The fifteen minute novel writing experiment is an attempt to write a complete (and very rough) draft of a novel by writing for fifteen minutes each day. I have taken a timed writing from one of the daily prompts done in 2021, cleaned it up a little and used it as my jumping off point into a story. Each day I will take the last line of the story written the day before and use it as my sentence starter and write for fifteen minutes, growing the story as the year progresses.
Day 230: Anya nodded.
Anya nodded. “It is one of the books I collected.”
“Good,” Deran replied. He nodded. “There should be a section in there dealing with the safe maneuvering of magical objects. Read through that and if you have any questions we can discuss them.”
Anya nodded and Deran narrowed his eyes as he studied her. “You aren’t planning to try now are you? Because you look too tired to move a sack of beans let alone shift a large magical object. It takes more than physical energy you know.”
“I know,” Anya said. “At least I figured from the way I was exhausted after moving the rings for you,” Anya replied. “I was planning to rea through the information and then maybe try it tomorrow.”
“Good. Make sure you are well rested, even if you take an extra day. It will take more than you think.”
Anya promised she would and with little else to say, she closed down the spell and let Deran fade away. Anya stepped out of the circle. ‘I’m going to have to find a chair to put in there for my lesson days,” she told herself. She yawned hugely. “Although if I put it into the circle today I would have probably fallen asleep in the chair.”
While the new quarters had a separate Kitchen area, with the food Marta sent her needing no real preparation other than slicing pieces off of the larger whole, Anya left the food items in the sitting area of her new quarters rather than take them down to the kitchen. Before talking to Deran she had taken the time to build up the fire to a proper size and the heat now took the chill off of the space making it seem warm and inviting.
While there wasn’t a chair placed in the ring for lessons, there were two set before the fire and Anya settled into one of them, taking the food she planned to eat for the evening meal as well as slipping the kettle onto the fire to make her tea.
“I’ll need to get some kitchen things from the other spaces,” Anya said. She was enjoying the ability to speak aloud without worrying over the possibility of being overheard. Her voice felt a little rusty. Thus far when she spoke with Deran it was the only time she spoke out loud and even then she timed her lessons to fit into the times when the others would be further away. Generally she found speaking to him when the others were gathered in the large hall for dinner was the best time. She merely adjusted her own meals to have the time available.
‘Now I don’t have to,’ she thought. ‘One less thing to worry about at least.’
While things were still a bit unsettled in the new quarters as she just finished moving things about, it did look a little more homely. There had been empty book cases so the books she collected were on the shelves. The cloak she wore outside was now on a proper hook by the door to the patio area. The bed was piled high with her blankets and the fire crackled merrily in the grate. Deciding she needed a little more warmth to take the chill off of the rooms, Anya left the fire burning as she finished her meal.
She walked over to the book case and began searching out the book Deran recommended. It took her a while to find it, despite having read passages a few days prior.