Oh, what a night, we have many directors we can only afford one transcriptor/typist due to the limited function of the google.doc, and the roared of laughter when some of us input the intimacy, the boldness of the characters, hehehe.... even someone gave a word ‘wow’.
But most of all, some of us including me was very worried whether we meet the deadline or not, due to our busy schedule. The story that we have only edited was only at the ‘Departure’ – The crossing of the 1st Thresholds. As I was writing into this blog, I have yet to receive any reply of the next online.
During the last week, after our online, Mary and myself have taken the liberty to input some ‘meat’ into the story. But, for myself, I have created more than have been asked, I have written a ‘skeleton’ which I have told my team mate, but in actual fact, I have written part of a novel. I have researched into sites, where I have learned of ‘how can I make the witch alive, how can I make the dragon to be fierceful and etc.
I even research for a name for the dragon – DRAKON for a male, DRAKON (Δράκων): Greek name meaning "dragon." In Greek mythology, there are many dragons mentioned. For example, Drakon Ismenios was a gigantic serpent which guarded the sacred spring of Ismenos near Thebes; the Drakon Kholkikos was the guardian of the golden fleece; Drakon Maionios was a huge Dragon that ravaged the land of Lydia.
Infact I do have a female name for it and it coincide with my name ‘MELINDA’ MELINDA: Modern English compound name composed of Mel- (from Melissa ("sweet") or Melanie ("black, dark") and Linda "serpent," hence "black/dark serpent" or "sweet serpent." Surprise, how amazing.
I have started my novel reading since Form 1, those days was M&B, Brabara Cartlands, and etc. but as I was growing up I went into novels and I carried on till this very day. I remember I finished my pocket money just to travel to those days was at Macalister Road, where you have this Indians’ stall renting out story books. I read books during my recess time, underneath my desk to avoid being caught by our prefects, on my daily bus journey from Air Itam to my school at Leith Streets or any where else, at the bus transit station, weekends, confinement days, even now if I have a little time squeeze out from my busy schedule.
You see, I have all the materials inside my head from so many books/ resources, and I have wanted very much to start my amatuer story writing many times, but do not have the gut to do so. Therefore with this mission I have an indirect oppotunity and when I tried to put it done in words for The White Lady and the Dragon, everything comes out so naturally, of course with grammar mistakes. I bought many characters into the story, and also saw them coming alive. I named the grandmother ‘Supa’ remembering Phlox grandmother as ‘Pupa’, the lord as ‘Sir William’, the son as ‘Lord Stephen’ and etc.
I thought I can do the storyline to the advantage of all my teammates, so that coming the next online we do not have to crack our head on the story. I thought I can permit and endure of the cutting out and replacing whatever they wants to change.
Oh my, I was so wrong.......
I was like so lost, watching on my computer screen, seeing my invented characters being removed bits by bits. This is
no fault of my teammates, as they do not realise that I have put all my heart into it. The feelings in me was like ‘Tanya saying goodbye to her family’ – my heart felt so heavy, I can’t breathe at some moment, I need to remind myself to breathe, I felt blood rushing to my head, worse of all I felt my heart being wrench out and believe me it is so painful.
Therefore at some point, the google.doc was running into problem to have the story being deleted, I was relieved (but later Cheng asked me to paste it back using my file) sigh-sigh....
I carried the feeling even the next day, the thing still in my mind, and I say to myself I need to pen this down into my blog, not to ask for sympathy from my readers, but a revenue to pour our my sadness so that I have no more of it in my heart.
Now, I can only understand how some of the novelist who has their story to be told into a movie, felt. So many wonderful scene and character be performed ‘karate-chop’.
Even my ‘home minister’ felt my misery when we went to bed but he told me his side, “it is okay, it is for the benefit of the mission, you win some and you will lose some, it is okay” and I keep my finger crossed I will be okay then.