Swan Riders grows feathers
(originally posted at erinbow.com)
I am pleased to report that my fledging novel is flapping along.
This is the second book of Children of Peace, which for now I'm calling *The Swan RIders*. I've added a few thousand words this week. Specifically I wrote the opening chapter, and the climax for the first act. Unfortunately, while I know the beginning and end of the first act, I don't know the middle, don't know my way from A to B. (I do know they go by horse and existential crisis, but that's about it. Speaking of: shoot, I think I'm going to have to take a riding lesson or two. At least it will add some variety to the rather gruesome research I've been doing into sucking chest wounds.)
It's possible when I do take that A to B journey that makes up the middle it won't end up where I think it's going to and I'll have to scrap the chapter. But oh well. The important thing for now is that I like it. I have one character who's a hoot to write for. I am always trapping myself with emotionally closed characters who are interested in things like order and restraint (Greta Stuart, I'm looking at you) so when I get over the top characters it's delicious change of weather. This one is prone to replying to little questions like "Are you all right" with: "A list of the various ways in which I am not all right, Greta, would top the Oxford English Dictionary. The unabridged one. With the little magnifying glass."
Anyway, I write ever spare second and think of the book when I'm not wiritng. When you start daydreaming about your own stuff, you're onto something.
I'm setting a #wipmadness goal for July of 15,000 words total. I'm at 7,000 now.
I am pleased to report that my fledging novel is flapping along.
This is the second book of Children of Peace, which for now I'm calling *The Swan RIders*. I've added a few thousand words this week. Specifically I wrote the opening chapter, and the climax for the first act. Unfortunately, while I know the beginning and end of the first act, I don't know the middle, don't know my way from A to B. (I do know they go by horse and existential crisis, but that's about it. Speaking of: shoot, I think I'm going to have to take a riding lesson or two. At least it will add some variety to the rather gruesome research I've been doing into sucking chest wounds.)
It's possible when I do take that A to B journey that makes up the middle it won't end up where I think it's going to and I'll have to scrap the chapter. But oh well. The important thing for now is that I like it. I have one character who's a hoot to write for. I am always trapping myself with emotionally closed characters who are interested in things like order and restraint (Greta Stuart, I'm looking at you) so when I get over the top characters it's delicious change of weather. This one is prone to replying to little questions like "Are you all right" with: "A list of the various ways in which I am not all right, Greta, would top the Oxford English Dictionary. The unabridged one. With the little magnifying glass."
Anyway, I write ever spare second and think of the book when I'm not wiritng. When you start daydreaming about your own stuff, you're onto something.
I'm setting a #wipmadness goal for July of 15,000 words total. I'm at 7,000 now.