update: Taerith - Chapter Twenty-Nine, aka The End

I've posted the final chapter of Taerith, bringing one more journey to a close.

The four-inch stack of paper on my shelf indicates that I wrote a lot of words.

It brings another journey to a close, too. Taerith is the second novel I've blogged while writing, and I think the last. After this it's back to the old-fashioned method of writing feverishly and alone, without a whisper in the darkness to indicate that anyone else is listening until it's finished.

Time to break my comment addiction.

update: Taerith

Chapter Twenty of Taerith has been posted. I'm going to start making a note here everytime a new chapter goes up--since Inklings is turning into my writing hub, I might as well.

This is one of those chapters that ran off with itself in terms of atmosphere. I had a big scene to do and wasn't sure how to do it, but I knew that atmosphere would be the key to the whole thing. So I threw in a lot of stars, and standing stones, and allusions to wolves--I think it worked.

why should today be any different?

My eyes feel like they've been staring at a computer screen all day. Likely because they have been :).

The official release date for Letters to Samuel Generation: The Collection is tomorrow. It's not going to happen. The usual unaccountable delays have stacked themselves up against me and my deadlines. However, I should be able to release it within the next two weeks. I shall not complain. In the meantime, you can read all the chapters here.

Coaching is going very well and I'm actually ahead in marking papers. As a result, I had an extra forty-five minutes to work on Taerith. I finished a chapter and posted it.

Other excellent news is that I've begun work as a copy editor for Home School Enrichment Magazine. I'm very excited about it and greatly enjoying the work thus far.

Taerith was last through the door, with Kardas only a few paces behind him, but just before the tavern's noisy dim closed in over him, he saw a hand clap down on Kardas's shoulder and heard a voice intone, "Greetings, my lord Half-Blood."

Taerith drew his hunting knife and was back on the street in an instant. Three men stood around Kardas. They held no weapons that Taerith could see, yet their expressions were unmistakably threatening. The chief of them, a tall, stocky man with a half-shaven head and a dull wine-coloured cloak, drew his hand back from Kardas's shoulder. He glowered at Taerith with such displeasure that he almost expected him to hiss.

"Who is he?" he asked.

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The Eight Chapter of my novel-in-progress,Taerith, hath been posted! Comment, all ye who enter here.

Taerith Romany Is a Beautiful Man

While waiting for Libby to finish her obsessive alterations on Lilia, I received the newest (and pretty much final) version of Taerith by another one of our author/artists, Rachel Brewer. I like it very much so I thought I'd share:

my publishing life in links

I sent out another pre-release email for Letters to a Samuel Generation today. Got the introduction written last week. This week it's final editing/proofreading, then I'll pass it along to my whiz kid sister for formatting, get all of the information registered in official places, and gear up for honest-to-goodness publication in March. Who says publishing has to be slow? ;)

In all honesty, most books cannot be published anything close to this quickly, especially if they're going to be successful. It doesn't matter much for this book for a few unique reasons.

On another plain, my fellow Romany author Libby Russell just finished a freehand sketch of Lilia, one of the main characters in Taerith. She's beautiful and I'll make sure you all get to see her as soon as Libby's finished making artistically obsessive alterations. Libby's also doing sketches for me to illustrate the eBook version of Worlds Unseen (sorry, no link yet) which I plan to come out with (FREE!) this summer. I'm very grateful for all the work she's putting into it, because she's got a lot of talent and she's not charging me anything. Yet.

something's happening in the northern swamp

The sentence has become a paragraph, and the paragraph a scene: birth of a character with requisite new ideas festooning every line, a hunt for zoological references while "As the dawn was breaking the sambhur belled/Once, twice, and again!" repeated itself in my mind, evening spent sniffling over the unexpected sadness of my own imagination.

I do love to write :). More Taerith shall appear by the end of this week, I hope.

I hope to start posting Writing Tips again shortly. The new semester has begun and I am teaching 55 students: lots of material for Tips!

fruitful

"The earth beneath Taerith's feet sank as he crept over it, the boggy reek of the mud rising to meet the close darkness of branches that hung down from old, spindle-rooted, thick-trunked trees; dripping long strands of black leaves."

One and one-half hours.

One complete sentence.

It's either writer's block or shocking procrastination.


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