So, I finally have a sword…
There are a few (the order is random as well). Some, are more entertaining than others:
- Why does Hillary dress like a cartoon character? Queen Elizabeth II does, too, but she is a queen, she is allowed. She is basically a fictional character anyway.
- There should be a limit to the number of my own funeral parties that I have to host per week. It gets depressing after a few. Same goes for the cards. My fault, though. Should have kept my mouth shut.
- I finally have my dream metabolism—no matter what and how much I eat, I lose a pound a day.
- Today’s episode is brought to you by the letter C and the number 4. As in 4% survival chance (that number had been recently optimistically upgraded to 30—if I make it to the test trials—but at least I have an appointment scheduled for January next year! This is the first doctor’s appointment I am excited about).
- If you were miserable yesterday, but today you look back at that day with a warm and fuzzy feeling, what exactly does it say about your state of mind?
- And finally: how come that after working most of my life (with some unfortunate and not at all enjoyed unemployment gaps) I cannot afford to simply stop working and concentrate on my treatment? Although I feel quite ancient, I am apparently too young to retire with a less than ridiculous income, nor can I can expect Social Security Disability Benefits to cover me (I have started the Social Security application and see absolutely no light at the end of the mine shaft)—once I do that, my medical insurance will be over, and I will not be able to afford one on my own, while also clearly not being eligible for Medicaid or Medicare, because my wife makes too much money. Nobody cares that “too much money” is still not enough to pay for my insurance, our current apartment, food—human, cat and dog—and other necessities (like cigarettes and red wine). The system is effectively sentencing me to a painful and not-so-quick death, unless I keep on rowing. Well, I guess, it is what it is going to be.
On that note, back to the Ward (the scene split again, damn it, could not keep going without losing momentum), need to steer my main characters to the second inciting moment. Almost done with Part II!
Sighting time. Here, dragon-dragon-dragon…
I have finally come up with a totally original concept for the Dragon’s physiology (about time, too—only 4/5 of the story done)! I now know how it works!
Spat on everything, sat down and hammered 800 words in two hours. Probably crap—or mostly crap—but the camping scenes are finished, and I can get back to the Castle. At this point whatever moves me and all my people to the finish is good.
TTOW: 339,529 out of All Lord knows how many. Take that, 90,000-word novelists.
13% into reading The Essential Guide To Getting Your Book Published, and I find this:
BLOGGING YOUR BOOK JOURNEY
One topic you can feel free to wax poetic on is the progress of your tome-to-be.
Just when I thought I invented it… :-/ On the other hand, it probably means that I am doing something right…
Just added: @22% – The Book Trailer
A.T.T. The tally of words: 330,000 and keeps growing. But I am done with the camping scene.
Not, that I want to change it—he is definitely dispatched there by Atta—it’s just that he would, probably, never tell the truth about it to Ngale. Seems out of character. He should joke about it and maybe later admit that someone recommended the place as a nice city to visit, which would make Ngale suspect something. Dae should tell it to Verra, though, so the reader knows the truth.
On marketing: release a fragment of the book on WriteOn. (this one is from Dar)
I like it. Which portion is debatable. While the prologue is, basically, a self-contained short (well, a 14,000 words short) story, it is seemingly unrelated to the events of the book, yet it is a clear character introduction, and the world-building is rather different from what I read before.
Another idea: release a free chapter in an audiobook form (guess, who would be asked to narrate :-)…)
I am thinking The Orange Tent, for it is a single female POV, and that chapter is directly related to the story, and has a small-scale, but quite inciting event for my main female character.
The tally of words as of today: 325,566 out of (tentatively) 400,000. I like round even numbers.
…how to kill the Dragon. Almost. Ha. Ain’t tellin’.
A hungry cat at 4 AM and general insomnia had led to another terraforming event. I rotated the map about 10 degrees clockwise, moving Norlay to the North, and Zurbah to South, ensuring proper climates in both countries. Added a bunch of cities and places, relocated the whole province of Qiehly, and moved Zafza up North of Zurbah, and Eastwell—down South (the land of Eastlann had to grow another dry land peninsula just to accommodate the change), all because I did not want to even think about fiddling with the logistics of Ethelle’s adventure in the prologue. She has to travel East to West straight, not at a reach.
But the map looks more and more complex and map-like:The Circle of Known Lands' Map (.pdf, work in progress)
Here is the link to the master .pdf file in Dropbox, and this The Circle of Known Lands' Map (.pdf, work in progress) is the same file if someone wishes to download it.
Added the whole new region on the North of Ordth, called The Shattered Isles. I am thinking the fringe Orthian clan, which attacked Ashe, might have come from there.
I probably need to file this under Projects so it could be accessed from the Art menu, but I am too lazy to do that.