Always Knew

In a recent blog post, I mentioned that I didn’t learn to speak until I was three.

I probably knew this and forgotten. I remember my mother telling me that she had waited forever for me to talk and once I did I never shut up. But for me, obviously because I’m a late bloomer of sorts, I didn’t have this fact click in my head until recently.
I had gone back to my baby book to look up an illness that I had known that I’d had, but I couldn’t remember when I had it. With both my parents gone, the only way I have this information now is by referencing what my mother wrote down, which was a lot.

It almost makes me so feel sorry my children because I didn’t have time to write down their lives in this kind of detail. Fortunately for me, they’re smarter than me and I’ve told him the stories so many times, because I’m a storyteller, that they probably know it all by heart.

I would insert a picture of my overflowing baby book here if I wasn’t terrified of pulling it out from where it’s at right now. I swear it is crammed with nearly everything I did up through 4th grade and even a few things beyond.

Anyway, I went back to my baby book and saw all the references from the first few years of my life where Mom was putting in there about me not talking yet. I finally started flipping through to see when I started talking and it was apparently after my third birthday. My parents were both highly concerned apparently, though I’m sure my father was making frequent references about how Einstein didn’t start speaking until he was four as well (as several other obscure references no one but him understood in that time before Google), so surely I would be a genius.

Then came the real shocker for me.

Apparently, my first word after the usual “mama” and “da da” was “book.”

Book. Imagine that. I just laughed out loud. I suppose it really shouldn’t have been such a surprise, but it was delightful. I suppose I just never had anything to say until I could tell stories, because I know I’ve been telling stories since I was four.

I love to tell stories. I love to write. And my first word was book. I honestly think I came into this world knowing what I really wanted to do.

That makes me one of the lucky ones.

A Random Memory

I went to my first writing convention when I was 15 1/2. I remember this because I had to have my mom go along with me. I only had my learner’s permit to drive and needed an adult with me. The conference was in Carson City, Nevada, and I seem to recall that it was actually a two day conference, though it might have only been one.


My mom had subscribed for two years to Writer’s Digest magazine for me and I think I had heard about this conference in the magazine. My dad must’ve generously paid for the conference, and my mom got the duty of hanging out in Carson City for a couple days.


I remember arriving at the conference and going into the conference room and taking a seat at the back. Kind of in the back corner by the door. I was so nervous I thought I might throw up. Here I was a fifteen-year-old kid sitting around with all these adults. Here I was calling myself a writer when I was still a mere high school student. Yeah, I’m still surprised I didn’t puke.


I remember sitting there, quiet as a little mouse as was my nature back then. For the first thirty years of my life, very few people knew that I actually knew how to speak, which is kind of funny considering that I only recently realized that I didn’t start speaking until I was three. I was listening to the conversations going on around me, again, the habit of being a silent person and a people watcher. One man near me was talking excitedly with some people he had just met. They were all discussing how hard it was to get published. He saw me and must’ve thought that I would be great entertainment in this discussion, for what else was a fifteen-year-old kid doing here.


He turned to me and he asked if I had tried to get published.


“Oh, yes,” I said suddenly feeling like I had something to contribute to these other writers that were having a great conversation.


Of course, that led him to asking me the related question of if I had actually published anything. “Yes, twice.”


His jaw dropped. The people in the seats turned closer to me. I didn’t even have a chance to explain that my publications were really publications. I was trying to stammer this out when he asked me, how old are you?

I told my age and I said really this is not a true publishing credit one was in a poetry anthology I had to pay for a book to get in there the other was in a statewide school competition because I had one the competition for my high school. I had no real competition; I grew up in a small town.


He clamored that it really didn’t matter, that fifteen-year-olds were getting published and they were having such a difficult time of it. I realized then that publishing was just a matter of perspective. He seriously counted those two things, a vanity publication and the school journal, which no one except for the people who entered would ever receive a copy and read the story, as publications.

What else do I remember from that conference? Not much honestly. I remember having lunch with my mother and being so excited. I had a ton of notes which I think I have sense lost or filed away over the years. I vaguely remember driving and being so excited to be going back that second day. I wish I remembered more. But the knowledge must’ve sunk into my subconscious and hopefully it remains there to this day has solid information when I need it.

Temporarily Discontinuing

I am temporarily discontinuing my weekly free fiction.

Sorry.

It’s not that I don’t like doing, or that I don’t want to do it, or that I can’t write fast enough to do it. It’s that I’ve come to realize that I need to be very protective about the part of me that writes my fiction and I’ve seen how this could potentially be very hurtful to my artist child.

