I am back, and for the record, my personal life issues might be solved today. And I actually got a new friend to write with me. And this person inspired me to write this blog post. And inspired me to write again alot. So big thanks to her.
This blog post is about one of my stories and what it was originally about how it originally begun and the changes it has gone through in the journey of three years.
First of all, first draft begun with the words "
I woke up early in the morning around the first rays of sunshine." Few words about this start, I am disgusted by this start, and disgusted by the draft it self, but that's okay since it was the first draft, I have twenty other drafts and I still am not compleately happy, but I am closer.
This begining doesn't represent the story well in anyway. It's a love story between an angel and a demon. kind of. The one who wakes up is the demon. This starts in the human world. Since around my first few drafts Sazra (the demon) was born in the human world and unable to go to hell yet. In my current drafts this is still the case, but when the story starts, Sazra is four years older than in the first draft and now in hell.
Another begining goes like this "
'but demons can't fall in love' actually, they can, and yes they fucking will. And just goes how much trouble it brings when your mission is to tear out someones soul and kill that person but whops, you go and fucking fall in love with your victim." now I like this a lot more. Because I can actually hear my main characters voice. I like it.
Rest of the beginings that I have chosen to represent to you are as follows:
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writing a book about seducing an archangel. I could do it. If I did write that book, one certain archangel would hunt me down and beat me up. Hunting me down wouldn't be a problem for him. I know this all and still it's very fucking tempting to write it, so that angel has one perfectly fine reason to drag his ass down here to get me out of this god damn crypt."
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where most people end their lives, mine just begun, from the death. I was killed at the age of 18 by the archangel of death named Azrael. I am the seventh demon lord Sariel-Azrael although I prefer to be called Sazra."
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'your job is to steal my brothers soul' The words echoed from the blackened stone walls of the cave. It rang thourgh my head. I was knelt before him. And I was confused about what I heard in many ways. The person before me, firghtened me, because he really wasn't 'a person'. Lucifer was a powerful ex archangel. And yet I couldn't resist it. 'If you don't mind me noting. You have seven brothers. Which of them you might mean.'"
Few words. This is a part one. About the begining. And it hasn't ended yet.
Few problems with the begining.
-my story could start from the human world, heaven, hell, or afterlife, or purgatory. It could be told in various ways. From point of view of Sazra and from point of view of Raphael, and from both of their point of views.
I am not setteled in one begining yet, I will be going to think as many as possible and then choose the best.
So what did we learn from this blog post? I've writen that story over twenty times, I lost count around 18th draft, and I have lost some of the drafts. And I still don't know Jack shit about it. And it's fine. Because it's still in the developing process. It
will change.
What's the saddest part in this is that I do not know if I ever dare to publish this, because it could be considered as a mockery towards, religions. While it's not. But people have pissed of these highly religous people and have ended up in a really tough spots. I don't even know all of the stories about these kind of accidents but perhaps, when I die, I'll make that story published.
thank you again, next part will be about character development between the drafts.
Cya