I’ve now spent over 30 hours editing through Tangled Magic very carefully. It is my hopes to have a release date scheduled soon, but I still have a few more chapters to finish. One more week and I think I’ll be done. At least if my actions from this last weekend don’t bring another maelstrom to my life. Wish I could go into more detail there, but now is not the time.
What I can say is that in editing this book (again, and still finding issues with it), I’m working on my editing procedure. I’m changing things up a bit and it is working very well. It’s good because it will get me back to writing. I was writing so much that I created this big mound of stories, but I had no way to follow it up in order finish the stories. It really has been a mess that I haven’t wanted to look at or deal with. But, with this new process in place (hopefully one I can trust as much as I do my writing process), I can get back to productively writing.
Of course, there is that other thing in my life too. In the long run, it will be a fantastic thing. I just have to trust that the universe will help me get all the pieces in place. Right now, I just have to get though the next eight hours and find out if the figurative storm is going to hit me or die away. Wish me luck.
FanX was a lot of fun last weekend. I’m tired and now I’ve got to be restocking books and painting for Thousand Springs coming up in a couple weeks, but that’s a good problem to have.
If you are joining here after meeting me at FanX, welcome. We’re in the middle of a novel right now, but the blurb below will get you caught up. Be sure to subscribe to the blog so you know when a new post is released.
Last week, I woke up at 1:30 a.m. and came fully awake with the realization that I was being told something at close to 2 a.m. I then spent two hours allowing the information to come through, sketching, and writing it all down. What it was was a diagram and understanding of the Onesong on a completely new level and what I need to do to change Dragons of Wellsdeep. As such, there is no way that Dragons is going to be ready for FanX.
I can’t tell you how bummed out about that I am, but I trust the energy. It’s magnifying the scope of the book and making the story so much stronger.
Now that I’m letting that percolate a little, I went back to book 5 of the Sacred Knight series, The Missing Thread. I’ve revamped the beginning so far — just a few tweaks, but I feel a major change coming up ahead. It’s strange, because I don’t even remember what happens next necessarily and I use to be able to hold every aspect of the plots for 10 different books in my head at once. That makes me feel old.
Anyway, my writing chart has been sparse for so long, though strangely enough I haven’t fallen too far behind in my word count total for the year, that I’m wondering if I can actually get back to it and keep going now. I hesitate to say that too loud, but we shall see what happens.
Boy did I make my inner artist-child angry last week!
She got so mad at me that she hijacked the ship. Every time I went to get my words in, I felt her sticking her tongue out at me. I will share more about this later in the week. Trust me, my artist-child is such a brat!
I went over the weekend to Boise to watch the Dragon Ball: Broly movie. Certainly not as good as Spider Man: Into the Spider-verse, but it was fun to spend time with the boys. They also let me pop into Guitar Center so that I could play with some microphones. I found one I really liked. Now I can’t wait to get it hooked into my booth and get to working with it. I still have the second half of Oxygento record before I do that though. I might keep my AKG mic and do character voices on it, but this new mic will be great for narration. I’m so excited.
It has taken me a week to get through the audio on the first part of Oxygen which I recorded last week, but I’ve been happy with the editing speed. It’s much more reasonable. The channel strip I added works well.
I’ve also been working on the edit for Tangled Magic. I haven’t gotten in time every morning, but since it’s a new habit, it’s taking time to get into place. As I had figured it would.
That’s really all I have for this week. Let’s look at the numbers.
Unless I write very fast and miraculously discover how this story is to end, we’re down the last couple of chapters. The world may just have to wait to figure out how this ends (including me).
Yeah, I know — it would be so cool if I’d focus on one project at a time. Sorry, I just can’t write like that. My artist child is a 2 year old who wants to play with everything at once. And a new story is like a new toy — it gets the attention.
Aw, you know me too well! Yes, I have a new story.
For some time, I’ve wanted to write the story of when Steigan and Martias ran away to go join the Palin Wars. For Steigan, it was all pretty cut and dry. He got in serious trouble afterwards. I kept telling myself that there was no story there. A series of events do not a story make.
But on Monday, the story started “downloading” to me from Martias’ point of view. At first, I started thinking that there was no way that I could make it work from Martias. That’s not going to stop my 2-year-old artist child from whining and crying to get her way. So, I figured what the heck could it hurt to at least start writing it down and see how far it went. After the first session, I kept thinking that there was no way I could write it without giving away parts of Quest for the Three Books.
Yeah, that’s definitely not making the artist child happy. She’s stomping and demanding that she can do, that she is a big girl and doesn’t need to listen to me.
So far, she’s been right.
She’s so giving me a raspberry, big and wet, full of thththtp sounds.
We’ll see how far she gets. She just can’t tell this story without diving in deeply into Martias’ deep, dark secrets.
On the other hand, I’m getting to know Martias pretty well. I know how this adventure changes him. I’m also seeing a character arc that I didn’t know was there.
