I finally convinced my husband, Danny, to do a preliminary edit of the first Fayre Tales book. It took less threatening than I had anticipated. A simple here it is, do it now, was all. I now have two chapters lovingly marked up in red pen.
I have also managed to squeeze in almost four hours of writing yesterday and today, between Cay finishing his school and Danny getting home from work. It's not a lot, but I'm happy getting at least 500 words in a day.
Last night I started reading through the Second Fayre Tales book that I just finished writing. It's strange going back through and barely remembering writing what's on the page. With the first book I was constantly going back and re-reading it all the way through, but I didn't do that with this one. It was nice being able to see it with fresh eyes and I was pleasantly surprised with my own writing.
I'm writing book three of the trilogy now. I'm on the final leg of the race. Yeah!
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
Thursday, February 19, 2009
Fayre Tales 2, The Vinegar Woman, Excerpt
In honor of the completion of the first draft of Fayre Tales Two, The Vinegar Woman; here is a special unedited sneak peek at the second installment of your soon to be favorite book (I hope=-).
“Fayre...Fayre,” Fayre opened her eyes, Medwin was at the foot of the tree, he raised an eyebrow at her. “Were you sleeping up there?”
“No, just thinking,” Fayre said as she sat up.
“About what Fadri said?”
“You heard?”
“He told me.”
“Oh,” she didn't want to mention that she was homesick.
Medwin smiled,“Do you mind if I come up there?”
“Uh, sure.”
Medwin climbed up the branch with just as much skill as Fayre had and sat himself next to her. They sat there for an uncomfortable moment or two. Fayre dangled her feet nervously.
“You know, not many Inches are tree climbers.”
“Really?”
“Without wings they're not very comfortable with heights.”
“I suppose that makes sense,” Fayre looked up at the smoke cloud, “What other odd Faery habits do I have that you've noticed?”
“Oh not many, you stuck mostly to the fruit last night, the not-afraid-of-heights thing, and you're very graceful, almost like you're floating.” Fayre blushed and turned away. “I'm sorry, I didn't mean to embarrass you.” Medwin reached out and placed his hand on Fayre's for a moment, then pulled it away as though he thought better of it. “I'm sorry, excuse me.”
Medwin turned and climbed down quickly, walked a few steps and paused. “Fayre?”
“Yes?”
“You'll do fine,I'm here for you,” he met her eyes with his, “I mean, we're here for you.” Quickly, he turned and walked away.
“Fayre...Fayre,” Fayre opened her eyes, Medwin was at the foot of the tree, he raised an eyebrow at her. “Were you sleeping up there?”
“No, just thinking,” Fayre said as she sat up.
“About what Fadri said?”
“You heard?”
“He told me.”
“Oh,” she didn't want to mention that she was homesick.
Medwin smiled,“Do you mind if I come up there?”
“Uh, sure.”
Medwin climbed up the branch with just as much skill as Fayre had and sat himself next to her. They sat there for an uncomfortable moment or two. Fayre dangled her feet nervously.
“You know, not many Inches are tree climbers.”
“Really?”
“Without wings they're not very comfortable with heights.”
“I suppose that makes sense,” Fayre looked up at the smoke cloud, “What other odd Faery habits do I have that you've noticed?”
“Oh not many, you stuck mostly to the fruit last night, the not-afraid-of-heights thing, and you're very graceful, almost like you're floating.” Fayre blushed and turned away. “I'm sorry, I didn't mean to embarrass you.” Medwin reached out and placed his hand on Fayre's for a moment, then pulled it away as though he thought better of it. “I'm sorry, excuse me.”
Medwin turned and climbed down quickly, walked a few steps and paused. “Fayre?”
“Yes?”
“You'll do fine,I'm here for you,” he met her eyes with his, “I mean, we're here for you.” Quickly, he turned and walked away.
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
The Vinegar Woman (FT Book 2) First Draft is DONE!
It is now 2:00 in the morning and I am done with the first draft of book two!
I decided that I had to finish it tonight if I didn't get a wink of sleep at all. Luckily, it didn't take such drastic measures, 2:00 a.m. isn't that late for me lately.
I've been avoiding writing for a while, for no good reason, and I finally got fed up with my lazy self.
Feels awesome to have TWO completed first drafts under my belt.
Now for book three...
I decided that I had to finish it tonight if I didn't get a wink of sleep at all. Luckily, it didn't take such drastic measures, 2:00 a.m. isn't that late for me lately.
I've been avoiding writing for a while, for no good reason, and I finally got fed up with my lazy self.
Feels awesome to have TWO completed first drafts under my belt.
Now for book three...
Monday, February 9, 2009
Buying Books! Yay!
Our tax return came on Friday so we just couldn't resist going to Barnes & Nobles on Saturday. It feels so good to buy books! I came home with four: Stardust, by Neil Gaiman; Good Omens, by Terry Prachett and Neil Gaiman; Anthem, by Ayn Rand; and Atlas Shrugged, by Ayn Rand.
So far I've read Stardust and Anthem and I have just started on Good Omens. I don't like bashing other authors, but Stardust left me disappointed. The story had promise but it felt sloppy and unfinished.
Anthem, on the other hand, was intriguing. It gets kind of confusing since all but the last two chapters are written in first person but only referring to the self as "we." This makes sense if you read the story. In it "I" does not exist, there is no self only the collective. It's a lot like the Borg collective. Wait, maybe it is the Borg collective.
Well, resistance is futile, whether you agree with it or not Anthem gets you thinking and I love that.
What are your favorite books? (I'm sure it must be impossible to just have one favorite book!)
So far I've read Stardust and Anthem and I have just started on Good Omens. I don't like bashing other authors, but Stardust left me disappointed. The story had promise but it felt sloppy and unfinished.
Anthem, on the other hand, was intriguing. It gets kind of confusing since all but the last two chapters are written in first person but only referring to the self as "we." This makes sense if you read the story. In it "I" does not exist, there is no self only the collective. It's a lot like the Borg collective. Wait, maybe it is the Borg collective.
Well, resistance is futile, whether you agree with it or not Anthem gets you thinking and I love that.
What are your favorite books? (I'm sure it must be impossible to just have one favorite book!)
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