Today, I got a call from a self-pub service. I was most certainly not expecting that call and you can imagine how it blew my mind. Immediately after the call ended, I made a post on Facebook about it. I must admit, I'm still rather shook up over the encounter; by the Gods, it was nervewrecking!
With my day drawing to a close, it's left me time to think and to ask questions of other writers I know. Yanek especially.
Self-pubbing isn't a bad way to go, but it can get really pricy. Of course, that path is quick and has quick payouts. Traditional, however, takes time and often has a bigger payout in the end. But, really, who gets in this business because they want to get rich off it? (You in the corner! Put your hand down!)
After bombarding Yanek with messages, he reminded me that there are a few things I should focus on before I go chasing after publishing house. Revisions, he said. And writing more stuff! Also, platform building. So, for this moment and many moments onward, my mantra shall be: Revisions and platform.
So, that is what I'm doing: platform building (sort of). I'll chase those dreams of publishing when that road is finally finished being paved. For right now, I'm still on a dirt path.
Thursday, January 10, 2013
Monday, January 7, 2013
This is the new Prologue/Chapter One
This is the new chapter one that I added to my book. Let me know what you think, yeah?
Chapter One
Weeks of planning. That’s what it had taken to plan the battle that was going to seal the fate of the Delacroixes. The Court of Exiles had been courting the end of the First Son’s War for months. Every time they came close, the Delacroixes danced just out of the Silvers reach. It had given Marius more than one gray hair and various sleepless nights.
Marius sat at his desk, his brow furrowed over a proposal from a caravan on the Trade Route when he heard the horns blowing. The king sat still for a moment, his heart racing as he recognized the pattern of the notes. As he was standing from his desk, the door to Marius’s private chambers flew open.
“My lord.” The captain of the guard stepped into the room, his usually calm face flush and his green eyes filled with excitement. Cypress Holt’s silvery blonde hair looked windblown. Paired with the lightweight shirt and torn breeches, Marius could only assume the captain had been at the training yard when he heard the horn call. “The troops are back,” Cypress said after sweeping a bow.
“I hear this,” Marius said. “My general will brief us in Battle Sanctum?” He left his paperwork lying on his desk as he started toward the door. The caravans could wait.
“He’s on his way here. A scout was sent ahead to insist that he meet with you in your private chamber,” Cypress said. He brushed a hand through his hair, succeeding in tussling it even more. The King of Exiles understood the meaning; they had had a problem with spies and assassins throughout the war. His private chamber was perhaps the safest placed for a briefing.
“How close are they?” Marius sat back in his seat, his fingers shuffling around the papers that littered the top of his desk. He might have the time to get through his paperwork, but Marius highly doubted he would be able to give more than half a mind to the contents.
“They will be here within the hour.” Cypress stood by the door, still fidgeting. Marius could not blame him. He was having issues trying to keep himself from showing the extent his excitement. Marius rested his head in his hands, his black hair falling into his dark eyes. The King of Exiles could feel his ancestors smiling on him. He had finished what they had started.
Marius stretched, feeling the ache in his tired body. If it had only been the war that had kept the King of Exiles from sleeping, Marius might not have been so anxious. But now, the war was ending. Marius found there was a bitterness to his sweet victory. His ancestors may have smiled upon him, but they did not smile upon his only surviving heir who was a growing concern.
Aubrey was the youngest of Marius’s triplet sons and the second to last of the six Silver children. It didn’t matter what the king did to try to involve the boy in the everyday workings of the Court of Exiles. Aubrey continued his lifestyle that revolved around lightskirts and drinking. The boy showed no potential as a king.
As promised, the general of Marius’s army was standing in his private chambers within the hour. The general stood at attention, a lift in his chin that was the only sign of the pride that must be swelling in his chest. Marius had leaned back in his chair with his fingers steepled beneath his chin.
“You have news for me.” Marius kept his tone even. There was no need to lose the control he had over his household just because of a victory.
“The Delacroixes have surrendered,” the general said. “They have put stipulations on their surrender, however.”
Marius raised an eyebrow. “I do not recall asking for a surrender from Delacroix Manor.”
“My lord, you did not order obliteration either.” The general remained still as the King of Exiles scrutinized him. Finally, Marius motioned for him to continue his report. “Desmond Delacroix requested that we consider this more of an alliance than a surrender.”
“But he did surrender?” Marius cut in. “Just assure me of that.”
The general pulled out a scroll that looked as if it were the cleanest thing on the man and handed it to Marius. “He drafted and signed his own terms of surrender.”
