I’ve uploaded the final re-edit for T4L. The preliminary re-edit of Echoes of Family Lost is due in next week. After I give my poor copy-editor a week off she’ll be back into “The Saga of Nichole5: Part 1 – ‘Friend & Ally.'” That will have me essentially re-publishing and publishing three novels in three months.
To quote the smartest person on my planet, Dorina, “That’s SOOOO cool!”
On the first hand, I am not thrilled where this has ended. On the second hand, this is just a temporary pause! At 11k words, it would be a real pleasure to turn this into a canonical MC novel where, as a romance, no one dies.
[sit down, Will!]
On the gripping hand, I’ve much work to be done with the re-edit of EoFL and SN5-1 right on its heels. As I’ve pointed out, I can no longer not write, so I wonder… what’s next? Continue reading “Empire’s Agent, baker’s dozen”
Busy morning about the house; was in the process of installing a new fluorescent ballast in the garage when there was a spark – oh, yeah: should probably turn the breaker off. Obviously Someone wants me to write more stories or I’d have been struck dead just then. All together now:
“there are no such things as coincidences!”
Below the fold the story did not, honestly, go where I thought it would. I was very surprised that they made such an emotional connexion when I’d been expecting a physical one. That’s, obviously, still a very real possibility in their next few hours, but… I wonder…
The devil on my left shoulder whispers “kill him! horribly! tragically!” Not today, Will D.!
In other RealWorld(TM) news, the final version of the Second Edition of The Fourth Law is being reviewed for release into the wild without a radiocollar. I hope to post an Amazon link no later than Wednesday. If you want to save 30% and get a personalized, signed copy, let me know in the comments or via writer [at] 3-arstudios DOT com.
Continue reading “Empire’s Agent, pt.12”
Second, awful, miserable Dayjob(TM) weekend prep. Nine to four with no breaks, no lunch. At four (1600), I curled up around some boxes of liter normal saline and fell asleep for maybe fifteen minutes. Saw this and what I’ll write and post tomorrow. Worked for another 90 minutes.
I tend to forget about the weather; I shouldn’t: it can be a fantastic tool for advancing a story. Especially a story where two people might just be falling for one another.
Since, for the vast majority of time we’ve been genetically ‘human,’ getting sick = dying, I think that caring for the sick is a special form of love we show one another. I’d call it a subset of agape, but I drink more than I Greek.
My other task is to make two, minor, editorial changes to the 2nd edition of The Fourth Law. After Createspace does their third and final review, it’ll be commercially available. It will likely not be until the following weekend that I’ve everything fixed and uploaded onto Smashwords. Following that, the 2nd edition of Echoes of Family Lost. In May, “The Saga of Nichole5 – Part 1: ‘Friend & Ally'”
It’s as if I’m an author…
Continue reading “Empire’s Agent, pt.11”
You know what I’ve watched? I’ve watched the conversation between Arpad and the old guy that just came into the bar (whom you’ll meet shortly, a tertiary character from my novels). Where everything below the fold came from? No clue; I just write.
Continue reading “Empire’s Agent, pt.10”
“Hasten slowly.” Twenty quatloos – and a free, signed copy of the second edition of “The Fourth Law” to the first person who identifies who is best known for that quote: hasten slowly.
It begins to come out that while they are total strangers, Arpad and Lily do know quite a bit about one another. And it seems they both like what they’ve discovered. Lily’s past is still a splinter in her mind; I know that there are things as bad in his. He’s old enough that his father could have been in the AVO, and so despised. Hell, maybe he’s Orban’s love child?… we’ll see!
It’s lunch time and the sun’s warm!
PS And yes, that’s Lily’s silhouette in the center in black. Cute girl.
Continue reading “Empire’s Agent, pt.9”
Nasty outbreak of DayJob, today: my boss’s dotted-line boss was in for the annual audit. I did my best to stay invisible. In that time, I was able to see far beyond what I’ve written here. But, it was a 10-hour day, so: rest.
I have to tell this from Arpad’s POV because I didn’t understand just how – even with Ai’s family – how alone Lily is as she approaches thirty years old. I’m not cutting her parts out, but limiting them for poignancy.
Continue reading “Empire’s Agent, pt.8”
Back on track. I re-re-read what I’d re-read yesterday. I’m just a middle-aged hack, but FFS, that was awful! Was I really drunk enough to write that?
I didn’t even bother editing it: deleted. Let’s try again. Sure: dashing Arpad is something of a player; nothing at all wrong with that. Has he a history? Well, lookie here…!
[Personal aside: thought about this all morning. Left phone upstairs in pharmacy while I went to eat lunch in ground floor cafeteria. Rather than troll news sites, I spent the next forty-ish minutes thinking about this story. Bits. Pieces. Glimpses. Pic…
What? Oh: “picnic.” My imagination opened like a carpet. Arpad owes Lily a lunch at her hospital, but after that… they’re going to go on a little date… how, why, where… don’t bother me: I’m writing!]
Continue reading “Empire’s Agent, pt.(7)”