Almost ready for Mark the intern on Friday. Need to make a links page, and need to type a chapter of Blood into the Computer. Since that’s vaguely secretarial, I’ll do that first. 🙂 Very soon. Now? Well, very soon.
Something that came my way today via Shirley Karr. I’m going to try to remember it each day as I write.
Write, revise, submit. Repeat as needed. And write the kind of stories you most enjoy reading â€“ your passion and pleasure will communicate itself to the reader, and elevate your story-telling skills. This is a tough business, so do everything you can to enjoy the journey, the actual process of writing.
With chapter 4 now finished, I have 98 pages, and I’m about 1/4 of the way through this project.
This week I have to take some time out to work on some biographical materials, and decide what should go up at my website, which a graphics intern at Kirkwood is working on for me. That means I need to type some scenes from Blood into the computer, so he has some of that, and focus on marketable things…
I also need a decent picture of myself. Something tells me I may have to make some arrangements to get one of those.
Also plan on finishing that last scene of the outttakes soon, and then on to chapter 5, and the tale of the homonculi children. Not that you heard that here…
Polished the Klarion Scroll scene, decided to close chapter 4 with a short scene, and have come to some plot revelations about ways to handle Isolde, who will most likely be keeping her identity somewhat secret throughout the book , so there will be a nummy bit for the readers later.
Also did some plotting in regard to that nummy bit and a major subplot in the book.
It’s sure nice to have a helpful muse!
Well, I am. I wrote about 1000 words yesterday in putting together the Klarion Scroll chamber scene. It needs polishing, but the pipe is laid.
Two more scenes for chapter 4–Isolde’s re-emergence and the beginning of the custody battle. I hope to do one each day this weekend.
ã€€ã€€Stephanus picked at the egg salad sandwich on his tray, running his finger along the edge, making the salad cream even with the bread. Isis meowed at him from the bottom of the bed. “You don’t have to stay,” said Stephanus. She meowed at him again. “It’s no good saying anything to me,” said Stephanus. “I don’t speak cat.” He leaned over to scratch her head and she purred. “Well,” he said to her softly, “I speak that much cat.” Isis rubbed her head against his arm. “You know,” he said quietly, “I could take Eurydice and Ammut. We could leave. He couldn’t take us away then, and we wouldn’t cause anyone any more trouble.” Isis’ eyes, bright and open, reflected the sun that had broken through the clouds. “That might be for the best. The safest, any how.”
ã€€ã€€ã€€Isis’ ears perked as the door inched open. Isis padded off the bed, toward the door, tail raised like an antenna. A girl, hair pulled back in a severe ponytail, peered in. “Who are you? What do you want?” said Stephanus. He hoped she hadn’t heard him talking to the cat.
ã€€ã€€ã€€”Shari Pitch,” she said. “I wanted to see Errol’s cat.”
ã€€ã€€ã€€”Shari Pitch,” Stephanus repeated. “You’re here for the party?”
ã€€ã€€ã€€”Yes,” she said. “You’re the cousin, aren’t you? I hear you’re sick.”
ã€€ã€€ã€€”I don’t like parties,” Stephanus said, crossing his arms.
ã€€ã€€ã€€”I don’t much either. I do want a look about, however. This is a very big house.”
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