World building is one of my favorite parts of the writing process. I adore coming up with all the rules for the magic, the names for the places, and the different kinds of people that you’ll discover in my world. A good 90% of my world building doesn’t even appear in a book anywhere, it’s just fascinating information I have to draw on as I’m creating new stories in that world.
With NaNoWriMo on the horizon, I’ve been looking back through some of my older work for inspiration, and I thought I’d share a bit with you about one of my oldest worlds. Like many of my worlds, there are many stories I’ve written there, but none of them have ever made it out of my computer for very long. There’s one world in particular that I’m incredibly fond of, but may never publish a story in. This was my very first complete world building experience. I called it Alimonhal. Continue reading
I was looking through some old files this week, and came across one of the short stories I’m actually proud of. I struggle with short stories, because I always want to tell more and make the story bigger and longer, which is why I predominantly write novels. There are a few short pieces I’m proud of, and this is one of them. I originally wrote this for a fiction course in college. I also did a bit of work on it in 2007 and actually sent it out to a few magazines in an attempt to get it published as part of a course I was taking in graduate school. I haven’t worked on it since, but I thought I would share it with you here since I’m still rather fond of the story.
The Souls in Their Eyes
By Heather C. Wright
Dawn comes in a fiery blaze of red. Rhoash sits on the bed looking out the window to her left. She hasn’t slept at all. She can’t remember ever sleeping the night before her birthing day celebration. Each birthing day brought more responsibilities with it but this one is different. Almost a year ago her body began to follow the cycles of the moon, meaning that this year she celebrates her entrance into womanhood. No more wearing my brothers’ outgrown shirts and breeches. The sun rises above the buildings in the distance, momentarily blinding her, Rhoash closes her eyes. Continue reading