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Thursday, March 15th, 2012
Yes that is right. It is done. It’s got rough edges, especially since I wrote more than half of it in the less than the last two weeks. Yes, that’s right. This is not my normal process, but I had to push through some things and just do it. Sometimes life is no excuse.
Things I can tell you. This book has a lot of action. A lot. Did you think it wouldn’t? Some startling things happened. You will be surprised I think. There’s some good snarky bits. A lot of bleeding (what else is new).
Right now I am sooooo tired and I can’t scrape together any braincells to say anything more intelligent. I’ll be back with more tomorrow. Promise!
Thursday, March 8th, 2012
I know, I haven’t been here the past couple of days. I’ve been writing. Today I didn’t get nearly the words done that I wanted, but I got through a sticky scene. Very emotional. Especially important given some earlier stuff. I also figured out part of the ending. A big huge part. Sort of the key. There are some other elements to wrap up, and I really don’t know how well the whole story hangs together overall, but I think I like it so far. The scene is pretty awesome, though, that I just finished. Sadly, I can’t share because, well, spoilers. But you’ll like it. I hope. Apparently I’m so running out of words that I can sustain a long or complex sentence. It’s all short and choppy.
In the meantime, we may be able to see the northern lights tonight. Although it’s really overcast, so I’m not sure. I hope so. I’ve never seen them in person.
Sunday, March 4th, 2012
Yes, the writing proceeds well. And in honor of the flow, another snippet. Max is in trouble. Again.
She looked down at herself. A complex pattern had been carved on her skin. There were strange letters and symbols overlapping in what looked like an Egptian cartouche, though there the writing was nothing like Egyptian hieroglyphics. These were flowing and snakey and jagged and harsh. The design bled and did not heal.
When it spoke again, it was only inches from her face. Max jerked her head up, forcing herself not to fall back.
“That is my seal. When you come, they will know you and you may pass without question. Do not take long. You will want to see what becomes of the ones you search for.”
“I’ll be coming,” Max said, finding her voice. “But you aren’t going to win.”
The creature tipped its head. “And who will stop me?” It spread its red wings. “Not the angels,” it whispered, sweeping up in the air to hover over first Tutresiel and then Xaphan. “For you have laid them low and even I cannot wake them easily.”
It focused on her again, its body and wings pulling inward until all that was left was the face surrounded by a red nimbus of smoke. Its hatred boiled in the room. What had she done to piss it off so much?
“When I am done, you and every spirit you care for will be destroyed. Their souls will be torn to shreds and scattered across worlds and time.” Its words started low, but with every moment, they resonated louder until the ground vibrated like a struck bell. “Everything you love and everything you know will be struck from the face of this world. Your name will become a byword for betrayal. Now come to me if you dare.”
Saturday, March 3rd, 2012
I managed almost 5K words today. Whoohoo! I’m in a groove at last. So in honor of that, a snippet. Keep in mind it’s very drafty and so it will likely change. Hope you like it.
The witch stared at Alexander for a long moment, then shook his head. “I don’t see anything. I can look more deeply, but if the being that attacked us set a spell on you, I might not be able to detect it.” He looked at Thor. Do you smell anything out of place on him?
The Blade glared at Alexander and strode forward, sniffing around his neck and down his chest. He cirled around him, then stepped back and shook his head. “Nothing out of the ordinary. You could use a shower,” he added.
“I am not the only one,” Alexander retorted. He cocked his head at Gregory. “Check me out.”
Gregory came forward. “Turn around.”
Alexander turned to face the stove. The witch put his hands on Alexander’s shoulders and green magic flared bright. It slid into his flesh like curling scalpels. He stiffened and his Prime roared awake, the tiny shack swelling with his power.
“Easy,” Gregory muttered, his fingers clenching tighter.
“I did not know you were going to try to kill me,” Alexander said through clenched teeth, his body rigid.
“It’s just a perk,” the witch said dryly. “Besides, you’re a big boy. You can handle it.”
“Remember that when I dropkick your ass across the city.”
“Hmph. Did you get up on the wrong side of the bed tonight?”
The magic cut deeper and it felt like he was going through a meat slicer. “You seem chatty all of a sudden,” Alexander said. “Maybe you have are under some sort of spell. Perhaps we should cut you open and see what’s hiding inside of you.”
“Now you’re just being unfriendly,” Gregory said. “Why don’t you hush up now and let me work.”
Wednesday, January 18th, 2012
The new printer arrived. Well, it looks new, though it’s probably refurbished, but the important thing is that it actually prints. Whoohoo! Actually, I had to delete all the previous software and redownload, so it wasn’t as easy as just plug and play, but I’ll take it and be grateful.