“Presumptuous, just like his father,” Marius murmured as he unrolled the scroll. The King of Exiles read through the terms of surrender once and felt his brow furrow as he read it a second time. “This is what he expects me to agree to? What does he take me for?”
“What shall we do?” Cypress asked from the door.
“Gather the High Guard in Battle Sanctum. I’ll fetch Lady Naomi and we’ll all hear the details.” Marius stood, the full weight of his position falling on his shoulders again. It had become a mantle he was accustomed to, but the burden of obstacles unknown had shifted to the center of his shoulder blades. “The Court of Exiles has won the First Son’s War. Congratulations, gentlemen.”
Chapter One
Weeks of planning. That’s what it had taken to plan the battle that was going to seal the fate of the Delacroixes. The Court of Exiles had been courting the end of the First Son’s War for months. Every time they came close, the Delacroixes danced just out of the Silvers reach. It had given Marius more than one gray hair and various sleepless nights.
Marius sat at his desk, his brow furrowed over a proposal from a caravan on the Trade Route when he heard the horns blowing. The king sat still for a moment, his heart racing as he recognized the pattern of the notes. As he was standing from his desk, the door to Marius’s private chambers flew open.
“My lord.” The captain of the guard stepped into the room, his usually calm face flush and his green eyes filled with excitement. Cypress Holt’s silvery blonde hair looked windblown. Paired with the lightweight shirt and torn breeches, Marius could only assume the captain had been at the training yard when he heard the horn call. “The troops are back,” Cypress said after sweeping a bow.
“I hear this,” Marius said. “My general will brief us in Battle Sanctum?” He left his paperwork lying on his desk as he started toward the door. The caravans could wait.
“He’s on his way here. A scout was sent ahead to insist that he meet with you in your private chamber,” Cypress said. He brushed a hand through his hair, succeeding in tussling it even more. The King of Exiles understood the meaning; they had had a problem with spies and assassins throughout the war. His private chamber was perhaps the safest placed for a briefing.
“How close are they?” Marius sat back in his seat, his fingers shuffling around the papers that littered the top of his desk. He might have the time to get through his paperwork, but Marius highly doubted he would be able to give more than half a mind to the contents.
“They will be here within the hour.” Cypress stood by the door, still fidgeting. Marius could not blame him. He was having issues trying to keep himself from showing the extent his excitement. Marius rested his head in his hands, his black hair falling into his dark eyes. The King of Exiles could feel his ancestors smiling on him. He had finished what they had started.
Marius stretched, feeling the ache in his tired body. If it had only been the war that had kept the King of Exiles from sleeping, Marius might not have been so anxious. But now, the war was ending. Marius found there was a bitterness to his sweet victory. His ancestors may have smiled upon him, but they did not smile upon his only surviving heir who was a growing concern.
Aubrey was the youngest of Marius’s triplet sons and the second to last of the six Silver children. It didn’t matter what the king did to try to involve the boy in the everyday workings of the Court of Exiles. Aubrey continued his lifestyle that revolved around lightskirts and drinking. The boy showed no potential as a king.
As promised, the general of Marius’s army was standing in his private chambers within the hour. The general stood at attention, a lift in his chin that was the only sign of the pride that must be swelling in his chest. Marius had leaned back in his chair with his fingers steepled beneath his chin.
“You have news for me.” Marius kept his tone even. There was no need to lose the control he had over his household just because of a victory.
“The Delacroixes have surrendered,” the general said. “They have put stipulations on their surrender, however.”
Marius raised an eyebrow. “I do not recall asking for a surrender from Delacroix Manor.”
“My lord, you did not order obliteration either.” The general remained still as the King of Exiles scrutinized him. Finally, Marius motioned for him to continue his report. “Desmond Delacroix requested that we consider this more of an alliance than a surrender.”
“But he did surrender?” Marius cut in. “Just assure me of that.”
The general pulled out a scroll that looked as if it were the cleanest thing on the man and handed it to Marius. “He drafted and signed his own terms of surrender.”
“Presumptuous, just like his father,” Marius murmured as he unrolled the scroll. The King of Exiles read through the terms of surrender once and felt his brow furrow as he read it a second time. “This is what he expects me to agree to? What does he take me for?”
“What shall we do?” Cypress asked from the door.
“Gather the High Guard in Battle Sanctum. I’ll fetch Lady Naomi and we’ll all hear the details.” Marius stood, the full weight of his position falling on his shoulders again. It had become a mantle he was accustomed to, but the burden of obstacles unknown had shifted to the center of his shoulder blades. “The Court of Exiles has won the First Son’s War. Congratulations, gentlemen.”