I am working on big changes in my creative life, which I hope will allow me to get back to the free fictions posts, but in a way different fashion. It will take a bit for me to get there though. I am hoping I can resume later this year.

Or, if I get bored at some point, I will post something that is currently published. I just don’t have enough of those stories to do it weekly — yet.

But for now, I write and keep it to myself until it is done.

I hope you will understand.

A Wise Friend

I recently signed up for a lifetime subscription on a course package offered by Dean Wesley Smith on Teachable. Sometimes I just need reminders on my writing and I love the way Dean phrases things. He’s blunt and honest. Don’t expect warm fuzzies. I like that. It’s an eye-to-eye level approach and I know it sends many people scattering from the room like spitting kittens. Let them go off and lick their wounds. Writing is fun. Publishing is hard. That’s the truth Dean speaks.

Now I’m certain that Dean considers me a new author, and from outward appearances, I certainly am. The truth is that I’ve spent a majority of my life trying to be published.

I remember very clearly a day right before I turned 13. It was Saturday in early spring. I ran out to get the mail and I saw a Writer’s Digest magazine. It had my mother’s name on it.

I was devastated!

I can still remember how shell-shocked and betrayed I felt as soon as I saw that magazine with my mother’s name on it. I was the one writing and telling stories, not her!

Let me step back for a moment here. I remember spending quite a bit of my childhood coloring and painting watercolors with my mother. I always thought I was doing well… until that moment when I saw what my mom had been doing. Her work was stunning. I didn’t even know crayons could look like that. I recall sitting out on the wooden back porch, I believe it was the old gray-painted one before we put in a wider one, and looking at some of the oil paintings she’d done when she was younger. I remember the oil smell of her paint box. To this day, whenever I smell oil paint, I am taken back to that moment when she showed me her colorful world.

And I was insanely jealous.

Now, I did know that being envious of my mother was a dumb thing and so I never said a word to her about how I felt. She had so much talent.

She pitched her box of oil paints into the burning barrel.

That’s where the art she did with me ended up too.

When my brother and I were cleaning out my dad’s house after his passing, we came across some of my mother’s paintings. Now that I’m older and I’ve studied art, I can see that these were definitely student study paintings, but I also see the talent she could have grown. If she had chosen to.

So here I was, pre-teen me, standing with a fabulous writing magazine in my hand. I felt like she was trying to overtake my thing (like how she always overshadowed my attempts at art as if I were already something fabulous – dumb!). I went in and asked her about the magazine.

She smiled. “Well, that was supposed to have been a birthday present for you. Happy birthday.”

It wasn’t for her; it was for me. I was excited. I went to my room and read the whole magazine from cover to cover, including the ads in the back. My writing world opened up. I discovered so many things.

Each month as the magazine appeared, I grew more selective about what I was reading in it. But I learned a lot about the publishing industry. I knew more about it than a lot of the adults that I was attending writers conferences with. I send out so many requests for guidelines with my self-addressed stamped envelopes (SASE’s as they were known and I explained to many newbie adult writers over the years) that I had quite a collection of nearly every traditional book and magazine publisher at the time. I discovered The Writers Market book put out every year and I owned several (I still do, through I did throw some out finally this summer). I attempted to get stories published — okay, how good could they have been from a 15 year-old writer, but I was seriously making an attempt. It wasn’t until I was in my 20’s that I finally got an acceptance letter, followed by several more, “Close, but not quite. What else do you have?” letters.

I always wrote into the dark without an outline. I hated rewriting; it was a bloody waste of time. I cycled, much like Dean talks about, if I was writing a piece out by hand and then making a typed draft which I did on a lot of short stories. Of course, that was the whole story cycled, not just part of it. If you find errors in my blogs, it’s generally because I cycle while I write these too and I don’t proofread as closely as I could; I just caught an error above and cleaned it up, but I’m certain 3 more will slip by me.

Back to my childhood writing. Because of schooling and the things I was reading in Writer’s Digest, I also got a lot of bad training. If I was getting rejected, I would go back to a piece and see what I could “fix.” I fell into the belief that I needed critique partners to tell me what I was doing wrong. Now, I did get awfully lucky here. I managed to find a couple of great writers and we offered each other peer-level critiques. I feel as if we all grew as writers. However, I can also see the damage that we did to each other and our own child artists within us. That’s why I feel like I’m starting over now. Before, I was a raw, untempered metal, but now I have been forged with flaws that must be sharpened out of me.