We are expecting a storm. The number of inches of snow to fall varies by forecast, though my best guess is somewhere between 1 and 10. Yeah, I’m going to hit that target with a shotgun blast. Uhhuh. If it snows, sledding may follow, though right now, the way the wind is whipping, I want to hunch down by the fire with some tea and a book and just stay there. Sadly, there is still work to be done. No rest from the day jobbery. I think I should probably dig out my snow boots.
Work on Blood Winter is continuing apace. which is to say, not as fast as I should like because things have not gone as expected plotwise. It’s really interesting to hear from people what they think will happen, since I thought I knew and now I’m really not so sure. I’m totally pantsing it at this point, though I do still know some things.
I can tell you there’s action. Lots. Did you expect different? Also, I struggled with whether or not to include Alexander’s POV. He’s not around in the first seven or eight chapters, and I wondered if it would be weird to bring him back in so late. Well, I decided weird or not, I would do it, and looking back, I think I’m liking the way that went. So hopefully it’s not terribly odd. I also thought about having Giselle’s point of view, but I wasn’t sure I wanted to be in her head yet. She’s still struggling with herself and I like how Max and she deal with one another without knowing what she’s thinking.
Monday, January 9th, 2012
So this is rough, but from Blood Winter:
“Quit wasting time,” Max said. “Give me your pain now.”
For a moment Max thought she was going to have to pull Giselle into the abyss, far away from any attack. Then suddenly an ugly, grinding sensation flowed through her wrists followed by an unholy itching. It chewed its way up her arms and sank into her bones. The feeling was relentless. It gnawed in places she couldn’t reach. Her fingers curled, her nails digging hard into Giselle’s wrists. Bones compressed and cracked. Giselle made a high pitched sound that instantly cut off. It was all Max could do not to let go and scrape at the merciless sensations enveloping her. But if she did, Giselle wouldn’t be able to concentrate.
“Fix this,” Max hissed through clenched teeth. She’d suffered plenty before—pain of every kind. But this was different. It found places she’d not realized existed and it inflammed them with a violent itch. She want to rip herself apart to get at it. It was indescribably horrific.
Giselle’s face was set in a mask of cold fury. Once again her body had become her own. Her magic lost it’s tangled, matted look and became elegant, roping around her in muscular vines. She wrenched one hand free and gripped Max’s wrist with the other. Giselle towed her to the wall with sharp, determined strides and slapped one hand flat to the stone.
Tuesday, December 6th, 2011
Thursday, October 27th, 2011
A breeze ruffled the trees overhead and Max swiveled her head, sniffing the air. Uncanny magic pooled thick in the canyon. It was an odd combination of bitter and sweet—like a mouthful of salt and cigar butts all drenched in honey. The Divine magic was wafted through in thin curls. It was both caustic and sweetly pungent, like lye and pachouli. Mixed in were human smells—sweat, blood and flesh. A rank wet smell coated the back of Max’s throat. It reminded her of black mold and carrion.
Wednesday, January 6th, 2010
So today I got back into the groove of Crimson Wind, following the holidays and cold. I ended up writing 3200 words today, which makes me very happy. It means I may have found my way back into the groove. I think I even like a lot of it. Which is more than I can say about what came before, but I’m not sure if I can trust my own opinion on those other chapters since I had such a hard time with them having to draft them four different times. But I’m on track again and very pleased.
One of the things that’s been difficult is getting back into the heads of the characters. Max is easier than Alexander, especially since he’s more transitional. What I mean is that he’s undergone more changes and has to find his footing and identity again. That means he’s changing and developing, which means he’s in flux for me. But he’s about to go bad ass. More bad ass than before. It should be fun.
And now, a snippet from Crimson Wind.
She was watching him with cold implacability. Magic curled in her eyes like ribbons of smoke. Even this depeleted, she still had deep reserves of power.
“Never forget what I can do to you,” she said. “That was just a tiny tast of what will happen to you if you let anything happen to her.”
“She runs after trouble like starving sharks after blood,” he rasped.
“Yes. No doubt that will make the trip more interesting for you. Now go. It’s nearly dark.”
He hesitated then nodded respectfully and left. Outside, he found Niko at his side.
“Damn. That looked like it hurt,” the other man said with an unsympathetic grin. “Glad it wasn’t me.”
Alexander tossed him a baleful look but did not rise to the bait. “So where is Max? I do not want her to leave without me.”
Niko’s expression turned grim and a chill spidered down Alexander’s spine.
“Where is she?” he demanded.