Ok, so I have a bit of a problem logging in regularly. That goes for writing in general. HOWEVER, for the fall I have a handy new schedule that includes writing time. I've also made some decisions:

1. I have to get over the must-edit-now syndrome.
2. Dragon Girl will be my 2008 NaNoNovel. I'm thinking of using it as a practice novel and just publishing it here as I write it.

I found this great writing podcast called "Writing Excuses" @ http://www,writingexcuses.com.

Hope to blog more often,

-D-E L

I'm alternating between two books at the moment. I want to write the end of The Sword and The Stone, and a new creation, Dragon Girl. It's actually not fantasy, it's about a girl named Ellie (short for Eleanor) who finds a real live dinosaur. It sounds weird I know, and I wanted a fantasy feel, but since it's set in the present, I get a chatty modern voice instead. This will take some work.

~Donna-Elizabeth

...believe it or not.

I have a lot of excuses! First off, someone at the tournament was sick, so everyone in my family but me got the 'flu (as in the real 'flu). I just had a cold, but I was still miserable. Another thing, which has nothing to do with why I haven't blogged, I can't get the flu vaccine because it's grown in eggs (as in chicken eggs), so I'm out to prove that the vaccine isn't necessary by never getting that particular sickness. Back to the topic at hand, I have not been allowed on the computer that much, mainly because I've been too busy and it is now Script Frenzy.

In short? I have been very bad and am with out excuse.

~Donna-Elizabeth

I must confess that you won't be hearing much from me, since I have a Speech & Debate tournament this week.

I just finished Book of a Thousand Days by Shannon Hale. It's a great book, though there are some weird parts such as a polytheistic religion. I love Hale's voice. It's in journal format, hence the 1000 days, but when I added them up, it comes to 1110.

Writing has been going slowly. I need to find more time to work. I have to be careful, because sometimes outlining throws me off. I can't put chapter marks in my outline because my material is inevitably shorter and I find myself stretching which istn't fun, so I stop writing.

~Donna-Elisabeth

  Happy Valentines Day!

5 random facts about myself:

1. I'm allergic to everything;

2. I've been dancing for nine years;

3. I've been in four countries, USA, Denmark, Canada, and Norway;

4. I don't drink caffeine;

5. I'm English, Irish, Scotch, Cherokee, half Norwegian, part German, possibly French on my Mom's side, and my great grandmother was Bavarian by adoption.

5 weird things about myself:

1. I'm addicted to noise;

2. My bone age (devolempent of my bones as compared to the average person's age) is traditionally 11/2 years behind;

3. I don't like coffee;

4. I'm nocturnal;

5. I get hyper when I'm tired;

5 things on my desk

1. Paper;

2. Pencils (my desk decor is really imaginative);

3. A Stapler;

4. Tape;

5. Paper clips (see what I mean?);

5 of your best friends:

1-5. People you have never met.

5 things you love to do:

1. Write a certain novel;

2. Debate;

3. Speech;

4. Ballet;

5. Tie: Sleep, eat.

5 people you tag:

~Donna-Elizabeth

I got tagged by Alatriel but there's a section where I have to fill out a section about five weird things about myself and the only weird thing is that I'm not at all weird. or is that wierd? So there's something to look forward to on Thursday.

Writing has gone slower than anticipated. Instead of 6000 wirds a week, I'm managing half that much. That adds about 13 weeks to my estimate of how long it takes to get published.

I've had my fling at blogging every day, so now I'm going to start a new system in which I blog on Tuesdays and Thursdays. We'll see if I can keep that one up.

Chapter 2 has a paragraph or two of backstory, so I'm gonna post that in the near future in case you think it's too long.

I'm in a dilemma. Should I post the next chapter, or should I leave it hanging? I've determined that no one can exactly steal any of my work as long as anyone has commented on it. Reason being that, where as the date on the post themselves can be altered, it is impossible to alter the date on the comments. As long as the comments preceed the date that any material that may be stolen is published, I should be fine.

Let's see now. I plan on 26 chapters, totalling about 78,000 words. That's about 13 weeks. Then a couple months to find an agent. Then a couple more to find a publisher, then about a year to finish the publishing process.

Maybe I won't.

  Comments welcome, but be nice. :) Copyright 2008 Donna-Elisabeth Lee. Please do not reproduce without permission.

