Also known as Kyparissia, Cypress is the goddess of ceremony, harmony, and predestination. Cults associate her with seashells, marriage, and pearls.
Writing is a creative emotional outlet for a lot of writers. It restores equilibrium between thoughts and feelings. However, it can be mentally and emotionally exhausting if you want to start a daily writing schedule.
This month's Nano went well, but so much of it was rewriting at this stage I don't have any ugly draft excerpts from "To Those Who Seek Sirens" to share! For shame. Instead, here's a little bit about the world the story takes place in.
Here's the entire collection of November's posted excerpts, in order and with links.
Lonan braced his hands on both sides of the nearest hollow, staring into it with all his determination. Porous rock stabbed his palms. The blackness ahead shimmered with sound. Garbled nothing-lyrics vibrated below his ear and jaw. All around him, Lonan was surrounded by the rushing Ream.
This was the Serafina that Lonan knew best—the Serafina after the Porfirios died. Afraid of its own coasts but too poor to move. Dreading the change of seasons. Quietly taking Mistress Leroy’s sleeping herbs and forgetting the names of its dead.
“Lonan, be reasonable, boy,” Neils extended a placating hand toward him, as if to divert a rockslide. “We’ve all taken a blow today. There’s no use in taking another. I’ve done some sailing in my day, and no ship of Serafina’s could catch a ship like that captain’s.”
Kaz’s fingers clamped down on the back of the boys’ necks. His grasp was icy, and black shot through Cyprus’s vision. That iciness spread from the point of contact, sinking dark magic deep into his muscles. Cyprus didn't know if he'd collapsed or frozen in place standing.
At long last, I've changed the working title of "Lost and Found." The story is now called "To Those Seek Sirens."
Beyond the great blue expanse, the coast of Avalon sat like a circlet atop the waves. It was so far away already Cyprus couldn’t make out any buildings, only the greenish ups and downs of hills. “There she goes,” Kaz said cheerfully, noting the change in Cyprus’s expression.