Hence why I really needed to find some writing continuing education that spoke to me. I am so fortunate that I stumbled upon Dean’s masterclass (and thankful that he accepted me to “come on down”) for the two years I went, and why when WMG had a sale on the lifetime subscription to the large class package, I had to jump on it.

This has been a really long way of getting to where I had originally intended for this post, but I felt it was important that you had the background.

I am currently listening to the “classic” (meaning it’s an older one) workshop on how to edit your own work. I suspected I already knew what Dean was going to say; I’ve followed him for several years now. However, I learn something or am given a swift kick with every workshop I listen to. That’s why I bought the package and why I’m listening to it; I need this.

He started talking about perfection and how deadly it is. Now, I’m about as far from a perfectionist as I can be. I don’t believe in slacking. I do like to do quality work to the best of my ability. I never mean to make mistakes, but I realize they do happen. I can also release it when I do make a mistake. I don’t beat myself up about it anymore. I learn and move on. So, I like to think that I’m in a happy medium here on this scale.

Dean suggested his wife’s book, The Pursuit of Perfection: And How It Harms Writers by Kristine Kathryn Rusch. I’ve seen and heard about the book before. I never thought much about it because, again, I’m not a perfectionist. Don’t need to read about it if I don’t have the problem, right?

Wrong.

As part of this workshop, they had a link to the book for free. Well, I had paid for the workshop, so I felt I should download the book. As it turns out, one of the assignments is to read the book and let Dean and Kris know what the workshop participant learned from it. Since I’m taking this workshop as a classic, we don’t turn in the assignments for their feedback. I still decided to take a look at the book, even though I certainly don’t have a problem with perfectionism.

Yes, I do know it is my ego which keeps me writing. My bullish ego doesn’t know when to quit. That I will admit.

So I started reading the book. It’s not a book so much about perfectionism, but about allowing and giving yourself permission to just do the best you can. I got a whole new perspective about critiques too (which is why I can say that I clearly see the good and the damage my peers and I did to each other).

I’m only halfway through the book, but I know what I would answer back to the assignment is I was to turn it in now. I’d say that I got a great reminder about returning the focus to my career.

I was 15 years old and studying Writer’s Digest ever month when I realized that it was impossible to make a living from putting out 1 book a year with a traditional publisher. I saw it back then. I saw back then that it was going to take 8-10 books per year to actually make a living as a writer. And, because I knew that they only put out 1 book per year by an author, that meant I was going to have to have 8-10 different pen names until one of the names gathered a following.

This was back in the 80’s that I realized this.

Now, if you’ve followed Dean as I’ve told all my writing friends to do, you see that having to follow the “write and release” method that they preach is not anything new. I realized it back then. At 15! And it took Kris’ book to really push it all back into place for me.

In the tarot, there is a hermit card with a solitary figure holding up a lantern. It is a shining of the light on the dark to illuminate what was hidden. Kris writes about focusing on the career, not the book. Dean talks about writing and having fun with the book, and then releasing, and he talks about building up 100-300 titles. Yet it was the way Kris put it about building a collection of titles (an oeuvre) that was that lantern in the dark. I knew that it was all there, but I needed it illuminated because I’m so down in the weeds focusing on a few books at a time that I forget to stick my head up and look back at all of the titles. Especially those I have written, released, and they sit out there making either no money or less than $1/year. Not that they are “bad books;” they just haven’t found their audience yet. Yet.

In going out to get the affiliate link from Amazon on her book, I dropped down to check out the reviews. I read reviews on other people’s books, never my own if I can help it. The review at the top when I looked read, “A little book that’s a wise friend to writers young and old.” Very well summed up. It doesn’t get more appropriate than that.

I’m excited to see what comes to light in the second half of the book. But even if it’s not as vivid as this first part, I have learned and grown as an indie publisher. I love this age of going directly to readers and not having to wait a year or more for a traditional publisher to get my book into their chain. I love having the control be all mine.

Someday I’ll have an oeuvre that gets discovered. No, not everything will be perfect, but hopefully readers will see that my work grew and got better. It was always the best that I could do at that moment. Is that what most of my art has always been? Learning as I go?

Thank goodness for my bullish ego which keeps me persisting.

Thank you Dean Wesley Smith and Kristine Kathryn Rusch for your guidance and honesty with writers.

Thanks, Mom, for my subscription to Writer’s Digest.

