Elemental Enchantress Magic Scene + What I Learned After Writing for Over 500 Hours in 45 Days

I have found through my over five hundred hours of writing these past six weeks that I am a pantser and my stories 100% write themselves.

So much for a fucking memoir… 😂

Since that is what this novel originally would have been. A memoir of life story blog posts, which I will still eventually do, but when I decided that this was going to be a fiction book.

It actually made me realize something key to my writing successes and religious writing routines.

I had to ask myself, why in the actual fuck would I choose to write about the insanity I have lived, when I could literally choose to write myself my universe with any and everything I imagine? To choose to let these bottled up creatively crazy ideas die when I do, where nobody will ever know they had existed, or to let myself roam freely for once to create one of the few things that I can never have stolen away from me?

The answer was pretty obvious, as my mind, though dark as all hell, is a creative pot at the end of the imagination rainbow — and I was coming for it.

Most of the time, I feel as though nothing I say or write makes any sense. I feel scattered and chaotic, in fear of judgment when I have experienced absolutely nothing outside of kindness, positivity, or encouragement to keep writing. I used to never ever read one word I wrote, let alone any of my stories, which had to change when I entered the world of publishing.

I do not know where I remember reading this from, or what the exact words are, but it is something like this — when you reflect on something you said or did, it means you have grown or are in the middle of growth — and this makes sense if you really think about it.

We cringe because we know it is bad on some level, right?

Well, in order to know something is bad in the first place, we know there is for one, room for improvement, and for two, somewhere inside we know we already have. It is just a matter of recognizing how.

This is something really key for me, as someone who suffers from a lot of problems with self-confidence and “cringing” at just about everything I have ever done, and it helped me realize how much I continue to grow each day more than the one before, as well as how much I have improved or need to improve.

Ever since I read that a couple of weeks ago, it has been so important in my motivations to write daily — no matter fucking what.

I can finally see potential in the seeds for my ideas and my passions.

I also realized that bad writing is a blank page, not whatever was actually written. There is no such thing as a terrible draft, either, just bad fucking editing. This is a common belief among some of the most successful writers and authors, and I am so grateful to realize this.

What does this mean, though? It means you cannot fail either, not unless you don’t bother trying at all.

In part, preface my story with this because I have to continue to keep myself in check, to make sure I remember these things, too. Since, I am far from perfect.. Which I am okay with at the end of every day.

I know we all have the attention spans of a gnat or something, so I will most likely break this up into two parts though in one story — the first will be on what my 500-hour journey has taught me, what I have learned, and how I have changed. The second will be an Elemental Enchantress Excerpt I wrote specifically to have as a part of my character development, just for Medium outside of my Suicide Girls blog where I published a poem and the draft zero as my SG blog is uniquely just as important — but I made changes, of course.

So, remember how I said earlier that my stories write themselves? Yeah, this would be yet another one of those times. But that is only the start of the infinite well of my creativity, not to say that breaks are unimportant because then I would be flat out lying to you. Some of us just need fewer breaks than others —

BUT, DO NOT DISREGARD HOW CRITICAL BREAKS ARE, EVER.

I am sure there are two types of people who are going to end up reading this or at least this part one of two. The ones who react to the headline and go, “What in the actual fuck and how?!” or the “Yeah, and so what?”.

For the former, please keep reading.

For the latter? Get off your high horses and let me write.

Oh, and exit stage left while you’re climbing off your high horse, but don’t fall on your way down. ;)

I honestly was unaware of how much I had written until I went to write a chapter of Elemental Enchantress today, which is sort of hilarious. I mean, who doesn’t know that they have worked and written for over FIVE HUNDRED hours in 45 days, and then are completely shook by the fact it happened?

Me. That would be me. Probably because of one of the near dozen mental disorders I possess, who knows.

Either way, it is funny.

500 hours is a lot of time, and for those who say “Amethyst, you clearly have too much free time. I could never do that!”, false.

I may be, disabled, which opens up more time for writing for me than someone who works says, a 9–5 job which is obviously fucking true, but that never is to say you couldn’t write for your own writing time equivalent — it just comes down to the PERCENTAGE of your time spent writing, equated out to how much time you, yourself, have — not counting working hours.

So, quit your excuses.

I am sure that you can spend 50% of your unobligated time writing, even while you’re binging Netflix, or whatever the hell you might do in your free time.

But there is no reason for you to stress yourself out with goals like that if you never can get yourself to do the things required to meet them.

Try just five minutes. Five minutes a day, every day. One sentence, one paragraph, one-story, whatever. Just write that shit and SAVE IT. One day you will want to have something to look back on, and it can be used as inspiration or a starting point for a story or maybe even your future novel!

How are you supposed to know if you do not even give it a go?

That is the question to always keep in mind, along with how can you even fail if you don't pick up the [insert your writing medium here] and try?

The answer is you can not to both questions, in case you were wondering! I would also like to add that I personally believe in all of you and your ideas.

500 hours of writing has taught me a fucking LOT.

I feel like I am not a stressed-out adult anymore, but not fully a kid either. It is a wonderful feeling to see that I have finally created a complete foundation of an entire UNIVERSE, written over 100,000 words [many of these words in my literal sleep], tried poetry for the first time, and have published a poem or more every day for 35 days straight, and lastly?