“Enter”, King Arrinyo called, leaning forward in his throne towards the other end of the room from whence the knocking came. Mueana obeyed, throwing open the heavy, oaken double doors with the kind of dramatic flair she was known for. “We wish to be left alone”, Arrinyo intimated to those surrounding him, not taking his eyes off Mueana’s shrouded face as the courtiers filed out, and whispering among themselves in a vain attempt to figure out what Mueana wanted alone with the king. 
She advanced forward until she reached the foot of the dais, and then bowed. With a sweeping gesture, she removed her cloak, letting it fall to the ground limply, her long, blond hair cascading down her green dress. Arrinyo started, and then arose in a futile attempt to cover his surprise.
“I see by your reaction that I have come closer than I thought possible after this long time”, Mueana commented, with the hint of a smile playing about her lips. The pair shared most of their singular features: their blond hair, diminutive stature, cat-like quality of movement, and disquieting green and yellow eyes.
Arrinyo marveled as he regained his seat, and his composure, “You look so much like her.”
“The council did not know her, did they?”
“Do not fear on that score”, Arrinyo smiled as if at a pleasant memory, “By the time she was a member of the family, she was dead. You know what you are supposed to do, do you not?”
“Completely”, the nod that accompanied this statement was equally decisive.
“Remember; come back with the twins, or not at all.”
“I shall commit that to memory.”
“Good, then go have fun”, Arrinyo dismissed her.
Mueana bowed and picked up her cloak from off the marble floor, leaving the room with one last parting shot, “Oh, I’m counting on it”.

***

“We’ll need apples, feed for the horses, and eggs since somebody tripped over the basket and broke them all”, Matina listed the necessary supplies, elbowing her brother playfully in the ribs at the last item.
Mateo went on the defensive, “How was I supposed to know you had placed them in the middle of the floor?”, he countered.
“I did not. We’ve been over this before, I have no idea how those eggs ended up in the middle of the floor.”
Mateo remained silent, testing how tender the bruise on his arm, which he had gained from that fateful incident, felt. It was in those few seconds that Matina heard the noise. “What’s that?”
“What’s what?”
“That noise you’re making. Here, stop.” The pair halted. “Now start again.” They walked forward three steps. “You make this clinking sound every time you step. And what’s that smell?” She suspiciously sniffed the air around her. “You’re not wearing the same cloak as you got all the egg on, are you? Do you want the village to think we’re idiots?”
“They already think we’re crazy.” Mateo pointed out. The fact that their family kept to themselves, rarely leaving their mountain, had earned them this reputation.
“Here let me have it. We have time to go back and get a new one.” Matina reached out and grabbed the offending garment, pulling it off her brother. Matina froze, cloak dragging limply along the ground.
“You have…The Sword.” She noted quietly. Mateo shifted his weight uncomfortably, gazing down at the weapon attached to his belt. “Here” Matina held out the foul smelling cape.
“You want me to take it back?” Mateo did not quite know how to react.
“It’s the only one you have that is long enough to cover The Sword.”
“Are you alright?”
“Yes, why?”
“You’re actually not yelling at me for carrying It.”
“Mateo it…it’s kind of hard to explain”, Matina searched her brother’s black eyes. Thismethod of gazing had contributed to their reputation of being mentally unbalanced. “It’s a feeling that you should, no, must do something and that tragedy will occur if you do not.”
“You feel it too?”
By way of reply, Matina reached up to her neck and unclasped a thin silver chain. Slowly, she pulled it out from under her long, black hair, and held it up to the sunlight. On the chain hung a perfectly round, crystal ball, about the size of the stones the twins would skip on their secret pond, inside a silver casing, which was what kept it on the chain. The ball had a light sapphire hue, with an even darker center of similar color. The innermost sphere seemed to be ever in turmoil, heaving violently, with large, purple tinted cracks appearing, and then disappearing. Throughout the outer circle ran colbalt-shaded bands, circling round and round. The whole crystal did not merely catch the sunlight; it shed a light of its own.
“You have The Stone” Mateo stepped back.
“How observant”, Matina quipped.
The pair stood in the path a moment, then turned and headed down towards the village, blissfully unaware of the eyes that were watching from the shadows of the surrounding forest.
The twins soon reached the town gate, stopping shortly to view the advertisements and announcements tacked up upon the community message board before proceeding with their business. Matina was so wrapped up in figuring out who had the best prices for horse feed that she only vaguely heard Mateo the first time.
“Matina.”
His voice cut through Matina’s thoughts, pushing aside all ideas of money and animals, with its numb fear. She sensed his body had tensed as she turned slowly towards him.
“What is it?” She asked.
“There”, he did not point however, so it took Matina a moment to discover the source of his discomfort. Then it hit her like a lightning bolt.

