We’re getting closer to the second Sons of Ymre being out in the world (Nov 17!), which is a pleasant thought though will be nerve-wracking as all release days, world without end, amen. I’m glad I took a few days’ worth of hiatus; it was spent doing a hot revise on the portal fantasy, which is now resting with the agent and a beta reader. I know it’ll go out into the world, the only question is when. Maybe a Kickstarter?
…yeah, like I have time for that. Hrmph.
Hell’s Acre is also resting with a certain publisher–thankfully indie, not trad. I’m frustrated by how the duology has been treated by the latter; I should have just put it into the self-pub pipeline once the edited ebooks for subscribers were cut, but I wanted to experiment. There were other considerations, true, and of course it’s not really an experiment if there isn’t the risk of things going badly, so I suppose I chalk it up to a learning experience and move on.
Lots of that going around lately.
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What’s left on deck is the first in the Cain’s Wife trilogy–doing that for NaNo, since the portal fantasy decided it wanted to be born before All Saint’s Day–and Highlands War, where I had a throat-clearing of about 800 words that I had to throw out since it was pretty and worldbuilding but did nothing for the plot. It may make it as a deleted scene for subscribers, at some point. And taking the third spot on the docket is the Ragnarok book, though that’s super difficult to make headway on.
I mean, I don’t know what I expected for a series that ends in a literal apocalypse, and am trying to be philosophical about the whole damn thing.
At least it’s raining. A lot. Every drop renews my soul, and frankly after last summer I needed a deluge or five. Boxnoggin is currently, and very dramatically, Not Having This Rain Bullshit; the poor fellow believes that since I provide food, treats, and all structure to his existence that naturally I also control the weather. He will adjust and consider liquid sunshine the new normal soon enough, losing his entire shit when the dry season comes around next year, but that’s the very definition of we’ll cross that bridge when we arrive.
Today I’ve got to get a wilder witch and her vampire friend aimed at a revenge heist (Cain’s Wife told me what the problem was while I was in bed last night, as books tend to do) and a duel between giants finished without anyone getting killed (though I am pretty sure that’s going to be impossible, and a very tired sellsword is going to be even more irritated). Maybe I can just have someone’s hand lopped off in the latter? I suppose I’ll have to write and see, always my favorite state of affairs. At least Highlands War is behaving like an organic creature now, growing according to its own desires instead of mine. A sign that I’m on the right track.
There appears to be a short break in the rain, which means brekkie and at least the first bit of walkies is a good idea but only if I bolt the rest of this coffee and get going. No rest for the weary or the wicked, and apparently I’m double-barreled today.
See you around.