CampNaNo: Silk and Steel
Happy Wednesday! Gosh I am floundering here I know, but I am trying not to fall under the cart wheels and to do Camp NaNo so I thought I would start sharing snips of what I’m writing for that 🙂 (I’ve had to put the cities of cloaks and daggers on a back burner because it got so wild and unruly! XD )
This is a Mythpunk, dystopian, LGBTQIA+, monster-friendship novella based around a combination of Hungarian, Rromani, Hindu and Polish Mythology so I will try and get organised and post some more about the background myths on Mondays. I feel like I’m cheating here a little because this started life as a Home Brewed RPG I wrote three years ago which had a finite story arc, it played out so well and some of the NPCs were so adorable that I’ve been dying to write it up as a little novella ever since. I thought it would make a good camp project though as the plot and characters are already completely in place, all I need to do is write it down, lol!
“The world ended, the angels and the devils took who they wanted, but some of us were left behind… so we opened an antiques shop…”
Soundtrack / Playlist:
I promised I would raise a glass to you my good Pan, every time the dying sun sets below the city skyline and the moon rises.
I know it is your great blind eye looking sightless down on us all, and sometimes I wonder if you are still as livid as you were the night I cut the silver cord that bound me to your little finger and became myself once more.
No longer your little spy, no longer your eyes among the comings and goings of the mortal world, but my own true self, walking in my own skin, feeling the bite of the wind and the caress of flesh and relishing each sensation.
Still your parting words haunt me like a shade; you said you would come after me some day and though I know your power wains, and I can see no logical way for those threats to come to pass still I know you, Pan.
Good Pan who sold his soul to Zcerneboch.
Good Pan who saved me from my enemies.
Good Pan who tricked the gods themselves.
Good Pan who Kyselica favours, who Vesna loves dear.
Good Pan who I have served all my many, many lives.
If you say you will come, my heart says you will, and so I am ill at ease, always watching my back, always sleeping with one eye open, always listening for the footfall soft behind the door.
I raise my glass to you this night, and I wonder if I keep this ritual as a ward, for if I toast your presence in that silver orb, is it not there, and will it not remain so? Does my mortal intention hold such power? To manifest the truth it asserts daily? Or is there still a little magic lingering in these bones yet – some remnant of your wyrdwork that held me so long in another form; far more slight and subtle than this one I wear now.
I have so much changed since the day we bound our fates together – two tricksters each caught fast in his own cunning web, each needing the other to escape the trap.
But we are different now. For all that you did eventually escape your death Good Pan, still I live on here in that place you love so well, free, alive, in the hands of the fates once more while you sit cold alone outside of everything on your silver island, floating by, too far away to see my glass raised up to you each night, too far away to hear my words.
That is what I hope; and if any god still lives to hear me, that is what I pray:
– the moon for you, Good Pan, and there to stay.
– Spyro Mendicci
There you go, I’m sorry I haven’t got a cover image yet but I hope you liked the intro. Very best of luck with all your writing endeavours whether you are doing NaNo camp or not. Do feel free to share your progress / procrastinations in the comments! XD 😀 😉