Dangerous

Matina Stragova and Mateo Stragovo.
Twins, possessing black hair and eyes,
About five and a half feet in height.
They may be able to communicate
Without speaking and carry extremely
Dangerous weapons.
They are wanted for committing such
Crimes against his majesty, King Arrinyo
Such as treason, pretentions to the throne
Of Syelmänaye, and consorting with the
king’s enemies.
wanted dead or alive with any weapons
under their possession or in their home.
Generous reward offered.

“Wow.”
“What do you mean wow?” Matina’s voice went shrill.
“I mean that somehow we’ve really done it this time.”
“We have to get out of here”, she turned, heading back up the path at a brisk trot. “Don’t just stand there.”
Mateo hesitated a moment, then he tore the poster off the wall and ran.
In that instant, the weather changed in that way it does when something bad has just happened. No more did Mateo hear the chirping of birds, or the breezes playing happily in the tops of the trees. Instead, the harsh cawing of the Storm Crow, declaring an imminent rain, grated against his ear, and the biting wind chilled the very marrow of his bones. Still he ran. On and on, over the never-ending path. They reached a section of the forest from whence a less traveled road branched off the one they were on. Instinctively, the twins headed for its comparative gloom. Darting in and out of the trees, neither of them noticed that they had left the path and were heading into the shadows. Neither did, that is, until they beheld the giant oak that signaled the middle of the forest. Mateo tried to stop, but merely succeeded in slowing slightly. Hurtling towards the gargantuan tree, his only choice was to throw himself clear as it raced towards him. He cleared his thoughts, gauging the distance so that he would not hit another of the trees in an attempt to avoid this one. He jumped, sailing past the oak, and tripping over one of its large roots. He hit the ground rolling, and continued to do so for a sizable distance, narrowly missing some of the large trunks. His world was tumbling over and over, he lost the ability to move, to think.
“Mateo!” He could hear his sister scream. Then he hit it. It was soft. That was, at least, an indication that it was not a tree his clouded mind decided. He attempted to rise, only then becoming aware of the way his world was churning. Gazing in wonder at the antics of the forest growth around him, he felt his stomach clench. He swayed, coughed, and then wretched violently, bent over double, the tears streaming down his face. “Mateo!” Matina sound miles away, though he could feel her hand on his elbow. Slowly, the world righted itself and he stood up. “Are you alright? I was so…”
“Don’t move.” A voice from behind them commanded. “Who are you?”
The twins knew they had the same thought: change your name. The voice, however did not give them time to answer. “Matina and Mateo. Turn around.”
They obeyed slowly; fear rising in Mateo’s recently appeased stomach. The first thing the pair beheld was the arrowhead. Next came the shaft, closely followed by the feathers and the menacing bow. At last, Mateo beheld her face. She was about five and a half feet tall, clad in green, with long, blond hair tied up in a ribbon, and the oddest eyes. “Sit.” She carefully relaxed the bow, replacing the arrow in her quiver.
“Who are you?” Matina asked nervously.
“They call me Neama. I am sorry for my abrupt interruption, I do not often receive visitors, though I was expecting you two to come along sometime.”
“You…how…how could you expect us?”
“Because I got a powerful elf wizard to make certain circumstances conspired against you two.”
“But why?” Mateo asked. Matina arose, noticing the stream nearby.
“May I get a drink?” she asked.
“I don’t see why not.”
Matina dipped her head under the ice cold water, coming up to hear Neama’s explanation of her conduct while lapping more water from her hands.
“Because you two are the king and queen of Syelmänaye.”
A violent coughing sound came from the river. Matina had accidentally inhaled her handful of water. She recovered, then turned to the impassive Neama.
“I’m sorry, I must have heard you wrong, could you repeat that?”
“I said you two are the king and queen of Syelmänaye.”
“I see.” Matina turned towards the river, gazing up through the trees. Mateo marveled at his sister’s composure, but his wonderment ceased when she turned around.
“Are you crazy? Syelmänaye has a king. This would mean civil war. What are you trying to pull, anyway? How can we even trust you? Are you wanted dead or alive?” She let forth a tirade of questions.
Neama sat through it all, then she spoke. “Last question first: No, I am not wanted dead or alive.”
Mateo inched his hand closer to the hilt of The Sword. “I am merely wanted dead. Neither am I crazy. The man who sits on the throne is not the king. I’m trying to get you two to join the resistance movement against this tyrant, and trusting me is a choice you must make.” She calmly stated.
“We have always been happy here, and we plan to keep it that way” Matina affirmed,
“We have become proficient at raising horses in the way of our parents.”
“What about the wanted poster?” Neama interjected.
Matina hung her head, watching some ants busily scurrying across the forest floor. “That would be a problem.” She conceded.
“Look, I understand that this has come as a shock for both of you.”
“That’s an understatement” Mateo rolled his eyes.
“But I do think this is important. If I am a traitor, you will die, if I am not, but you stay behind, you will probably die as well.”
“That’s encouraging.” Matina quipped.
 “I can’t tell you what you want to hear, only what is true. Why not die in an attempt to save yourself, rather than just sit in your cottage waiting for them to come?”
“We could run off alone without you”, Mateo pointed out.
“Where to? And your parents will...” Neama stopped, frowning slightly at the look that crossed Matina’s face.