I have already put down on digital paper a whole 20 chapter book plot synopsis with multiple character backstories to boot, and I am fucking ready for NaNo next month!

… continuously.

500 hours of writing for me, has been nothing short of endless self-exploration — and not the sexual kind, mostly, I mean I write erotica… but seriously, all jokes aside I have been feeling severely stressed, depressed, and writing saved me from my mess.

For that, I owe everything to, and I have, oddly enough?

I have never felt better despite the endless “espresso depresso” that I had felt each day, though I still do.

500 hours of writing in six weeks have taught me the importance of a first draft, as well as what it means to me. This, however, will most likely be much different for you.

If I had any advice to give, it would be as follows…

1. We all have an inner editor, but not all of us can shut it off and that is OKAY.

2. Never publish the first draft.

3. Distance makes the heart grow fonder.

4. If you wait to write, and only write when you are “inspired”? This is not the tale of an excellent writer. This is someone who makes excuses and sometimes makes sentences out of words. Do not be this person, but we do all start somewhere. This is all okay!

5. Write every day, above everything. You have the time, so please do yourself the favor of writing daily and I promise you will see benefits. If you take ANYTHING FROM ME, take this. Please.

6. Remember, not one person is a talented writer from day one.

7. Perfect is failure to allow yourself to create.

8. Creativity is always there if you can find it.

9. When the world around you sucks, suck yourself into writing.

10. Writing will never be easy, just some days might be.

11. Breaks are never an option. They are critical to success.

12. Write fearlessly and own it.

I hope I can help some other writers out there. You deserve to have your story told. We all do, mostly. It is just a matter of if you cut the bullshit and supplement with dedication and hard fucking work.

In some of my previous Elemental Enchantress stories, I have written about one of my main characters, Ashley, whom I love dearly… but what about other characters?

Now I introduce to you… my first ever magic scene was from draft one that I am so proud of, that I just had to share!

It is time to enter The Luciferse ☪

‘“Who the hell are you?” Lilith’s jaw dropped as she saw a shadowy, dark-looking figure in the room’s corner.

“Oh, we can get to that in a moment Lilith.” The shadowy figure smiled.

“You know my name…?” How?! Lilith raised an eyebrow and crossed her arms as she skyrocketed out of bed.

“Yes, Lilith, I know quite a bit about how perfect you are.” The shadowy figure comments admiringly, at first.

“That’s not creepy or anything.” Lilith laughs.

“No need to get nasty, girl.” The shadowy figure grew impatient.

“What? It is my dream, so I can do whatever I please.” Lilith pointed out hastily.

“That may be true of your dreams, but what about your reality?” the shadowy but now short figure questions further.

“Do i know you-” Suddenly, something paralyzed Lilith before she could continue, but it wasn’t physical.

“Well, it Erm, it is far from perfect, but it’s okay. I mean, really it’s okay.” Lilith can’t move, almost as if she were in chains. Now it had become very physical, as her face goes white as stone, as a drop of sweat hits her eyelid.

“Why are you nervous, girl?” the short figure notices, with the ever so slightest smirk on their face — knowing full well that Lilith cannot move, they emerge over to the right side of her now.

It was a woman, and she was beautifully glowing amethyst purple and black around her aura. She was nearly irresistible, or so Lilith thought as her eyes widened as she struggles to move once more.

“The name is Abadon.” Abadon laughs. “You really don’t know who I am, do you girl?” she worded this as a question for Lilith, but she wasn’t really asking.

Abadon shakes her head as her pink, glowing hair brushes against her chest which was skimpily covered with something that resembled a bikini, only with far less material and a lot more strings — forming an upside-down pentagram.

Abadon circles Lilith as she awaits a response from her, as the surroundings change.

The once black walls began catching on fire slowly with a flame that burned as purple as Abadon’s aura was.

“What in the actual hell?” as Lilith’s adrenaline rises, she radiates envy green in place of her aura, unaware she’s in a predicament.

“Now, would you like to do this the easy way, or the hard one?” Abadon questions again.

“Oh, yes, that is right, you cannot speak or move, can you? Oh well, now you’ll really know who you’re dealing with, and I am going to need a little something from you, girl.” She adds.

If Lilith could move, she would have exploded at Abadon by now, as Abadon tightens the aura rope around Lilith more.

“I am going to release the rope from your lips, but I need you to promise you will comply.” Abadon’s voice went dark.

“Let’s see if I am correct. You are an Aqua yet, you dream unprotected? I have to thank you for how easy you have made this for me, Lilith.” Abadon grinned, as she pulls out a black leather book.

“I thought Aquas are supposed to have strengths, but it looks like you comprise more fears and weaknesses.” Abadon flips through the pages through her leather mysterious book, which Lilith now noticed had to have been over 150 years old at least, from before when The Eluminasi took effect.

As Abadon looks up, she sees no Lilith.

“How did she wake up so fast? Dammit.” Abadon abruptly dissipates.”

Please let me know if you have enjoyed this brief scene I drafted, and I look forward to sharing more that I write in my novel-writing journey with you all!

Until next time, you can find me writing my soul away. 😉

☪❤☪ Amethyst ☪❤☪