Necia's Writerly Rambling

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I’m very close to hitting NaNo, despite some unexpected shit tossed my way this month. I’ll try to put it into words later, suffice to say this month didn’t go quite as planned. Anyways, would you like a dragon snip? Have I mentioned I lurvs my dragons? 😀

Just remember, this is NaNo rough. It needs a good scrubbing. I know this. Enjoy;

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Miranda was preparing to return to their quarters, when a sound from the entry ledge caught her attention. Dmitri stood still, watching the tunnel, his hands clenching and un-clenching at his sides. Khal and Lita moved behind him. Three males stepped into the hall. The man in front was pale, broad shouldered in clothes that were worn and patched. His hair fell to his shoulders and looked tousled, unwashed. He wore a blade at his side, and he rested his hand on the hilt. They strode in silence, looking neither right nor left, stopping several lengths from Dmitri.

“I’ll be damned.” Someone whispered. The hunters gathered creating a loose circle around the newcomers.

“Brenon.” Dmitri inclined his head, his low voice carrying over the room. Muffled gasps filled the room. Miranda nibbled her lower lip. Should she go over or stand to the stay where she was? She glanced at Jor, but the other woman had her eyes locked on the Outlander and his people.

“Dmitri, its been a long time.” Brenon’s voice was deep, similar to Dmitri’s though his was rougher. He looked around, narrowing his eyes when he saw Miranda, then looked at Dmitri. “Lots of whispers about you in the Outlands. Lots of eyes on the Keep, wondering if you’ve got a chance in hell.”

“You’re not here to discus whispers and rumors, brother.” Dmitri said. “Why are you here?”

Brenon gave a bark of laughter. Some of the hunters shifted uneasily. Was this going to be a challenge? Miranda wanted to ask someone, but all eyes were on the two males. Brenon lifted a rolled scroll. “You have a working office. There are many eyes in here.”

“Say what you have to say here, Brenon.” Dmitri crossed his arms.

They regarded each other.

“You’ve caught the attention of the Thalsbren. Even the human nations are beginning to notice. Gaeno is old, weak, bitter about his lack of advancement with Lothos and Otto.” Brenon ran his hand over the scroll. “He’s approached me, so did Hesh and Rilo, and several others who have since fallen. You’ve made a dent, a huge one, in Lothos old crew.”

“Get to the point brother.” Dmitri snarled. His skin mottled, swirls of blue-grey just below the surface.

“The alliances are lining up, between you and Gaeno.”

“We know this!” Jor snapped. Dmitri held up a hand and Brenon nodded.

“We, the Outlanders, have held off giving any of you our support.” Brenon held up the scroll. “Gaeno wanted us to ally with him, until I gave him our terms.”

Dmitri said nothing.

“How many contenders have you fought, since you made your stake?”

Dmitri looked towards Jor who was frowning as she strode over.

“Nintey four.” She said.

“What are you, made of steel?” The male asked incredulously.

“I wish.” Dmitri gave a crooked grin. “It’d hurt less when I get hit.”

Brenon gave a bark of laughter and held out the scroll, unrolling it and walking over to the table. “The elders will call for a count, see whose support you’ve garnered, once at the contenders are down.” He set the scroll down and Miranda could see it was a detailed set of maps. Brenon pointed at Dmitri. “You need the Outlanders. Every other contender, and I’ve lost count, has come to me, begging me for my backing. Giving nothing and promising nothing in return.” He spat on the floor. “Every single one of those slithering worms hid from father and Otto. You haven’t come to me, and you’re the only one who had the gall to stand up to the old man.” Brenon pointed at an odd marking on the map. “Give us back Syrteca, and the Outlanders will back you.”

Someone gave a long low whistle.

“That’s a fools task.” Lita said.

“Syrteca was one of the first taken.” Dmitri didn’t look at the map, his eyes were locked on Brenon. “The queen has dug in deep.”

Brenon nodded. “Do it, brother, and we’re yours.”

Dmitri’s eyes narrowed. Miranda could see several others shaking their heads, even Brenon’s men didn’t look optimistic.

“Done.” Dmitri said finally. Whispers ran through the onlookers. Brenon nodded grinning slowly.

“If anyone can do it, you can.” Brenon stepped forward, arm out.

They gripped arms, and after a moment Brenon pulled Dmitri into a rough embrace, said something in his ear, turned and strode out, his fellows close behind him. The silence stretched, all eyes on Dmitri. He leaned over the map, hands on the table, staring at it.