Thank you world for a new day filled with amazing technology.

Thank you, readers, for allowing me your time. I hope I’ve entertained.

Breaking loose

I feel like I’ve been working on a lot of writing projects during late summer and early fall, but for a while it felt like nothing was actually getting done. I felt a bit stuck.

But lately, I’ve been like a mad woman possessed and things are finally starting to break loose.

I finished and published The Unicorn and the Secret. Then, this last week thanks to Thanksgiving (see what I did there? *grin*), I finished the 7th Loki novella. It even got a title! Help Wanted, Call Loki That means the story is real. I even have the idea for the cover.

It will be a little bit longer before you see that as it still needs to go to a first reader for copyediting. I think in my mind I originally had it slated for publication in April 2021, but now that might get moved up. We’ll see just what happens there.

Meanwhile, I’m still working through Walk the Path and Dragons of Wellsdeep, but I feel these projects are moving along now after several months of feeling stuck.

In case you’re curious, this is my current work in progress:

  • 15 novels
  • 2 novellas (this does include Help Wanted, Call Loki)
  • 4 short stories (though I have a ton waiting in the wings)
  • 7 children’s books (all written, I just need to get to illustrating)
  • 3 audiobooks slated after the one I’m currently recording

That’s a list of 31 projects. And my goal is to be finished with 10 of the 15 novels (or all 15 if I just decide to stick some nails in their coffins or just close my eyes and take a leap from the cliff on some of the older works) and all the short stories by the end of next year. I’m tired of looking at all these titles on my list! I’m ready for some new titles.

I’d love to get those children’s books out too. I’ve had them sitting for far too many years, but I need some equipment fixed before I can tackle those. Hopefully, I’m getting closer. It would be great to do at least one or two of them next year as well.

Well, I’m off to get back to those manuscripts.

Finished a story

I finished a novella length story last night. Now I’m trying to figure out what the title should be. Usually somewhere in writing the story the title comes to me. Not this time.

Maybe I’m trying too hard because I know what I want to have in the title but I can’t make it work.

Of course, once I have the title then I can prepare the cover. And get it ready for publishing.

I really enjoy this world of indie publishing. I’m glad that I can write and release stores. As I’ve said before, my job isn’t done until someone reads my story.

This means that even though I’ve finished this story, it’s not done until it’s released. I’m only halfway there.

A defining year

There are defining moments in everyone’s life, events that shape them into the person they are.

I remember as we approached 2020 and everyone was so excited to be back in the “Roaring ’20’s,” I just couldn’t join that excitement. I just had a feeling, even back then.

Part of my problem as we moved toward the new year was that I didn’t want it to have another year which had just been a repeat of the last ten years of my life. I needed something different. I felt it, but I didn’t know what to do about it.

When shows started getting cancelled, I saw that I was going to have some “free time” on my hands. I also saw it as an opportunity to change my mindset. I signed up for several classes on that and practiced and studied just as I was told to do.

The problem is that if you don’t get your live out of the same swamp you’ve been living in, you can’t change your mindset. It will always get pulled back in.

The result was that I started to fall behind in the other areas of my life where I should have been excelling, especially with this “free time” I’d been given.

Two things have become abundantly clear.

  1. You have to know what you want and you have to be really clear about it. This seems like a no-brainer, but it’s easy to start second guessing yourself or think that you need something else when the real solution might be simpler and better for you. Realizing that I’d been trying to take a really hard route last year made me see how much time I’d spent going in a direction that I wasn’t even ready for. Realizing that I needed to do something different for the time being even if it’s not what I really want NOW will be more beneficial in a few more years.
  2. Once you’re clear about what you want, you have to put energy into that intention. Again, something easier to understand as a concept rather than a practice. We all what we want now, not an hour from now, let alone a year or even a decade from now. Sorry, life doesn’t work that way, especially if you’ve been working against it. It takes time to turn a ship or an airplane.

Know what you want and build toward it. Okay, that sums it all up.

Wishing, wanting, waiting doesn’t help. Energy has to go into that intention. If you want a garden and you have the land to do it (or initiative to build planters and give yourself a way to have a garden as a friend of mine living in an apartment did), you won’t have a garden if you don’t get out and put seeds or plant in the ground and then tend to them. You can’t just walk up to barren ground and shout, “Give me squash!” It won’t work.

If all the other ducks in the swamp are also squawking, “Give me squash,” then you’re all in trouble.