Sunday, January 6, 2013
New Chapter One?
So, yesterday I was debating on whether or not to include an introduction chapter in Marius's point of view. I wrote one out and thought I would share it. Be mindful, it is super rough, but you can get the idea of what it would be.
As a side note, I'm looking forward to Imbolc. I think it will be...interesting.
Chapter One
Weeks of planning. That’s what it had taken to plan the battle that was going to seal the fate of the Delacroixes. The Court of Exiles had been courting the end of the First Son’s War for months. Every time they came close, the Delacroixes danced just out of the Silvers reach. It had given Marius more than one gray hair and various sleepless nights.
If it had only been the war that had kept the King of Exiles from sleeping, Marius might not have been so anxious. As it were, Marius was running out of heirs to his throne. He had watched along side his wife as his children were taken into Krie’s Shade. Only one child remained and he was as uninterested in politics as it was possible to be.
Aubrey was the youngest of Marius’s triplet sons and the second to last of the six Silver children. It didn’t matter what the king did to try to involve the boy in the everyday workings of the Court of Exiles. Aubrey continued his lifestyle that revolved around lightskirts and drinking.
Marius sat at his desk, his brow furrowed over a proposal from a caravan on the Trade Route when he heard the horns blowing. The king sat still for a moment, his heart racing as he recognized the pattern of the notes. As he was standing from his desk, the door to Marius’s private chambers flew open.
“My lord.” The captain of the guard stepped into the room, his usually calm face flush and his green eyes filled with excitement. Cypress Holt’s silvery blonde hair looked windblown. Paired with the lightweight shirt and torn breeches, Marius could only assume the captain had been at the training yard when he heard the horn call. “The troops are back,” Cypress said after sweeping a bow.
“My general will brief us in Battle Sanctum?” Marius left his paperwork lying on his desk as he started toward the door.
“He’s on his way here. A scout was sent ahead to insist that he meet with you in your private chamber,” Cypress said. He brushed a hand through his hair, succeeding in tussling it even more.
“How close are they?” Marius sat back in his seat, his fingers shuffling around the papers that littered the top of his desk.
“They will be here within the hour.” Cypress stood by the door, still fidgeting. Marius could not blame him. He was having issues trying to keep himself from showing the extent his excitement. Marius rested his head in his hands, his black hair falling into his dark eyes. The King of Exiles could feel his ancestors smiling on him. He had finished what they had started.
As promised, the general of Marius’s army was standing in his private chambers within the hour. The general stood at attention, a lift in his chin that was the only sign of the pride that must be swelling in his chest. Marius had leaned back in his chair with his fingers steepled beneath his chin.
“You have news for me.” Marius kept his tone even. There was no need to lose the control he had over his household just because of a victory.
“The Delacroixes have surrendered,” the general said. “They have put stipulations on their surrender, however.”
Marius raised an eyebrow. “I do not recall asking for a surrender from Delacroix Manor.”
“My lord, you did not order obliteration either.” The general remained still as the King of Exiles scrutinized him. Finally, Marius motioned for him to continue his report. “Desmond Delacroix requested that we consider this more of an alliance than a surrender.”
“But he did surrender?” Marius cut in. “Just assure me of that.”
The general pulled out a scroll that looked as if it were the cleanest thing on the man and handed it to Marius. “He drafted and signed his own terms of surrender.”
“Presumptuous, just like his father,” Marius murmured as he unrolled the scroll. The King of Exiles read through the terms of surrender once and felt his brow furrow as he read it a second time. “This is what he expects me to agree to? What does he take me for?”
“What shall we do?” Cypress asked from the door.
“Gather the High Guard in Battle Sanctum. I’ll fetch Lady Naomi and we’ll all hear the details.” Marius stood. “The Court of Exiles has won the First Son’s War. Congratulations, gentlemen.”
Chapter One
Weeks of planning. That’s what it had taken to plan the battle that was going to seal the fate of the Delacroixes. The Court of Exiles had been courting the end of the First Son’s War for months. Every time they came close, the Delacroixes danced just out of the Silvers reach. It had given Marius more than one gray hair and various sleepless nights.
If it had only been the war that had kept the King of Exiles from sleeping, Marius might not have been so anxious. As it were, Marius was running out of heirs to his throne. He had watched along side his wife as his children were taken into Krie’s Shade. Only one child remained and he was as uninterested in politics as it was possible to be.
