This past week has been remarkably productive. After quite a few weeks of thumb-twiddling, I managed to scratch out almost 20,000 words in three days. Chapters 16, 17 and 18 are complete, and hopefully chapter 19 and 20 will follow just as quick. After that, it’s the final five (21-25) and book three is complete!
I honestly didn’t think I’d get here. I mean, after this I still have four more books to write, but this third book has been … just awful. Not awful in that it won’t be a fun read, but it hasn’t been nearly as much fun to write. There have been some genuine struggles, moments when inspiration was severely lacking, and some serious doubts about the direction the book was going in.
But that’s all almost over. I’m pretty confident about what’s left for book three, and then I can start thinking towards the editing, the endless revisions, and—perhaps one day—the launch!
So here’s to another productive weekend coming up, and seeing if another 20,000 words is possible!
Chapter Seventeen: Paräth
After some time, Brandyé realized that he was being carried far into the countryside, away from the ruins of Hope and through the hills. He had grown quiet after the argument with the Sarâthen, and allowed himself to be borne wherever they wished. He was uncertain where they made for, but his chest still pained him greatly, and so he cared little either way. He thought perhaps the pain was receding slightly, or perhaps he was growing accustomed to it, but it seemed to hurt less by the time they stopped that night by a stream.
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I have a terrible, dreadful confession to make: as a writer, I don’t read.
Isn’t that horrible? It seems I’ve fallen into the same fate as so many adults, who make excuses and come up with priorities, but who ultimately just don’t read. As a child, as a teenager, even as a young adult, I read voraciously. Not necessarily widely—although I definitely read the classics, my passion was for Star Trek, Star Wars and later Stephen King. Oh, I’ve read countless of those stories, but I haven’t read any Neil Gaiman; I haven’t read any Anne McCaffrey; I haven’t even read … well, I can’t even think of another author.
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