I’m honestly not sure where that last thought came from, but I do see it as a sign that my mindset is still cluttered, though maybe its a remnant of the cobwebs being swept out.

I know that most people right now are tired of the seclusion, angry even. Nothing seems to be going right. Sean Connery is dead. Alex Trebek is dead. Businesses are going under. Wear a mask, don’t wear a mask. Our world is never going to be the same. Doom is upon us. The end is nigh.

The mindset of the world is a mess right now.

But I don’t have to work on the world, only on me.

I’ve defined what I want in life (having even seen a strange correlation with my writing which I might discuss later) and seen what I need to move into place now so that I have things to expand upon later. I have been putting energy into new intentions, different goals that I’ve had in the past. I’m growing in ways I would have if the world hadn’t stopped because of COVID. Rather than whining about what a crappy year it’s been, I’m using 2020 as a time marker. We all mark time in our lives by events that happened (my mom died in 2011, my dad died in 2017 — I remember events near those years because of those two life occurrences). Now, 2020 will be a new marker and a clearing of the slate in some regards.

Never before have I been so ready to get out of the swamp. I’ve had enough of these demoralizing moments in the muck. My energy is going to a much higher and more challenging intention. If I fail, I will fail forward.

2020 will be a defining year. All because I decide to make it so.

How about you?

Joyful

Last week was an interesting one. On many levels.

Firstly, I signed up for lifetime access to a bunch of learning materials for writers. I have only had a chance to watch part of the “Fear” videos — what, me? Fear? OMG, yes, I do have some! — and in that time I’ve already doubled my writing production. I just needed a kick in the butt, which is why I signed up for this content. I just didn’t know the first video I randomly picked would have such ramifications on my life. I slammed into a major wall that not only is in my life, but that reflects itself in my writing. I ended up making myself a sign that reminds me what I want in my life: “Play. Have fun. Dare to bad.” Now I’m not talking about “bad” in the sense of criminal activity, not in real life at least, but more to dare to not be perfect at everything. The energy is in the creativity. It’s not in the redoing of work. Yes, I know this, but I needed the in-your-face reminder that the instructor gives me.

There is also the “bad” aspect of letting my villains be, well, villainous. Recently, I wrote a scene between Martias-na and Steigan and there was some intense hatred going on. I wondered if I should pull it back. I didn’t. I needed to let the Necroatheling be evil. And I left Steigan stuck in a hole. It was great. Scary too. Loved it. I still feel that there is a scene coming up where I will have to vent more rage between these two characters. I hope I’m ready. No, wait. That is giving into the critical voice and letting it eek fears in. I’m ready and I’m excited to get to that scene. Aw, that’s better now!”

Some people know that I’ve had an oracle card deck which is meant to go with the Sacred Knight series. I always meant to do more with those cards — they were meant to be in integral part of the series. In an early draft of Prince of the Ruined Land, Lucinia gives Steigan another reading. The history of the deck Lucinia has was supposed to be exposed. It never happened, though I’ve been thinking that maybe I can do it in a short story with her and Arlyn sometime.

Once again, I’ve gotten a little off track. Surprise.

I have a friend who has hundreds of tarot and oracle decks. She’s inspired me to build my own “little” library. Lately I’ve been drawing one card per day from The Universe Has Your Back deck and taking it with me to use as a focal point through my day. Now, with all my decks, I keep the cards in that talk about the author and artist of the deck. Many people toss these out. But my friend, again with her good advice, convinced me that they are “Creator cards” to remind you that you create your life. So, these stay in all my decks.

I wasn’t surprised when I got the Creator Card from The Universe Has Your Back. So I thought I’d pull a card from The Artist’s Way since art and creating are so entwined in my life and I really wanted my focal point. The Creator Card flipped from this deck too.

There is no way that this is happening three times, I thought to myself as I grabbed another deck. No way! The odds of that happening would be astronomical, not that I was calculating it (I hated statistics and I wasn’t very good at it – I barely passed the class with a B). Out of this third deck instantly flipped the Creator Card out as if it had no other choice. I sat there just staring at the 3 Creator Cards before me until it dawned on me that I really should take a picture of them; not sure if anyone would ever believe this stranger-than-fiction story even with picture evidence. I still wasn’t certain I believed. Astronomical odds and all.

Here’s the cards with the box lids for the decks.

At this point, with my logic circuits already blown, I’m wondering how long this streak can keep going. I grabbed a 4th deck.

