The Fifteen Minute Novel 2022: Day 231

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 231: It took her a while to find it, despite having read passages a few days prior.

It took her a while to find it, despite having read passages a few days prior.  With the moving about, many things were not grouped as she had them prior. By the time she did find the wanted book though, the rooms were warm and the bed looked even more inviting than before. 

Anya’s plan had been to read over the information in the book before bed, perhaps while drinking the tea she planned to make.  While the water in the kettle over the fire was well and truly boiled, she had yet to pour it over the tea leaves and found her yawns coming too frequently to bother about it.  She suspected that any attempt to read would just send her to sleep rather than teaching her what she needed to know.

“So I’d just have to read it again in the morning anyway,” she said.

Anya set the book in her new reading chair and swung the kettle off of the fire.  She then banked the fire for the night.

It was still light outside, so she knew it wasn’t terribly late, but the light coming in was brighter than the small lantern she had been using in her quarters so she didn’t need to light it to get to her bed.  Anya changed into her night dress quickly.  She cast a longing glance at the bathing area but knew tonight was not the time to enjoy a bath.  Like the reading, it too would send her to sleep.

“And I’d rather take my time and enjoy it.”

Anya moved to the bed, peeled back the covers and slipped between them.  This bed was of a much higher quality than the one she left behind.  While that one had rope supports and she pulled them tight each night, This one had a full box to support the mattress and the array of blankets.  With the rope bed no matter how tight she made them when she went to bed, by the time she awoke, they loosened. 

Anya relaxed into the bed and curled up.  Her tiredness made the strangeness of the new room fade and she quickly drifted off.  To her delight she was not called to the mountain temple and slept through the night. 

She woke the next morning feeling vaguely surprised that she had not been called to the statue.  Somehow she believed the dreams were held at bay by the fact that she was moving.  While they didn’t trouble her while she transferred everything, she expected that once her move was complete, her reprieve would be over.

“Perhaps she is waiting until I’ve moved the orb.”

Anya shrugged as she slid out of bed.  While the bath was tempting, Anya knew she would appreciate it more after she completed the moving of the orb. 

‘If I can even get to it today,’ she reminded herself as she stoked the fire back to a blaze and then visited the water closet.  Once relieved, Anya swung the kettle over the fire and took her portion of breakfast to her chair.  She shifted the book aside, wanting to finish eating first.

She finished her breakfast quickly and wiped off her hands.  After setting the tea to steep, Anya reached for the book and began to read.  She flipped through the book looking for the section Deran mentioned and found it fairly easily.  It was a small section and Anya read it through a few times.  Unlike many of the writers of the books Deran had her reading, Keran of Grevaton wrote in a clear concise and straight forward manner.  It was greatly appreciated by Anya.

She was pleased to see that while there were incantations involved, most of the necessary bits revolved around her focus and intent.

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