Aubrey was the youngest of Marius’s triplet sons and the second to last of the six Silver children. It didn’t matter what the king did to try to involve the boy in the everyday workings of the Court of Exiles. Aubrey continued his lifestyle that revolved around lightskirts and drinking.
Marius sat at his desk, his brow furrowed over a proposal from a caravan on the Trade Route when he heard the horns blowing. The king sat still for a moment, his heart racing as he recognized the pattern of the notes. As he was standing from his desk, the door to Marius’s private chambers flew open.
“My lord.” The captain of the guard stepped into the room, his usually calm face flush and his green eyes filled with excitement. Cypress Holt’s silvery blonde hair looked windblown. Paired with the lightweight shirt and torn breeches, Marius could only assume the captain had been at the training yard when he heard the horn call. “The troops are back,” Cypress said after sweeping a bow.
“My general will brief us in Battle Sanctum?” Marius left his paperwork lying on his desk as he started toward the door.
“He’s on his way here. A scout was sent ahead to insist that he meet with you in your private chamber,” Cypress said. He brushed a hand through his hair, succeeding in tussling it even more.
“How close are they?” Marius sat back in his seat, his fingers shuffling around the papers that littered the top of his desk.
“They will be here within the hour.” Cypress stood by the door, still fidgeting. Marius could not blame him. He was having issues trying to keep himself from showing the extent his excitement. Marius rested his head in his hands, his black hair falling into his dark eyes. The King of Exiles could feel his ancestors smiling on him. He had finished what they had started.
As promised, the general of Marius’s army was standing in his private chambers within the hour. The general stood at attention, a lift in his chin that was the only sign of the pride that must be swelling in his chest. Marius had leaned back in his chair with his fingers steepled beneath his chin.
“You have news for me.” Marius kept his tone even. There was no need to lose the control he had over his household just because of a victory.
“The Delacroixes have surrendered,” the general said. “They have put stipulations on their surrender, however.”
Marius raised an eyebrow. “I do not recall asking for a surrender from Delacroix Manor.”
“My lord, you did not order obliteration either.” The general remained still as the King of Exiles scrutinized him. Finally, Marius motioned for him to continue his report. “Desmond Delacroix requested that we consider this more of an alliance than a surrender.”
“But he did surrender?” Marius cut in. “Just assure me of that.”
The general pulled out a scroll that looked as if it were the cleanest thing on the man and handed it to Marius. “He drafted and signed his own terms of surrender.”
“Presumptuous, just like his father,” Marius murmured as he unrolled the scroll. The King of Exiles read through the terms of surrender once and felt his brow furrow as he read it a second time. “This is what he expects me to agree to? What does he take me for?”
“What shall we do?” Cypress asked from the door.
“Gather the High Guard in Battle Sanctum. I’ll fetch Lady Naomi and we’ll all hear the details.” Marius stood. “The Court of Exiles has won the First Son’s War. Congratulations, gentlemen.”
There it is. Let me know what you think, yeah?
As a side note, I'm looking forward to Imbolc. I think it will be...interesting.
Saturday, January 5, 2013
A Fork in the Road
So, I've posted this on my Tumblr account ( http://nicoleswartz.tumblr.com) but I figured I should at least update both audiences.
I'm at a crossroad here. Yanek suggested that I get rid of Chapter Zero. Now, my boyfriend suggests I try another prologue. I think I'm going to try working a prologue into the manuscript. The issue I have is that if I put the prologue of sorts in Marius's view, which is what it would have to be, it might mess with my format of chapter rotations.
I started writing the prologue and this is what I have so far:
So, yeah. This is what I have. I don't know if it's exactly what I want it to be, but it's a start. Let me know what you think. We'll call this a post.
I'm at a crossroad here. Yanek suggested that I get rid of Chapter Zero. Now, my boyfriend suggests I try another prologue. I think I'm going to try working a prologue into the manuscript. The issue I have is that if I put the prologue of sorts in Marius's view, which is what it would have to be, it might mess with my format of chapter rotations.
I started writing the prologue and this is what I have so far:
Weeks of planning. That’s what it had taken to plan the battle that was going to seal the fate of the Delacroixes. The Court of Exiles had been courting the end of the First Son’s War for months. Every time they came close, the Delacroixes danced just out of the Silvers reach. It had given Marius more than one gray hair and various sleepless nights.
