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with the most while writing? And how do you defeat it?
characters to the next pivot point in my stories. That’s when I put down pen
and paper and spend time going over different scenarios in
my head. Sometimes that takes a few hours, but usually it’s a few days.
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and peeked out the door. Seeing no one,
she stepped out into the bailey, thankful for the clouds that hid the
moon. Focused on the outer door across
the courtyard, she missed seeing the figure that slid out of the shadows and
glanced once more around the bailey as she reached the outer door. The shadow following her hugged the building
as the moon drifted out from the clouds.
She crept through the door and turned to the right. Keeping in the shadows and close to the
stable wall, she managed to work her way to about twenty yards from the edge of
the forest. Taking a furtive look around,
she stole across the open grass and slipped into the trees.
she disappeared from view, the figure following her moved through the outer
door. As Guinevere had done, this figure
kept close to the stable wall, staying within the shadows and watching the tree
line for any movement. Seeing nothing,
the shadowy figure moved out into the moonlight, revealing himself to any who
happened to be watching, but there were none.
Those not in bed stayed in the hall enjoying themselves too much to
venture out into the late night. The
moonlight bounced off his grey gown and illuminated his white hair, making it
appear ghostly. Merlyn quickened his
pace, not wanting to fall too far behind.
crept along the forest path. The
fragrance of wet pine filled her senses.
Suddenly, the faint sound of a voice off to her right reached her ears. She turned and moved cautiously through the
trees and brush. The calming quality of the voice dispelled her
fears. As she moved closer, the voice’s
volume increased very little. Whoever it
belonged to continued to whisper to someone, although Guinevere heard only the
the leafy oak branches, Guinevere made out the shape of a tall, slender woman
dressed in a white hooded robe. Edging
closer she saw that the woman stood in a small clearing. Moonlight filtered down, descending almost
like a halo around her. With the woman’s
hood up, Guinevere was unable to discern any other physical features. The woman continued to talk to someone
concealed by her body. Intrigued,
Guinevere moved closer, careful not to make any noise. While the woman did not move, from time to
time her arms reached out in front of her, for some reason unknown to
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