I still have to edit the new bit but I've finished Spoken from the Heart after deciding it needed more of an ending than I'd given it and adding 6,000 words.
Yay! ::incoherent whimpery sounds of relief:: I'll make the Oct 31st deadline.
It's ended up at 84,000 words, not too bad. I think I started it on Sept 5th or thereabouts. It began as a short story I wrote entirely in my head last summer and never bothered to actually get down on paper. Then when I needed a plot for my next novel it stuck up a hand and said 'hey, remember me?'
This is the one with a setting I'm not sure how to describe. It's not our world, so fantasy, I guess, but there's no magic, it's more like an AU version of our world around the 17/18th century, with no guns, no industrialization, different geography, and a worship system built around the moon, though in a low-key way.
Alex, the naive country boy rescued by Julian, the cynical but good-hearted actor, are total sweetie-pies. Loved them.
Am I allowed to say that? Oh, the hell with it; if I don't love them, how could I expect anyone else to?
Editing here I come...again.
Yay! ::incoherent whimpery sounds of relief:: I'll make the Oct 31st deadline.
It's ended up at 84,000 words, not too bad. I think I started it on Sept 5th or thereabouts. It began as a short story I wrote entirely in my head last summer and never bothered to actually get down on paper. Then when I needed a plot for my next novel it stuck up a hand and said 'hey, remember me?'
This is the one with a setting I'm not sure how to describe. It's not our world, so fantasy, I guess, but there's no magic, it's more like an AU version of our world around the 17/18th century, with no guns, no industrialization, different geography, and a worship system built around the moon, though in a low-key way.
Alex, the naive country boy rescued by Julian, the cynical but good-hearted actor, are total sweetie-pies. Loved them.
Am I allowed to say that? Oh, the hell with it; if I don't love them, how could I expect anyone else to?
Editing here I come...again.
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