“Our parents died last week.” Mateo explained quietly.
“Oh. I’m sorry”, Neama studied the ground, “My parents died when I was about your age. Tell me, did they die of a mysterious illness?”
“Yes, but how did you guess?” Matina looked up.
“That will take some explaining.” 
Matina glanced at her brother, raising her eyebrows slightly. He nodded imperceptibly.
"Alright, we’ll come.”
“Good”.
“But we should stop by our house to pick up some things.”
“Not so good. I do not think this is a very good idea.” Neama warned, rising.
“But we can’t just up and leave”, Mateo pointed out, “There are horses in the barn, chickens, important family heirlooms.”
“I understand. I know of a place where you may store some of your items until the Arrinyo problem is settled.”
“Thank you.” Matina smiled. “If you really believe us to be in so much danger, we had best get going.”
Upon reaching the house, Neama decided that she would wait for the twins while they gathered up any items they viewed to be necessities. Matina tore through the tiny attack searching for treasured keepsakes stored away there. Truth to tell, she was in no great hurry, not sure whether to believe Neama. Downstairs, Mateo packed some food, several items of his warbrobe, which he deemed to be invaluable, and other such objects before running out to set the horses free.
As he re-entered the house, he heard a clinking noise down the path, in the direction of the village.  Peering out the tiny, round window in the front room, he beheld five men, riding on horseback, the sun glinting off their cold, steel armor.
“Matina.” He called to his sister, who was climbing down the ladder from the attic, the bag flung across her shoulder.
Matina slowly approached, glancing around the room to see if Mateo had missed anything.
“What?” She asked, reaching out for a painting of her parents placed on the mantel.
“Come here and look.”
Matina stopped and joined her brother at the window.
“Soldiers.” She breathed.
“Neama wasn’t kidding. We have to leave now”, Mateo grabbed Matina’s sleeve, dragging her towards the back door.
“But Mother and Father…”
“We don’t have time.” They dashed out the back door right as the soldiers dismounted in the front yard. Scattering the recently liberated chickens they marched purposefully towards the house.
The twins rushed down the steep incline behind their house towards the forest.
“Don’t look back!” Neama was yelling from the shade of the trees urging them on, lest the soldiers notice the ravaged house and follow them.
The twins entered the woods, pausing to catch their breath.
“Did they see us?” Matina gasped.
Neama, however, had other ideas. She took off running, and the breathless twins had no choice but to follow her.
They crashed through the underbrush, wooden twigs grasping at their clothing. Mateo began to wish he had not brought The Sword. Its scabbard hit him hard every time he took a step. His side began to ache
“Try breathing”, Neama suggested. She was holding back to keep up with the twins.
Mateo smiled wanly, and then took her suggestion. The pain did not go away, but his side did feel better.
They broke out of the forest, only to see that they had reached a sheer rock wall. Matina and Mateo slowed down, staring up at the great height. Behind them, they could hear a crashing sound in the trees.
“Oh no”, Matina panted, “They saw us!”
Neama beckoned them over to the sheer rock face.
“We can’t climb that!” Mateo observed.
“Shhh.” Neama pushed aside some of the bushes near the cliff, revealing a large cave. “Crawl inside. Quickly.”
The sound of the approaching soldiers grew nearer as the trio clambered through the matted foliage. Just as Neama finished replacing the bushes, they heard the voices of the soldiers outside.
“Are you sure you saw them head this way?” The commander asked.
“Absolutely” the one who replied possessed eyes too small in proportion to the rest of his face, with an aquiline nose and jet black hair.
“Circumstances generally prove you right, but this time you may have met your match”, the leader observed.
“Unless they can fly.” S******ed [Argh! this is a valid word, but they censored it 'cus the middle is another, racist associated word. How annoying. It's synonymous with snickered.] one of the other three men.
Hawk-Nose whirled around, but the speaker did not identify himself.
“Maybe they’re along here somewhere.” Hawk-Nose then turned towards the base of the cliff, searching them for any sign of a hiding place.
Mateo felt fear for the third time in one day. He worried vaguely about being a coward, but those thoughts were quickly pushed aside by the very real and present danger. In case the men could see inside, he pushed himself up against the cave wall, suddenly aware of how small the cavern, which had at first appeared to be huge, really was.
Neama, leaning against the opposite wall, gazed fixedly at the stone ceiling.
“Zylia!” she half whispered. A pool of water appeared in the middle of the floor. “Don’t touch it.” Neama warned.
A face appeared in the glassy water. She was an elf, with black hair and bright blue eyes. Behind her the twins could see a garden, more elves running, or walking through the trees and flowers.
“I heard my name, Neama.”
“We’re having a crisis,” Neama explained.
The soldiers outside had each gotten a stick, each beating the bushes and rock face for hollows in which to hide.
Tap…tap…tap.
Zylia closed her eyes, swaying slightly, her lips moving, but without any sound.
The Hawk-Nosed one drew closer. Matina sucked in her breath, pressing herself even harder against the cave wall.
“This might not work”, Zylia stopped momentarily, “I’m not entirely sure I have your precise location. Geography was never my…”
“Keep going!” Neama interrupted, urgently calling to the puddle of water.
Mateo’s hand wandered once more to the hilt of The Sword. He wondered if he was actually capable of killing anyone. Banging his stick against his bushes, the soldier drew nearer.
Tap…tap…tap.