“There is no way to dislodge a queen, Dmitri.” Lita said. “It’s a death wish.”

He made no response, moved one of the maps.

“Dmitri, how could you agree to that?” She pressed. He looked at her, the mottling was back. She stepped back.

“Malice, Lita, take a scouting trip around Syrteca. Keep low, and don’t be noticed.” He said after a long silence. He rolled the scrolls up and glanced around the room before leaving.

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Have a great weekend!

 

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On the 26th, my monkeys will be returning to school. I love them, I adore them, I love that we are a happy (big) family. But I will admit we are all looking forward to school starting.

This summer has been filled with surprises and unexpected events. Good things, but things which have thrown me WAY off.

I wanted to submit a story to this year’s FM Anthology and while I have a few vague ideas, I don’t have anything really concrete. I may pull out my mind mapping app on my tablet to figure it out. While the deadline was pushed back to the 15th, that gives me 10 days. Not sure, with back to school stuff in full gear, that I could manage it.

I also have things to prepare for a September releases, which include compiling the Inside the Author’s Mind collection. I’ve got three more stories to scribble up for it and I just haven’t had the presence of mind to do it.

Zander story is sitting at 37k. I love this incarnation of this tale. Last week was, in a word, brutal. So I didn’t get as many words in it as I wanted/planned to. But life happens, and there’s always tomorrow.

E1. Ahh, so what the heck will I do with this one? See, I have a lot of projects planned. When I work on one, say, E1, I get to feeling guilty for not working on Zander. When I work on Zander I feel guilty for sitting and not working on E1 which is mostly finished.  Or Fallen, which needs one or two added scenes to it. I really want to get past this silly guilt thing. I also need to decide on titles for the whole elemental series.

The Plan (haha) as it stands now. (I should add, some of these aren’t dated and aren’t necessarily a list for the ‘rest of the year’ just a list of what’s next on the list);

~Get the Inside the Author’s Mind collection together. By sept 1st
~Write up SOMETHING for the FM Anthology; By Aug 15
~Finish Zander BK1 (before Oct?)
~Finish The Fallen
~Finish editing E1 and start putting it up either here and/or Wattpad.
~Write Zander bk2
~Finish E2
~Write up the Zombie christmas thing before christmas THIS year
~Write up E3 – E7
~Write Zander bk 3-5
~Write CoB series
~Don’t forget the Friday Flash stuff
~Breathe

Breathing is important.

As you can see only three things have actual deadlines on this list. And at least one of those might not happen. I refuse to feel guilty about it.

Website stuff; Heads up, there was an issue with the payment thing for the website. It will be resolved Friday, but in the meantime the website might go poof until then. Don’t panic, it’ll be back. I promise. Now to get to rl stuff so I can get to writer stuff. Have a good week folks.

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We’ve had some family/RL things happen which have thrown me off my **hahaha** schedule.

So, I am working on JulNoWriMo, I’m a touch behind. The nano wordcount is at about 8000 or so, and I’m doing my own thing and using the new BPBK1 as my nano project.

Last night, as I was talking with a pal about the Zanderstuff, it struck me that sometimes when I write I go back and forth, kinda like weaving. I’ll find myself stuck, so I go back and reread what I’ve got. Often times I start fiddling, adding things, descriptions, reactions, I rarely delete much unless I realize there’s a plot hole that I need to fill and then I tweak and play around with stuff. Then I’ll move forward, usually in spurts of large word counts. Until I hit a snag and have to rethink things.

Right now my big issue is Bk1 has several military campaigns and such and tactical stuff and I am really second guessing myself. I’m writing about a group of guys who are troublemakers and who get in and out of scrapes. They get dubbed The Trouble Crew. And I’m drawing blank after blank about the details of how and what they do. I know they gain a reputation, but I’m not entirely clear on how.

I’ve been fighting a bought of the blues. Not full on depression, just a little down. Things haven’t panned out schedule/time/kid wise. I’m not where I want to be publishing wise. I know I can get this stuff done up and out, but…but…but… yeah, the list goes on, the things a mom of 9 needs to do is endless and sometimes it makes getting the words and editing and managing the ebooks and all the other stuff that goes with it, goes right out the window.

As I told a friend, I sit down to list out what I need to get done to get myself re-focused with the pubbing thing and get overwhelmed and start playing Zombie Lane or No Zombies on my tablet. Bad me. >.>

No I’m not perfect. In fact I’m far from it. While this year has been a GOOD one on a personal/family level, writing wise has been a struggle. I’m searching for my routine, for my groove. Sometimes I think I’ve found it. Sometimes I wonder if I ever will.

