Oh, yes. The form.
Type of Writing: novel (sample)
Rating: G (so far. rating will definitely change if the piece goes on as planned.)
Something else you may want to know: this is my first piece of writing in a long time, and it's meant mostly to break a writer's block that's crippled my cognitive functions for about a year now. Might not be as good as some of my other works, but don't go easy on me because of this. C/c is the only thing that'll get me motivated to edit this and write further. Thanks. :)
I really do hope somebody's reading this. It took hard work and a hell of a lot of remembering for me to get this down, and I'm sure I didn't waste my time sitting and writing this all out just to have it perish untouched in some lonely corner of Livyeshin Manor, which is actually where I am now. The story I am about to tell you is a long one: there are many places and many people involved, with many names lingering in the interim. It occurs to me now that perhaps I should introduce myself before I begin, to spare you some time before your inevitable confusion kicks in; after all, the tale itself is rather long and tedious, and I would hate for you to forget who exactly is helping make this clear to you in its duration. And now, to the introduction. My full name, given me by my great-great-aunt Arl-Kouea, is Arl-Sonaw-Livyeshin. Now, I'm by no means encouraging you to be as tedious as my somewhat antediluvian ancestors by calling me that -- I'll drone enough for the both of us, I'm sure. The name I answer to and the name I wish you to call me is simply Arl-Sonaw. All else I wish from you is a few hours' peace in which you'll let me dictate this; I'll try to finish as soon as I can.
Now, where to start? As I've impressed upon you before, the story's a long one, and what with me getting on in years I don't remember half as well as I used to; that being said, I guess I should start from where I remember my days most clearly, back when life was simple. Childhood for me was a fairly normal experience, and quite a pleasant one. I was surrounded by all the constants you'd expect in a clan family: doting aunts, gruff uncles, snobbish cousins, grandparents, great-grandparents, people you never knew existed until the thirtieth family reunion, the whole nine yards. Perhaps the most striking of my many relatives was my great-great-aunt Arl-Kouea, who as you already know gave me my name of Sonaw. She was your average matriarch, strong-jawed and iron-fisted long after her hundredth summer; and to me and my siblings she dominated, in all aspects of life. Even Arl-Athan, the eldest of my two twin brothers (by a mere half an hour, I might add) and therefore considered superior and all-knowing by us younger ones, shrank before her. She was a commanding presence, both physically and psychologically, and seemed not the least bit motherly; and although none of my brothers would have ever seen her in a remotely kind light, I chose early on to be amused by her constant control rather than intimidated.
I'll admit this caused her great trepidation at first, leading her to believe that the enormity of "respect your elders", a tireless mantra every Arl learned from the cradle, had not yet been impressed upon me enough; eventually, however, when she learned that this was from an affinity born of closeness rather than simply disrespect, she relaxed, soon making it common knowledge what she expected of me. Now, you mustn't misunderstand me here -- Kouea wished great things for all of us. There was never a moment in her life when she favored one of us kids over the other -- which is something I respect her for even now -- and although she may have seen more skill and therefore alloted consequent good fortune in one or the other child, she loved us all equally. That being said, don't get the wrong idea when I say that she saw what she claimed to be "great things" in me, as that seemed to be the general concensus at the time. You'll have to understand that growing in a large family means much scrutiny on the parts of the various aunts, uncles, and grandparents who watch you day in and day out; and that leads to even more speculation about the individual futures of the young ones in the large family. I cannot even begin to tell you how many dinners were accented by casual chatter regarding our futures or how many desserts were served with sides of heated debates about one or the other of us. I can honestly say, however, that that is the reason why I veered so far south of the trajectory proposed for me.
Had my parents or great-great-aunt Kouea had their way, I might've been in some sort of interplanetary armed service, etching myself a solemn yet meritorious career as a soldier climbing my way up the ladders upon ladders or ranks therein; had they not been so adamant about that being my future, I might still be there today. Of course, it's probably fairly obvious from the way I speak to you now that it did not turn out to be so; and indeed, it did not. Filial pressure has a way of making even the most illustrious of careers seem foul ones; and it was not long before I made it clear to Kouea and the rest of my somewhat controlling and admittedly tedious family what I actually wanted to be.
As you may have guessed, the idea was not well received. When I first announced my dissent from the rigors of Livyeshin life prospects, all I received, to my intense pleasure, were gaping mouths and estranged silence from the family I called my own...