So I have started a new project. Again. That happens a lot. I have this really bad habit of starting new projects all the time and setting aside the old ones. It's not necessarily a bad habit, but the problem lies in that I don't always pick the only projects back up. I really need to get out of that habit. And I am trying. I've been bringing back up old projects as well as trying to force myself to edit even though, if I'm going to be honest, I really don't like to do it. But I think that just comes with the territory. Anyway, I wanted to share about this new project and hopefully get some feedback.
I do not have a name for it yet or anything like that. Actually I don't have much of anything on it. I simply know it is about one of my older characters. Not older as in age as in she has been floating around my head as this this lovely little benevolent bit of light for a very long time. So I suppose I should introduce you all to Malak Aarle. I am not sure how old she will be this time around. I've played her anywhere between sixteen years of age to about twenty-three. It makes for a fairly wide age gap and leaves a lot open. Malak's family is kind of a pet project of mine and has been since I first created her for role-playing on a Harry Potter site probably six years ago. I have to say that I love Malak very dearly.
The family's main history starts with her grandfather, Falco Aarle. Falco was born and raised in the Netherlands, a son of modest folk who married a woman from his homeland. During World War II (see this is where I start dating things), he stepped forward as a spy against the German and became heavily involved in various political intrigues. He sent his wife and parents to live in England to make sure that they remained safe while he did some very dangerous and clever things that he has never divulged to anyone except for, sometimes, proper channels of government.
After the way was over, he joined his family in England and settled down with his wife having two children with her, a son named David and a daughter. His children were raised in England though he did still teach them them his native language of Dutch. For all his children knew, their father was a botanist. He worked very closely with plants and consulted with the government on various matters. They never knew of his darker past or even his involvement in things like the Cold War.
David grew up with a very normal life and went into architecture. He moved down to Saudi Arabia as a contractor shortly after he left school which was where he met a rather modern Arab woman named Ayda. The two ended up married and while still in Saudi Arabia, Ayda gave birth to twins who they named Malak and Aeyldis. When their daughters were two, the couple moved back to England near Falco and his wife. Within the next four years, Ayda gave birth to two other children, Karim and DeWitt. David's sister had stayed closer to home marrying a banker and giving birth to a little girl a year after Malak and Aeyldis who they named Emerald.
As you can see, I've always given a lot of thought to Malak and her family. Now the problem doesn't lie with figuring any of that out. I know her background and when I write about her, it will probably be when she is in her twenties since some very important things happen around the time she is eighteen. However, the most interesting aspect of writing Malak, since apparently she has already decided the story shall be in first person, is that she is blind. It brings the story into a new perspective. Everything in writing is so much about building pictures and here you have a woman who can only do that with her mind. I'm not sure how I'm going to write it or even what, so far, the story will be about, but I do know that drawing the reader in with a blind narrator should be the most challenging part of all.
Should I go forward with it at all? I suppose that is the question that I find myself needing the answer to the most. I very much want to. I've always wanted to write about Malak, but the question is does anyone even really want to read about her?
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