I’ve been somewhat lax in updating my blog, but not in keeping up with my commitment to write fiction every day.
The following is a new beginning to a fantasy story called “Hope.” The original beginning was the piece I submitted in order to get into Orson Scott Card’s Literary Boot Camp. Although it was good enough for that purpose, the story started at the wrong point in time, and almost immediately moved into a flashback.
I wrote this on the plane to Seattle last Friday.
Kodara had just turned sixteen, and she hummed a little tune while pretending to dance with someone. She was wearing the dress her father had given her that morning. It was, he had told her, in the latest style being worn in the City of Zerul, and she could hardly wait to show it off at a party the mayor was holding the next night. The mayor