Well, since it’s been a while since I’ve posted an update, here’s what’s new with my WIP:
- I’m working on Chapter 15. The holidays killed my writing schedule.
- I’m mostly writing during my lunch breaks. This means I’m not getting much writing done outside of that one hour a day, and I feel like I should be doing more. It’s causing some angst.
The urge to edit is rearing its ugly head again. I’m fighting it, but wondering if my fight is in vain.
- I’m also revising The Lokana Chronicles again with help from the wonderful Ryan Holmes, and have caught a couple bad habits popping up as I write. It’s so much easier to just stop myself from writing them in the first place than it is to go back and fix them later.
- I seem to have hit that point where writing becomes work. The new has worn off; my story and I have left the honeymoon period where everything is all butterflies and rainbows and unicorns and love. Now we’ve hit the teen years, where I find it annoying and it hates me and is all, “God! Parents just don’t understand!” and I’m all, “Teenagers! So irresponsible!” in my best Sebastian voice (you know, from The Little Mermaid), even though I really suck at voices. But we’ll get through it, I know we will, and then the really hard work will begin. *sigh*
And now, the snippet:
The knock at his door startled him. Narok’s arm jerked in surprise at the sudden intrusion and his hand slammed right into a brand new bottle of ink. Jet-black rivulets rushed down the page, bound for the shoreline of his finest buff breeches. He jumped up, knocking over his chair in his haste, but he wasn’t quick enough.
“Maru Doon? Are you in there?”
It was his valet. Narok looked down at his ink-speckled breeches and sighed. At home in Braxar, he’d have given the man an earful but here, where he was a guest dependent on the goodwill of his host, it would not do to be seen throwing a temper tantrum over a bit of spilled ink.
So there you have it! A nice, quick little update while my brain is still partly functional. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to go find some caffeine and ingest a large quantity of it so that I might make it through the night. Based on Tadpole and Tomcat’s current activity schedules (keep in mind that they are ten and nine, respectively), I hate to think what life will be like in a few more years. Maybe I should just by stock in Dr. Pepper now. At the rate I’m drinking it, they’re sure to have a banner decade coming up! 🙂
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