Anyways, enough rambling. I’ll get it squared away. Have a snip. This is a dreaming scene. In the Zander books, I noticed, he dreams. A lot. Those dreams foreshadow things that will happen later on in the story and ties several threads together.

He stood above the great city, watching the horde sweeping through the broken and twisted city walls. His soldiers behind him, fleeing through the mountain passes, he alone watched his home fall beneath the enemy. He gripped his swords, trying to look away, but unable to. The Great Tree shuddered as the enemy swept past it, the branches hitting the roofs of the houses beneath it. It began to lean, tipping towards the gate he’d led his men through.

The Great Tree shimmered, and for a brief moment, superimposed over it, was a rahaun woman, hands clasped in front of her, her hair intertwined through the branches and leaves. Again the tree shuddered and as he watched she looked up, her eyes locked on his.

Flee. Now. While you still can.

Her head bowed and the tree continued to lean. With a deafening crack, it fell, the great trunk crushed buildings beneath it, wedged tightly against the gate. He felt a hand on his arm, a voice hollering in his ear.

“We have to go, now!”

 

Have a good day folks.

 

 

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So I had this up for hours, half wrote a flash fiction and got bogged down by sick kids and a brain that was most disobedient. Darn the thing I kept falling asleep! I just read over the flash fic piece and I have no idea where the heck I was going with it. I’m sorry but I think I have to pass, again, on FFF. OF course it IS a moot point as it is now Saturday.

Anyways, I have been thinking and planning and mostly silent in the blogosphere, mainly because there is so much going on I am hesitant to go into too many details.

Today is the first of December and I think my plan for today is simply get my workout done and get another chapter of Crossroads written. I might even get a snip up here. I stress the might.

As for my december goals; Finish crossroads. That’s it.

 

Have a great Sat.

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Draft 1, in it’s horrible and patch-worked state, is done.

 

Done.

 

 

**runs around screaming**

 

**pants**

 

ok now to get to Crossroads. It’s sitting at about 25k and I Think I could get a rough draft done at 70 – 90k.

 

 

 

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I am still behind on my nano count, on the flip side, Bastard Prince hit 90,000 words and I’m still writing on it.

I think that, no mater what the final word count ends up as, is worth it.

And I forgot to post this (about 4 hours ago) opps!

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From the nano. Enjoy

Talia tucked her supplies into a small bag and set it on the table beneath the window. She took a scan around the room and froze, heart pounding loudly in her ears. The door was barred, she could see the chain still across it. Nothing could have entered the room. Not without her hearing. Yet standing just inside the door, in a crisp white nightgown, long black hair over her shoulders, was a child, looking down. Double tipped ears peeked from her hair. Her skin was so pale, and when she looked up, Talia swallowed. Blue eyes, deeper blue than any other she’d seen, except… she shook her head. She was going crazy.

“Are you lost?” Talia whispered. The child tipped her head to one side, not moving. Not blinking. “I’m sorry, but what is it you need?”

“You have to find him.” A child’s voice, but soft as the wind.

“Find who?”

The child frowned, stepping closer. “You can do it to, his trick. You have to. If you don’t, they’ll all die!” She was clutching her hands together.

“Who will die?” Talia knelt as the child neared her.

“Father will.”

Talia swallowed. Zander? She had to be dreaming. This was impossible. But, this child was half hume, and her eyes like the King’s, like Zander’s. Who else could she have possibly meant?

“If father dies, hope is lost. Don’t you see?” The child was eye to eye with her, those brilliant eyes shining from an inner light. Light. This was the new, Lady of the Light? Talia was certain of it.

“You’re the only one who can.”

“I don’t know how.” Talia murmured, but she did, somehow, she knew how to do it.

The child smiled, even as Talia realized she could see through her tiny form to the door behind her. “Yes. You do. Hurry, there’s not much time.”

Silence fell and Talia found herself staring at the door in the dimming evening light. She pushed herself to her feet, still staring at the doorway.

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What happened?

Wow. OK, so life is interesting.

Writing is too.

This months’ list is limited to finishing Bastard Prince and then playing with digi art and editing side projects.  I have this Zombie idea that has been growing on me. It is now sitting at over 1500 words and still going. Words that haunt:

My daddy always called me his Angel, but my mama called me born of the devil. 