When I stop to think about my theory to “trust the process,” I realize that I’m probably needing to write this story now so that I can get back to work on The Missing Thread.
Yeah, my artist child might be very right about this. So sorry that she doesn’t want to play with Moonhunter and Balthier at the moment. Who knows though. Sometimes she surprises me. Well, let’s get you to the story.
Dragons of Wellsdeep
by Dawn Blair
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I mentioned in a couple of my progress blogs that I’d been painting. I have been experimenting recently with space nebulae.
Had to teach myself the valuable lesson of having fun once again a couple nights ago during my painting session. I was trying so hard not to mess up a painting I was working on, even though it was study painting and I should have been exploring concepts rather than trying to do a “masterpiece.” So guess what happened?
Yep, I messed it up. I was so not happy with it. I decided to play around with the mess I had on my canvas.
Wow! Rather than pulling my paint with the brush over the canvas, I started to push it. Because I had such a mess, I was getting incredible results. Well, I thought they were. Here’s what resulted:
While waiting for this one to dry, I started a new canvas and I just let this playful state I’d reached have at it. Here’s it’s result:
I’m starting this post for the second time. I went off in one direction and realized that it was a whole separate post. You’ll get it later in the week. You’ll know it when you see it because it’s about playing around. I think that was exactly what I needed to do when I started that post, along with solidifying the lesson in my head.
After all, these aren’t just pep talks for you, though I do hope they help and that you find some value in them. Often, they are present me giving future self advice: hey dummy, you learned this lesson once already; aren’t you ready to move on already?
But that’s not what we’re here for today. Rather, I thought I’d show you a piece I’ve been working on.
I’ve mentioned in a couple prior progress posts that I had been painting, but I never showed any pictures. So here’s one.
It’s a 5″x7″ acrylic on Bristol board (though you can see my margin notes to myself which I haven’t erased yet). It’s also not quite as dark as it looks here. This looks almost like a blocked in painting. Sorry.
I “finished” this piece quite some time ago and I’ve been meaning to varnish it. I’d hoped to have it matted and framed for the last show I did, but I couldn’t get there. I wonder if that’s the process telling me that I’m not done with it yet. It all feels very symmetrical to me. I can’t stop the nagging feeling that it needs something. Maybe that’s why I haven’t been able to finish it yet. Maybe it truly is a work in process still. Am I learning to trust the process with my painting as well as my writing?
Time to pull out the charcoal and/or the sketchbook and start trying some ideas. Wish me luck.
I want to personally apologize if anyone heard my near continuous, mental screams of anguish this weekend.
It has been very difficult.
I finished the plot outline for Tangled Magic and Walk the Path, which meant it was time to sharpen the focus. That’s kind of hard to do when you don’t even have focus. On Saturday, I obsessed over the dang thing so much that I nearly didn’t get my words done for the day. I did, but I totally had to shove the story out of my head and not let in any distraction. I did write about Cirvel, but he took me on a wild ride and showed me a piece of his world from before the time of Tangled Magic and so I was on a thrilling adventure. If Cirvel had turned to me, as character often do, and asked if I now really, really, really wanted Rivic to win, I probably would have sank to my knees, giggled, and said, “No, Cirvel, you are forever the Lord of Gohaldinest. Only a monster would want that wimpy kid to beat you.” **giggle**
Four hours of yard work on Saturday has left me sore and achy. I didn’t even get up Sunday morning to record audio as I usually do. I was hard to get my words in Saturday night, but I did. I should have listened to the little voice that said I should have gotten my words done in the morning before tackling the pine needles in the back yard. Whoever thought to put a Ponderosa pine in a residential neighborhood was an idiot. The tree was planted years before I moved in. Now it’s a behemoth.
Other than that, I’ve been trying to get back into routine this week from Adrian’s play last week. My maniac drive to get audio done seems to have subsided for the moment, giving way to my need for sleep.
The only thing I can really claim that I’ve accomplished this last week, other than my daily word count and my daily Inktober posts on Instagram, is that I’m nearly done with the full plot outline for Tangled Magic and Walk the Path. I’m so glad that I’m building this because I’ve found some spots where I can move things around if necessary as well as a few holes from the mess of writing I was doing posting it as Onesong here on my blog. These two books are so going through two readers — one for continuity and the other for proofreading — before they see the light of day. I hope the two readers I have for this are ready.
I sit here staring at the white page of my computer screen and wonder what to write. Secrets plays on my Internet radio, followed by Armada by Two Steps from Hell. I wonder how long I will continue to sit and stare until I decide to start writing words, anything. Something.
Click, click, fingers on the keyboard and the words start to come to me. Pouring forth.
There are writers who think the act of writing is grueling and love the idea of having written. I prefer the writing. For me, it’s slipping through a little hole unseen by everyone else and coming out in another world. It’s like music that flows in the ears and opens up your mind to possibilities locked within the flow of the music.