Our house purchase was sauntering along with the speed and direction of a drunk snail when it suddenly became directed by high octane rocket launchers. After a change in asking price by the sellers, we went from ‘rent to own with a purchase date of somewhere around October to Christmas’ when we would have enough money to cover everything to ‘purchase with a beginning of August closing date’. I’m still in the ‘what? what!?’ phase here, but the numbers crunch and tick through the way they should, a little on the tight side but still doable. The lawyers are able to pull their rabbits out of hats for us, as is our mortgage broker, so hopefully the next time I blog, I will be writing in our new residence.
In spite of the vomit of boxes that has spread across every floor of the house, or maybe because of it, I am writing. Maybe it is extreme escapism in action, maybe it is just that I know what the bills look like for the child going into University; whatever it is, I am happy to be writing in the middle of life. It is a skill every writer needs, the skill to write even when the chips are down or in the air or pelting you on the backside. The discipline to choose to put words on paper instead of making excuses why you can’t is what makes you a writer. (Well, that, and hopefully shutting up those voices that are playing movies inside your head)
I was also slowly meandering my way through one of the self directed online writing courses by Holly Lisle (How to Write a Series, but she has many courses and all are excellent) when I got kicked into high gear. The How to Write a Series became an expansion course with the express goal of writing and publishing a series of novellas or short pieces in the next five months. And, since this is one of the goals I had for the year–to learn how to take a series all the way from planning to publishing–I jumped onto the ship and started paddling like mad. This was exciting–and I could do it.
But, what is more exciting to me is that I am finishing!
I finished a 27K novella, and I am writing the second in the series called Stories of Cardonne.
Cardonne is a city where nothing ever happens–the Circle of Mages who protect the power hidden in Cardonne, make sure of it. But someone is working to destroy the Circle, and the only one who can stop it is a man no one believes has magic, not even him.
In the first novella, Family Ties, Paul, a magic-less grad student at the University of Cardonne, must prove he is not a blood mage and serial killer before the Council carries out its death sentence.
In the second, Blood Connections, Alli, Paul’s twin sister, must master the ability to physically embody magic in order to stop the mage trying to destroy the heart of her family.
In the third, Web of Deception, Paul must master his ability to balance magic in order to protect an innocent young girl and the Circle, in spite of the Circle itself.
In the fourth, Deep Roots, Paul and Alli must root out the source of the evil hidden in their family’s past, that is threatening the Council and the innocents they protect.
In the fifth, Science of Lies, the Council must either come to terms with the changes in magic or be destroyed by them, and Paul must choose which side he is on.
I am super excited by the series, and the skills I am learning while I write it. I love writing about someone who is different, whose skills don’t fit the way other people see the world, and Paul is that character. He really thinks he is not a mage, and that science is his contribution to life. How he comes to terms with the fact that the labels don’t fit who he is, and how he needs to let himself be, not be a label, is a huge part of the story.
The Duodeca Project is also continuing along, still in the editing phase. I got feedback on the first draft from a writer friend, who had excellent things to say, and whose criticisms were things that were helpful (and not unexpected). Apparently I love commas, and use them far too often. No surprises there; my husband has commented forcefully about the same problem. He also had some helpful places to edit out pedantic details, areas that I knew were rough. All to the good. The goal, in spite of moving, is to have that first draft ready for sale in six weeks. Time to gear up and work on it!
Until next time, dear reader!