(For the record, it’s not a lazy day in general, just a lazy writing day.) My computer is on an upswing of crazy behavior, so I’m not inclined to make this a long post this week. (No, I don’t think it’s a virus, I think my computer is just broken at a fundamental level and as much as I want to throw it out the window and simply buy a new laptop, I cannot afford that so here we are.) But I have accomplished a few things, so here’s evidence. Continue reading “Lazy Day Quotes”
With the help of my writing group, I spent the last month writing and polishing and perfecting a blurb for one of my novels. It was hard, but it was worthwhile. Writing a brief teaser for a book I’ve spent years writing is a tricky task, but the book (How to Write a Sizzling Synopsis, by Bryan Cohen) and the people in the group who did the exercises and critiqued the blurb (thanks to Elise for starting the whole process).
And here’s the blurb itself. Enjoy!
They came, they saw, they failed.
File clerk Elere Versan should not be in charge of the Earth Invasion Fleet, despite what’s written in her dossier. She finds herself leading the most ill-fated assault in the history of the Katule Empire. Spies fall for alluring rebels, soldiers catch the dire “flu”, and members of Elere’s crew plot against her. When the inertial regulator falls off, it’s a setback. When it lands in the hands of human revolutionary Kavan Crowell, it’s a crisis. Soon Elere will have to decide between letting Kavan save his planet or protecting her own crew. With no way home and conspiracies threatening the ship, Elere must rely on her ingenuity and cunning to survive the invasion and uncover the true menace.
Straw Commander is the first book of the Blankety-Blank (as in I don’t know what to call it, not that it’s actually Blankety-Blank) Series of sci-fi novels.
Well, the fourth week of NaNoWriMo has started.
But I’m actually doing okay, as can be seen in the above infographic. I’m on target for finishing four days ahead of schedule, which gives me a little room to do what I really wanted to do, which is make it to 60,000 words. Which is still not quite a complete novel, but it’s more words than I’ve ever done in a November before.
Anyhow, to celebrate both this and Thanksgiving tomorrow (and give me a way to get back to writing faster) here’s a little clip from Act One. Unpolished, of course, but it’s something I enjoyed writing.
“We should have brought Ris with us.”
“We’ve got it handled, Tolin.”
Despite his words, Blane knew that they did not, in fact, have it handled, seeing as how they were dangling from a ledge and had a one-in-five chance of making it successfully to the other side of the ravine they were attempting to traverse. Tolin knew he knew this, but he let it slide because in spite of his words he didn’t really want to bring their baby sister into this maze of a deathtrap.
They’d been doing pretty well, actually, up until that point. They found the door, Tolin picked the lock at the gate, Blane worked out the riddle that led them down the correct passageway, and they’d been halfway across the bridge when some twisted architect let loose his mad genius. At some point in the distant past, someone decided it would be a good idea to booby trap the only bridge with swinging axes. Hence why the two brothers were creeping their way along the edge rather than walk calmly across the top. Also, at some point in the mad rush to avoid the swinging sharpened pendulums, the map had been dropped, and now Blane had to watch as the piece of paper fluttered gently in the breeze before dropping into the dark depths below them.
“At least whoever built this place was a fan of natural lighting,” Tolin said breezily, adjusting his grip on the ledge. “Remember that one ruin in Zorab when we kept running out of light?”
“The one where I got bit by a snake because you weren’t smart enough to bring along a few extra elixirs of light? Yeah, I remember that one.”
If they’d been on solid ground and not in immediate danger of their lives, things probably would have devolved into a tussle. As it was, Tolin gave an icy glare. “Like I said, at least we can see what we’re doing.”
They hung there a while longer, and Blane cursed his brother under his breath when they stopped even the tiny forward momentum they had.
“There’s no more bridge.”
All First Sorceress Glenna Stormraven wants is to be left alone, with no whiny princesses to deal with. Just when she thinks she’s found a home that’s out of the way, an enterprising gnomish realtor starts selling the neighboring property. It’s up to her to handle the situation, deal with more fussy clients, and with her less-than-desirable neighbors. Meanwhile, Poggy Strankfelder finds out that selling land owned by demons has consequences that come in the form of pickle-salesman-turned-assassin Jiurt. Continue reading “Poggy Strankfelder”
This is a writing blog, so I’ll primarily be writing about writing. A few other things might slip in occasionally, but that’s pretty much going to be it. I know I started with an introductory post already, to give some idea of what I’d be doing, but now I’ve been working a few weeks and I’ve got a better idea how things will work. So here’s the details. Continue reading “What I Write (So you know what you’re getting into)”