I don’t know about you, but I “hear” a heavy southern accent.

Ok time to get to writing. Will check the sales later. I haven’t been marketing or anything because of RL issues. My sales are not the best atm but I am not too bothered by it.

 

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The nano project is halfway complete, sitting at 40k. IfI can do 2 5k days I can call nano done and just focus on finishing the book itself. Then I will take about a month or two just to focus on playing with covers. Seeing as it looks like we may be moving sometime between Feb 1st and March 30th I don’t want to get too deep into another project. So I’ll probably be editing E1 and playing with digi art.

 

Here is a nano snip; hope you are all staying safe today.

 

“We think she was able to do what you did, are doing. Your abilities are suppressing your illness. If that could be… channeled, what an interesting thing that would be.” She leaned forward, the lite clatter sound from her armor as she moved seemed very loud. “Something changed, when you hauled Hayner up. We want to see if we can help you control this ability.”

“In return?” Zander glanced at Lord Merdoc.

“You would join the Sarukai. And all the…. fun that entails.” Lady Nyhavi said with a tight smile.

“There is a possibility that by using your abilities for other matters, beside suppressing the Wasting could bring an early onset of symptoms. We saw that with your mother.” Lord Merdoc cautioned. “It could bring you to an earlier grave. The choice is yours.”

Zander looked back down at the disk, not seeing the wood, the charring or the slight imperfections in the carving. He saw possibilities. “I’m a dead man either way.” He closed his fingers around the disk, feeling the sides of it digging into his palm. He met Lady Nyhavi’s cool gaze. “I’ll do it.”

“It is not an easy path. Death by Zarconis or the Dark Immortals is a very real possibility”  She nodded, made a slight gesture at Lord Merdoc who inclined his head and left.

“Everyone dies.” He said. “Even the gods”

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Ok, spotty posting, sorry. Life just started itsholiday ramp up, joy of joys.

 

Anyways, nano is sitting at 33k and I am loving the way this story is falling together. Am busy with family stuff so here is a snip, and if I don’t get back to the blog before thursday;

 

Happy Thanksgiving!

 

 

NaNo Snip:  WARNING; THIS IS A BIT GROSS

 

“We’ll have to camp here,” Hayner said. “And go on after we rest. Sound good?”

Zander nodded, sinking down to the ground. He leaned back, tucked the light globe into his vest and closed his eyes.

“Zander wake up!” Hayner’s voice dragged at him, pulling him from the sleep that claimed him so easily.

He forced his eyes open, and sat up. In the edge of the light was movement.

“I’ve got this as bright as it will go. There’s something very large out there.” Hayner’s voice was very bland. He had drawn one of his swords and was crouched, just watching.

“What the hell is it?” Zander whispered. He scrambled to his feet, pulling his own blade.

“I don’t know.” Hayner “I haven’t…” his words faded as a very long sticklike something moved into the light, followed by another. Zander was reminded of a spider’s legs. He stepped back, barely breathing.

Into the light crept the large, bulbous body of something but it was the shape atop it that sent Zander to shaking.

“Holy fuck.” He whispered.

It looked like what might have been a man, might have been a rahaun. Flesh hung, dried and peeling from corded and dark looking muscle. Arms hung at either side, one hand which looked more skeletal than flesh, clutched a halberd. The face was more skull and peeling flesh. The nose long gone and most of the lower right jaw had no flesh whatsoever. The eyes were still there, gray, clouded and dead.

“Oh I am so going to kick Merdoc’s ass.” Hayner whispered.

As it moved closer, it’s spider like legs scraped and rustled against each other. Zander gritted his teeth, glancing back behind them. The tunnel loomed behind them.

“Should we make a break for it?”

Hayner shook his head, gritting his teeth. “We’re Bright Light. We can take it.”

“How?” Zander asked.

Hayner took a deep breath. “Take out the legs. Its…” he shook his head. “Just take out the legs and stay clear of the halberd.”

“In the dark?”

“It’s blind.” Hayner said.

“So are we.” Zander pointed out. Fear was fading fast. He darted forward, dodging one of the legs to slash at one of the shorter back ones. His sword crunched through it, the dead jaw opened and a long, low moan filled the air as it stumbled against the side of the ravine. It slashed blindly with the halberd, narrowly missing Zander. Hayner was darting in on it’s other side, his light flickering with each movement.