~Donna-Elizabeth

I have a cold. And a cough. And a fever. As yet, I can only think of one good thing about this cold. So far, my mom has not fed my vile tasting liquids that claim to be medicine. They annoy me greatly. Especially the little ad on the side of the package that says, "The Taste Kids Love!" I'm like "What kind of kids have you been asking? Look, please just forget the grape, tropical, strawberry, and such. Just keep it to water flavored and I'll love ya forever."

Seriously, that stuff is awful. It's like the scene in Babe where Ma won't take the medicine. I know it's supposed to help, but I wouldn't mind if it were in a chocolate bar instead.

The main characters, twins Matina and Mateo, have lived all their sixteen years on the side of one of the mountains surrounding Syelmänaye. Their journey starts when Neama shows up and informs them that they are the heirs to the throne.

They have black hair and eyes, about five feet tall (I'm gonna be short, so all my favorite characters have that characteristic). Stragov means ruler, so when coupled with the femanine (the spelling doesn't look right for some reason) 'a' or masculine 'o' it means queen or king respectively.

Their biggest challenge is coping with the transition into royalty, their parent's death a week before the story starts, and trying to keep the council from doing all the exciting stuff without them. (The council doesn't mean to, they just do it naturally because most of them have been ruling for a hundred hears).

Ok, I'll post some of the chapters. How many I do not as yet know. The first one will come soon, but I have yet to finish the final edit.

It took me FOREVER to find the right voice without being too wordy (I possess, after all, a proclivity for gargantuan, verbose collocations not rife amongst the quotidian homo sapiens). The NaNoWriMo draft was...awful, the second got...better, the third was too wordy, and I'm currently on to the fourth, and perfect, draft. All the others never got as far as Neama's entrance before I got frustrated.

First there was Neama. She started out in an lotr fan fiction. She's kind of an anti-heroine (like a female Han Solo, but not a criminal).  She's about five and a half feet tall, with blond hair and eyes...well that fact is a major key to her identity. She's the one the council sends to fetch Matina and Mateo. Her terrible secret has the council and Alascia hopping for most of the book (it's revealed at the end).

Her favorite memory is playing hide-and-seek with her now dead sister (she is the only surviving member of her family, as far as the other characters know). Neam means sorrow, so everyone knows that some how the usurper, Arrinyo, has done something to her family.

I'm debating wether or not to post chapters, or just descriptions. 

Greetings and salutations to all and sundry!

It's actually snowing and sunny at the same time. I love the way the light reflects off the snow like millions of tiny crystals. But I, alas, am stuck inside, for I am afflicted with the *achoo* (excuse me) Anything-But-Common Cold. The snow knocked the power out this morning, in the middle of my online English class!

I have determined to use this blog to highlight my book, so more on that score to come later.

Greetings and salutations to all and sundry!

I'm Donna-Elisabeth Lee and my current profession is that of the author you've never heard of before. The fact that I'm not as yet published might have something to do with it. I'm working on a fantasy novel called  The Sword and The Stone (original, I know). The Stone can be seen to the left featured prominently as my avatar. All the story happens in a land called Syelmänaye (hence the title of the blog).

 Therefore, after all that, this blog is about nothing in particular.