And Now for the Other Kind of Neep

[dancinghorse]

Yes, writer neep. I haven't actually written any new pages today. It's that stage of a book--usually within the first 100 pages--when the outline starts to wake up and the characters start to get a line and, more or less, march. The book is the sequel to this fall's Roc offering, Rite of Conquest. You can see its very pretty cover on my website--go down to Forthcoming.

This means that it already has a set of characters in place, although since it's a historical fantasy, some have died, some have cycled out of range, and a gang of new ones have cycled in. The trick has been to figure out which of the extant characters to keep, then which ones to focus on, and which new ones to add. While making sure the book stands on its own and doesn't suffer from sequelitis. And there is an Editorial Demand, namely, that it be "romantic." Ho-kay. Luckily, history is in the mood to cooperate.

It's been slogging along, disrupted by all the alarums and excursions of the past few weeks--heck, let's blame it all on Mercury retrograde. In fact my beginnings always slog, there are always five or ten chapters of wandering around more or less aimlessly while the outline tries to figure itself out, and then once it does, the book picks up speed.

I think we're at the almost-figured-out stage. Which means going back and recasting some bits and slipping in an additional character and then we can go back to writing first-first draft.

Just in time to go through it all again with the other book I've got in the lineup.

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[dancinghorse.livejournal.com]

There are few things worse than waking up to the sound of a cat barfing on the floor in front of your bed. :P :P :P

There is one.

Waking up and putting your foot down and stepping in cat barf. Cold cat barf.