accomplishedTotal words: 3,639.
Reason for stopping: chapter one is finished at last!
Music: mostly modern folk.
The cats: Lilly, bed; Thomas, floor by my feet; Alice, unknown.
Chapter one of the sixth Toby book is finally done! I hate first chapters. I have like, a 20% success rate with first chapters—almost every first chapter I've ever written has had to be chucked out the window and replaced with something else by the end of the draft. Sadly, this doesn't mean I get to start books on chapter two and go back later to fill in the "how we got in this hand basket" part of the narrative. But oh, how I wish I could.
The really fascinating thing about starting a book this far into an ongoing series is how vague I have to get in posts like this one, because otherwise, I'm giving away who lives, who dies, and who has been transformed into a piece of garden statuary for mouthing off to the Queen of the Mists one time too many. But it's so nice to be making progress, and it's so nice to finally be getting my teeth into this adventure, which has been simmering patiently away on the back burner for ages while I fought my way through One Salt Sea.
Today we're going to jump high, cheer loud, and look pretty, y'all.
Word.
December 3 2010, 20:56:35 UTC 6 years ago
Ehem. Okay, I'll try to sound more grown up. How delightful. Except, um... did you say DIE? *sob* No one should die. Except, well... Oleander could die and I wouldn't miss her. Or Simon. Or perhaps, Rayseline. But I'll feel bad for her because she's so damaged.
But I'll jump and cheer, even though I'm just gasping with uncertainty.
December 6 2010, 03:10:45 UTC 6 years ago