When all the legs were cut and lay twitching on the ground they stepped back. The body was covered in a thick shell up to where the corpse’s abdomen was attached. It flailed the halbred around making it difficult for them to get an easy blow. Zander blocked it and Hayner took the arm off. The arm, still clutching the Halbred twitched on the ground for a few heartbeats, dark liquid oozed from the stump.

“SSSsss… Sorcery and swords!” The whisper stopped them both in their tracks and they stared, horrified at the thing. “I wassss and honorable man once…”

Zander looked at Hayner who was shaking his head, whispering a prayer. He swung his sword in an arch cutting the other arm. The thing groaned again, turning its head in that direction.

“Gods forsook us,” It leaned forward. “Burn me.”

“It’s aware.” Zander whispered.

“The hell it is.” Hayner took its head off, the blow made his head roll into the darkness. The torso collapsed backwards, the front of it tearing away from base, the smell of rotting intestines filled the air as they dribbled out of its stomach.

Zander gagged, stumbling backwards as his own stomach tried to reject his meager dinner.

Hayner walked away blinking rapidly. “Lets get through that tunnel and onto the ______ plains.”

Zander stared at the thing nodding. “What was it?”

“Something that should have died in the last god war.”  

 

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I crossed 20k last night. Am very proud of myself. I’m not stressing on wordcounts, as long as I have my daily 1700 I figure it was a good writing day, I refuse to freak out if my counts are lower. I’m having fun and that is the reason I do nano, to have fun. I love working with this story, am glad I decided to rewrite this. I am hitting some of the fun fun stuff and already suspect I have started it too early in the story.

 

So here is a snip, and off to do more writing today…

 

The shop was small and the windows dirty and dusty. The air was heavy with incense and tobacco and the shelved walls were lined with bottles, boxes and books. Little statuettes were inter-spaced on the shelves and on the narrow wooden counter, carved wooden and marble miniatures of the great statues of the gods in the temples. Zander recognized the Goddess Avari and the God Solur from his youthful trips to the temples in Purgatory. But there were others, ones whoes names he did not know. He leaned over the ebony statue of a woman, her race was unlike any he’d seen. Real cloth covered her slender form, a rich dark orange that contrasted with the shiny, dark wood. At her feet was carved  a broken sword and beside it, a wilted flower. He gripped his sword belt to keep from touching the dainty little statue.

“Even the gods die, hume.” The voice was rough, far from friendly and Zander straitened and found himself face to face with a fairly short rahaun. Black eyes peered from a pasty pale face, framed by dark hair, almost but not quite black. His one ear was double-tipped but looked odd, almost like webbing between the points, the other looked half torn off though both were decorated with fine chains and dangling round charms. “I’m dark rahaun, boy. You can stop staring.”

Zander blinked and felt his face heat up as the dark rahaun passed him. “Forgive me, I hadn’t realized I was.”

“Everyone stares at the dark rahaun.” He sniffed and moved behind the counter. He wore gray robes that looked threadbare. “It is a minor annoyance, one I am used to.” He lifted the little statuette Zander had been staring at, his long fingernails clacked on the wood. “This is the Goddess Vent.” He set it on the counter, tapping the head of the statuette. “She died, at the hands of the other gods, a long long time ago. Even the gods die.”

“I’m looking for Mage Nordel.” Zander said, trying to shake off the unease the dark rahaun’s words gave him.

The Dark Rahun’s eyebrows twitched and a strange smile curved his lips and he stroked the carved hair. “She was betrayed by the other gods, you know.” He looked up and placed both hands on the counter. “Some say she will come back, some say she waits for the right time.”

“My mother knew a dark rahaun whoes name is Nordel, if you are not he, can you tell me where to find him?”

“You don’t care for the gods?”

Zander gritted his teeth, unease replaced by irritation. “The gods can kiss my ass. Are you Mage Nordel?”

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I skipped a few days, and I apologize for that. Things have been rocky on the homefront.

Nano and writing.

Due to home issues my output has suffered, but that is all right, I’m still getting words, the story is still getting down. But I don’t think I’ll shoot for the double nano this year. Just regular nano is fine with me.

Each person has their own writing styles. I find that with every story I work on, I learn more about what works for me and what doesn’t. I love the fact that with writing I am always learning in someway, whether through research or just seeing a new method of putting things together.

I worked this up last night before crashing:

 

“Dark Rahaun?” Zander asked, tripping over the words. He wasn’t familiar with the term, but one of his letters was addressed to a Mage Nordel.