I am pleased to announce that the Creator Card didn’t come out of this deck, though it might as well have been. Of all the decks I have, only this deck would have this card in it and also be right next to me. Are you ready?

Talk about a “let there be light moment!” It almost felt like the universe was screaming at me. Dawn!

Beyond that, I was watching Star Trek Discovery this week. They are doing such an awesome job. My hat is off to the people working on this show. But in the 3rd episode of season 3, there is a character I instantly recognized. I won’t say much more about it because I don’t want to create spoilers for people who haven’t gotten this far in the show. However, the young actor is someone I swear I’ve talked to at a show and possibly even signed a book for. It made me feel like I might just have one degree of separation from Star Trek. I do know the actor is from Salt Lake, so it is very possible. I’m very proud of him. Way to go! I do hope I get to see more of you in Discovery. I’m waiting for my cosplaying son to watch the episode so he can see if he also recalls the actor.

Then, I received my first review on Etsy.

This was twice as special for me since I love several sci-fi shows too and I enjoy providing stories to people. Here’s a case where story loving people were connected by a piece of art. This is why I love being a writer and artist. I get to connect with people in so many ways. I feel humbly blessed.

So let’s take a closeup of this piece that you saw in the header.

Landscape 2020-72
3.5″ x 2.5″ acrylic on Bristol Board
©2020 Dawn Blair

It’s a beautiful piece that makes you wish you could walk right into and let the calm surround you.

If you are interested in purchasing this piece or seeing what other work I have available, please check out my stores. Here’s the link to this ACEO:

Etsy

Zibbet

Thank you for letting me share with you! No matter the state of our lives or the world, the stories within our experiences are what we share with each other.

Still shaking in my knees

This is a hard blog post for me to write.

Worse, I don’t know why.

Doesn’t matter though. This is still a post I’ve been avoiding to write.

90 Seconds to Courage is now available on Amazon.

Read on Kindle Unlimited

Even though it is out to the world, I still have major trepidations about it and I don’t know why.

I keep asking myself: will it help anyone? Will anyone have positive changes in their life because I took the step forward to put this out? Is it worthy? Is it too broad? Will anyone care?

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Thoughts on Witch Week

A short while ago, I finished reading this combo book which had The Magicians of Capona and Witch Week by Diana Wynne Jones. I had purchased the audio of Magicians of Caprona and tried to listen to it on a trip, but I had to stop because after awhile, all the Italian names started to blend together and nearly put me to sleep on the road. I had to stop listening. I was afraid that reading the book would be as monotonous and I avoided it for a couple of years. But, I am such a Diana Wynne Jones fan that I just had to have another book to read.

Magicians of Caprona wasn’t a bad book, but it wasn’t what I was expecting either. In the end, I was really just kind of “meh” about it.

At least it didn’t take long as Castle in the Air.

I was ready to move onto Witch Week.

I’m going to start by saying that I really dislike it when writers hop from one character’s head to another. Witch Week continuously changes which character’s point of view we are seeing the story from. At first, it really bugged me because I didn’t see a point in it. Then I started to get into the swing of it and it wasn’t bad. When I started reading the next book in the series, Conrad’s Fate, I developed a theory that maybe she was doing all this on purpose in order to practice as a writer. Witch Week and Conrad’s Fate are two different points of view all together, Witch Week being third person omnipotent and Conrad’s Fate being first person. I really think now that she was trying to see if “head hopping” could be done effectively. I have seen so many authors claim that their head-hopping shifts were actually the omnipotent point of view, to which I scoff because it isn’t. It is merely a book told from two, three, or four character’s points of view. Witch Week is true omnipotent.

It’s taking me sitting here writing out some of my thoughts to really reflect on the story and what a truly amazing job she did with this. I will have to go back to it again and study this more. I might have to claim that this is the first time I’ve seen true omnipotent point of view done well.

Watch out. The last time I saw a writer attempt something I felt was outlandish (first person, present tense), I ended up writing the Loki series because I wanted to try my hand at it. That was because of Susan Ee’s Angelfall. #AffiliateLinks

In finishing Witch Week, I discovered what Magicians of Caprona was missing and it had to do with the ending. in Magicians of Caprona, the characters of the story, I feel, do very little to save the day. I won’t spoil it, and maybe I was reading fast to get through the story, but I just don’t feel like it had a satisfactory ending. Witch Week on the other hand, was ended by the main characters of the story realizing what needed to happen and carrying it out.

Overall, I’d say that both stories are worth the read. Okay, so far the whole Chrestomanci series is worth the read.

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