It´s been a while since my last post, so I guess it´s time for an update on my various projects. First off, Genesis is in its final stages of self-editing. As soon as I get through every missing description, and badly worded dialogue, I´ll send it off to my editor. She has a very full schedule, so I cannot say how that phase will take, but I´ll keep you all posted as soon as I have some new info. I also have a Super Secret Project going, which will surprise some of you, while others will say "I knew it!" Let´s just say that if you like my books you´ll definitely love this one!
And then there is RIFT. I´m trying out different writing methods, in order to become a better, faster writer, and for RIFT, I´ve begun writing short beats as a middle ground between pantsing (writing without a specific plan, letting creativity flow freely) and outlining (planning every scene beforehand). The beats are really helpful, and keeps me on track without limiting my writing to a strict plan, and thus hampering creativity. I might use this method more, since I find it´s a very useful technique that suits me well.
Here´s another scene, where Dave finally reaches the grounds of the secretive Wardens.
RIFT, Scene 6
The train moved quietly through the landscape and the only sound was the low chatter among initiates. The further west they went, the more sparse the habitation. Finally there were nothing but untouched nature as far as the eye could see. Dave knew he should get some sleep, but he was far too nervous to even try. There weren't many Warden initiates, and most were from places he'd barely heard of. He didn't know the others from Charlestown, and even they mostly kept to themselves, so he had no idea what to expect.
One thing was that the Wardens were a mystery in themselves. Another was that no one told him anything, even though he noticed some of the initiates talked to each other as if they knew more than he did. He just sat there, by himself, staring out the window, as the train sped west, through the rolling hills and the valley beyond, of which he'd only read in school text books. Soon he was farther west than he'd ever been, further than anyone were allowed. Obviously, the Wardens were allowed out here though.
When the train slowed down and finally halted he was dead tired and excited all at once. A man in olive fatigues and a shaggy beard ushered them out of the cart and onto a platform where several others were waiting. Most wore the same fatigues, but he noticed that although they had some resemblance to the militaristic Guardians, with uniforms and certainly a chain of command of sorts, these looked like they all had adapted their individual styles. There were bandanas and hats abound, but also uncovered heads, shades, tattoos, and even a few short sleeves. Off in a corner of the platform, a couple of young men and a woman were smoking, a sickly sweet scent that told him that this was definitely an illegal substance. He'd never actually smelled it, let alone smoked it, but he remembered learning about it once, in class. They said it was dangerous and would kill you. When they noticed him staring, they grinned at him and laughed. He quickly averted his eyes.
"Hey! Watch where you're going." One of the other initiates, a girl, said. She smiled as he fumbled, almost lost his footing. She was lean, and looked fit, with full lips and auburn, close cropped hair. He'd noticed her boarding the train at one of the last stops, and she was one of those initiates who already seemed to know their way around. She offered her hand.
"Liz." He took her hand, and shook it.
"I guess you haven't tried kissweed before, have you?" she said. He shook his head. She chuckled, but didn't say anything. A grey bearded fellow who stood out, not just because of his multi-colored shirt, but also because he was obviously an authority here, walked across the platform and stood in front of them.
"Allright, initiates, listen up." He said loud enough for everyone to hear.
"I'll give you no speech, promise. I just want you to know that you are welcome, and that I hope you will settle in here. In the next few weeks you will learn more of the Wardens, and our role in the Covenant." He paused, a knowing smile breaking through the thick beard.
"Trust me; you don't know half of it." And with that, he turned and left, leaving the initiates standing idly.
"Well, that was brief." Liz said. Dave wondered what would happen next, and he didn't have to wait for long. A lanky fellow, around twenty-five, with sand colored hair and sunburnt skin, tattoos snaking up his neck, came up to them, carrying a note pad. He wore a name tag that said "Searles".
"Names." He said, sounding almost bored. They gave him their names, and he found them on his list.
"Wagner, you're in C- house. It's the first one on the left. Sidnell, follow that chubby fellow, and he'll take you to your house. You're in A." he said. They both nodded, and Searles walked over to another group of initiates.
"I guess we'll see each other around then." Liz said.
"Sure. Nice to meet you."
Dave watched her walk away, and turned to see who else was there. One of the initiates from Charlestown, Brian something, was lingering, and Dave walked over to him. They nodded at each other, and Dave thought he remembered where he'd seen him before.
"Did you compete in the math fair last year?" he asked. Brian nodded, and grinned.
"Yeah. No idea why I even made it to the finals; never been any good at it before or later, but my teacher thought I had a head for it. No match for you though." Dave remembered. He'd ended up second, beaten only by Chas. Brian, from a different school, had been pretty good, but nothing like Chas or himself. Smart, but poorly educated.
«So, what do you think all this is? I mean, no one ever told us what the Wardens actually do.» Brian said. Dave just shrugged.
«No idea. But it must have something to do with our location. We are pretty far out west, probably deep into forbidden territory. And from what I can tell, initiates seem smart. Usually not Student smart, perhaps, but intelligence seems to be a criteria. And independence perhaps? They don´t look very disciplined.» he said, gesturing at the kissweed smokers. Brian nodded.
«I guess we´ll know soon enough. It´s just that I hate being kept in the dark.» Dave smiled.
«Maybe that´s another criteria? Curiousity?»
It turned out Brian was also to be living in C- house, so they walked together. It was nice to have a familiar face around, with everything else new and unknown. Dave realized he´d made two new friends in just a short while. Usually, he wasn´t the social type, so this was something new for him. He figured he might fit in just fine here.
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