If it had only been the war that had kept the King of Exiles from sleeping, Marius might not have been so anxious. As it were, Marius was running out of heirs to his throne. He had watched along side his wife as his children were taken into Krie’s Shade. Only one child remained and he was as uninterested in politics as it was possible to be.
Aubrey was the youngest of Marius’s triplet sons and the second to last of the six Silver children.So, yeah. This is what I have. I don't know if it's exactly what I want it to be, but it's a start. Let me know what you think. We'll call this a post.
Friday, January 4, 2013
A bit of THoF
I know I just posted a blog entry. But I'm just too excited to be writing again. I thought I'd give you a bit to read from The Hand of Fate.
It's just the first two pages of the book. Let me know what you think if you haven't already.
And we'll call that a post.
Chapter One
A dark haired young man lay sprawled across his bed in a tangle of bed sheets and naked bodies. He curled up against one of the bodies, wrapping his arms around the woman’s supple waist and ignoring her sleepy murmur. A blaring horn came from far off, sending a shock of pain through the young man’s head. He buried his face in the woman’s long mess of hair, praying to the Olds Gods to silence the horn. Still, the infernal instrument continued to blast away, coming closer with every moment. The boy stretched out his hands and pulled yet another woman to him. He pressed his ear to her chest, only to push her away when the beating of her heart caused his head to pound in time with it. Again, the horn sounded.Aubrey tore himself from the bed, spilling half empty bottles of Elven wine and mead off the nightstand. He stumbled around the clusters of rubbish, clothing, and slumbering Immortals that littered his floor. The trip to the door was, for the most part, a success. He had managed to only tread on three or four drunks and kick bottles at two. Just as he was about to open the door, Aubrey realized that the horn blasting had sounded different than usual. Also, that he might need to appear semi-decent if he were going to go amongst the people.The Prince of Exiles doubled back in a search for something to wear. In his search, Aubrey caused a few more injuries. While the boy couldn’t bring himself to take someone else’s breeches, he had no issue with pulling the tunic off one of his friends. It was, after all, by far cleaner than any of the shirts Aubrey had lying around. The prince slipped the shirt over his head and fastened the breeches around his waist. By the time he was dressed, Aubrey was still not even remotely awake.In the corridor, the Prince of Exiles skirted around courtiers and servants on his way to Battle Sanctum, the room used by his family for war preparations. After tripping over what felt like half of the court and hearing their shocked whispers about his lack of formal, clean clothing, Aubrey finally made it down three flights of stairs to the Guard’s Corridor. Anything dealing with security could be found in this one section of the Court of Exiles.“My Lord, the best of morrows,” a member of the Lower Guard greeted Aubrey as he entered the Guard’s Corridor, silently forgiving the royal for his casual dress of a loose fitted shirt and breeches that had a mish-mash of stains on them. Aubrey stared at the man, causing the guard to wink a teal colored eye at the prince. “We’ll all have much to celebrate now, my Lord,” he said. Aubrey resisted the urge to bite back a response. It seemed Marius had gotten everyone to rag on his son about the constant parties.The guard lowered his brown curl covered head for a moment, a smile still plastered on his sun burnt face as he paid particular attention to a stretch of polish on the golden pistol in his hands. Aubrey decided that the guard must be Roland Cross. He alone would have such a strange device. “Are you looking for everyone, sire?” he asked cheerily, his eyes not rising to meet Aubrey’s. The prince raised an eyebrow at the guard’s tone before deciding it was too early for mind games. Especially when the prince’s mind was throbbing with the dull ache of the next day consequences of Elven wine.
It's just the first two pages of the book. Let me know what you think if you haven't already.
And we'll call that a post.
Let's play catch-up
12:33 p.m on November 1, 2012 I finished my first novel. It was the first day of Nanowrimo (National Novel Writing Month). Prior to editing, I had 102, 855 words and 349 pages. I must say, just writing out those stats again makes me feel numb with awe. Those are currently the most important numbers in my life.
Since then, Yanek and I have been editing it. It has been hard to cut things, but it has definitely been good for the book. Right now, there are 100,704 words and 342 pages.
Speaking of books, I've started on book two - A Similar Fate - while the editing has been going on. If anything is harder than editing, it is starting over after finishing a project the size of a novel.