“years ago,one of the offspring of the first great Emperor of the Rahaun,”

“Tulel.” Valen interjected. Petlr scowled at him and continued.

“Decided to play with the dimensions, that is other-realms. Anyways he opened what they called Rift Gates and discovered a world they called the Shadowlands.” Petlr inhaled from his pipe and exhaled a long stream of sweet-smelling smoke before continuing. “Well, there was an uprising among the Rahaun, this happened thousands of years before the Humans arrived, by the way, this was toushish, long ago.” He hit the pipe again and spread his hands apart somehow managing to keep hold of it. “The emperor was almost killed and in retaliation he banished seven families, large families, through the Rift Gates and then ordered them torn down. For thousands of years no one knew what befell those families, until the war of Vent. It was that war, when the gods marched against her that the goddess Vent opened a rift across the Valley of Tour, what is now Pearthea,” he shot a direct look at Zander. “and let loose an army of Dark Rahaun, the descendants of those the emperor banished so long ago.”

 

 

NaNo count:  13,099 / 50,000

Book Count   13,099/ 150,000
And yes I am going to keep writing past the end of nano to simply finish this damn book. Then the plan is to finish Elemental Truth Edits to get that ready to publish after the first of the year. After that, Crossroads will need to be written.

That is the plan, and plans in my life have a tendency to change.

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Since my schedule allows for it I went ahead and stayed up for 12:00 to arrive then wrote 2036 in just over two hours. Was going to go for 3 k however one of my littlest ones woke up and I just couldn’t keep my eyes opened.

So some of you requested snips… Just keep in mind, it is NaNo and it is rough.

 

 

Snip # 1

He patted his vest and silently counted the street numbers of the warehouses. Finding the one he sought he hesitated, re-reading the script on the metal plaque. 

Master Anders

He took a deep breath. The first letter was to this stranger. He pushed the tall wooden door open. A wall of heat hit him as he entered. The room beyond was narrow, lined with tapestries and bookshelves and dominated by a large desk and a huge man sitting at it scribbling away at parchment with a feather quill.

“The ship has not yet arrived, I am waiting impatiently for the shipment also.” The man said in the rahaun language, not looking up. Zander was pleased, he understood it! A part of him feared he’d learned it wrong. “I will send word when it arrives!”

“I’m not here about a shipment.” Zander said, carefully. The man scratching on parchment paused but he didn’t look up.

“Interesting accent, one I haven’t heard in a long time. Where you from lad?” He dipped his quill into the small pot of ink in front of him and resumed his scratching on the parchment.

Zander frowned. “Pearthea. But I’ve been in Balinor for a couple years.”

The scratching stopped and the man looked up sharply, his eyes going wide staring at Zander.

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Bastard Prince is sortof a pillgramage. It is an epic story following the life of a runnaway prince. I ground to a halt in writing it when I hit the really tough emotional part of the book. You know the part that starts everything falling apart for him.


I picked it back up a few days ago in an effort to try to keep from starting working on the NaNo.

I just wrote one of the hardest scenes in this book. I cried.

Maybe it is just me.

There will be more. Lots more. Cities will fall betrayals will happen. Hearts will break.


I'm writing again! :D

Writing Schedule through Dec.

Mind you this is very tentative as we are also planning a move.


Editing.
Oh man I have so much stuff that is just languishing on the hard drive (flashdrive actually). Playing for the Dead needs to be edited.


Writing/Finishing.

Last night I wrote up a list of half finished projects that really need to get finished. Bastard Prince, though smooshed with the old version of Crossroads still has placecard areas that need to be finished. So I would really like to finish it.


Fresh Writing.
NaNo.
A survival type romance set in a Polynesian-based culture. Mind you it is a fantasy world, not earth but it has a very Island feel to it. This is for fun, a different type of story. A huge writing exercise for me.

Gots to go.

I am still debating on doing NaNo.

I am a busy woman to begin with. And I don't know that it would be successful. Yet I am nuts and thinking I have this interesting idea which might work.

The idea has quite a few nifty elements that have kept me up at night thinking about them.

A band of three brothers in exile.
A Blood Oath.
Seven powerful sorceresses.
An invasion and overthrow
A prince in hiding.
A sacrifice of some sort.

Overall I can see a series (I don't think in stand alones tbh) that might hit seven or eight books. Revolving around these sorceresses. NaNo would be the first one.

Lots to think about really.

What are your NaNo thoughts?