our lovely guest of honor, President Kelly?” Emma asked casually, looking Autumn over slowly. Navy blue dress, dark red corset, lighter blue sash held together with a little clock with pearls wrapping around it made up a very simple dress. No jewelry or embellishments offered her any extra glamor or attention. She was quite plain and dingy compared to everyone else. A mere weed in comparison to herself.
“Of course, of course!” There was a slight hesitation in his words, concern in his voice. He lingered before briskly walking away to harass another member of his precious military. A man in his inner circle, one of the commanders she imagined.
Emma's attention fled back to Autumn. The look in her eyes was a mixture of relief and rising fear. The thoughts spinning in her little head were of the same message. The poor girl could hardly tell if she was friend or foe. Chasing away President Robert Kelly apparently was not enough to convince her of her intentions. Such a daft child.
Sincerely,
Your Anxious, Wannabe Author, Krystiana
Love the teaser!
ReplyDeleteAs for those hopes and dreams, we all have them. Writers have to keep dreaming and yet also have to be realistic. Whatever happens, you told the story and even if no-one other than you ever reads it, you have succeded.