With the New Year approaching, I came upon an article posted on Facebook by Julie Stroebel-Barichello that made suggestions for writers who wanted to be more productive.
http://litreactor.com/columns/13-resolutions-to-make-you-a-better-more-productive-writer-in-2013?fb_action_ids=10152380540105201&fb_action_types=og.likes&fb_source=other_multiline&action_object_map=%7B%2210152380540105201%22%3A104595673047880%7D&action_type_map=%7B%2210152380540105201%22%3A%22og.likes%22%7D&action_ref_map
Upon my discovery of this, I sent a frantic message to Jenn - a fellow writer. Together, we decided this was a brilliant article. I personally decided to write 500 words before 5:00 p.m.
I am glad to report that I have not missed a single day (Don't be a buzz kill. I know it's only been four days.) In the four days that I've done this, others in my network of writers have asked to join in this project. Delightedly, I explained the basis of my resolution to them. Now, there's a small group that send me emails everyday with their words.
Because of this resolution, I am starting chapter two in A Similar Fate. I am thoroughly excited for this second book but also a little apprehensive. As anyone who has heard me complain will tell you, these characters are by far different than the ones in The Hand of Fate. I certainly hope I can introduce you, good reader, to them soon.
Well, I believe that is all that's been happening to me in the writing world. Keep reading, kind readers. I do this crazy thing called writing for you. I can't imagine doing anything else, so I must thank you for being apart of this journey with me.
And we'll call this a post.
Since then, Yanek and I have been editing it. It has been hard to cut things, but it has definitely been good for the book. Right now, there are 100,704 words and 342 pages.
Speaking of books, I've started on book two - A Similar Fate - while the editing has been going on. If anything is harder than editing, it is starting over after finishing a project the size of a novel.
With the New Year approaching, I came upon an article posted on Facebook by Julie Stroebel-Barichello that made suggestions for writers who wanted to be more productive.
http://litreactor.com/columns/13-resolutions-to-make-you-a-better-more-productive-writer-in-2013?fb_action_ids=10152380540105201&fb_action_types=og.likes&fb_source=other_multiline&action_object_map=%7B%2210152380540105201%22%3A104595673047880%7D&action_type_map=%7B%2210152380540105201%22%3A%22og.likes%22%7D&action_ref_map
Upon my discovery of this, I sent a frantic message to Jenn - a fellow writer. Together, we decided this was a brilliant article. I personally decided to write 500 words before 5:00 p.m.
I am glad to report that I have not missed a single day (Don't be a buzz kill. I know it's only been four days.) In the four days that I've done this, others in my network of writers have asked to join in this project. Delightedly, I explained the basis of my resolution to them. Now, there's a small group that send me emails everyday with their words.
Because of this resolution, I am starting chapter two in A Similar Fate. I am thoroughly excited for this second book but also a little apprehensive. As anyone who has heard me complain will tell you, these characters are by far different than the ones in The Hand of Fate. I certainly hope I can introduce you, good reader, to them soon.
Well, I believe that is all that's been happening to me in the writing world. Keep reading, kind readers. I do this crazy thing called writing for you. I can't imagine doing anything else, so I must thank you for being apart of this journey with me.
And we'll call this a post.
Tuesday, August 28, 2012
Chapter Twenty-One, Anyone?
I've reached Chapter Twenty-One, as the title of this post suggests. The word count is about 81,000 half way through this chapter. Exciting news, huh? Even more exciting is that after this chapter, there are only four more left before my first book is done.
This is huge for me. I've never been able to finish anything before and now I'm on the verge of finishing my first novel. I can't imagine what it is going to be like to type out that last word in the epiloge. Of course, after that, there has to be some really intense editing.
That is the one part I am not looking forward to. You see, dear reader, I have yet to read all the way through my own book. I can't really tell you what happens at a specific point in the book. While I know what generally happened, I'm not too good at telling people what it's about. How do you describe the last seven years worth of work in a few sentences? I'm not quite sure that I can just yet.
Anyway, I just wanted to share an update. I will definitely need to get back to working on my blog. Let's just hope the internet holds out long enough for me to do that.
And we'll call this a blog.
This is huge for me. I've never been able to finish anything before and now I'm on the verge of finishing my first novel. I can't imagine what it is going to be like to type out that last word in the epiloge. Of course, after that, there has to be some really intense editing.
That is the one part I am not looking forward to. You see, dear reader, I have yet to read all the way through my own book. I can't really tell you what happens at a specific point in the book. While I know what generally happened, I'm not too good at telling people what it's about. How do you describe the last seven years worth of work in a few sentences? I'm not quite sure that I can just yet.
Anyway, I just wanted to share an update. I will definitely need to get back to working on my blog. Let's just hope the internet holds out long enough for me to do that.
And we'll call this a blog.
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