This is the first chapter of my W.I.P. It is unedited and raw and I offer it up for any comment. It takes place in the secretive Han province in the fantasy world of Eirie. Prue Batten © 2010
Some days are meant to be good.
Woke this morning with a blooded eye, wondering why I chose to punch myself in my sleep. This later developed to a migraine . . . I have no pain, no nausea, just visual disturbance . . . split images, venetian blind effects, sometimes barely any vision at all. But half an hour later, with some treatment, it was all gone and I was able to sit at the computer and read emails, blogs and even do some writing. The blogs, chiefly Nathan Bransford’s (www.nathanbransford.com) of the last three days were damned good reading giving a succinct rundown of the most recent Amazon/Macmillan problems, also a fabulous blog on the future of the e-book, digital publishing and self-publishing which I found fascinating, especially the comments from readers. I experienced some sort of vindication for flying with the independent YWO.com with my first two novels. Mr. Bransford implied that those outside the maintream, who have had to pedal harder under water (my words), may, together with a knock your socks off ms, have the edge in this e-book battle and may indeed make an impression with the mainstream publishers. I really loved this because an agent last year basically called me out over my decision to POD with YWO.com My confidence took a hell of a hiding, despite the fact that the year has been exciting, inspiring, full of growth in both writing and marketing.
‘When I’m not writing or tweaking my computer, I do embroidery.’ This remarkably apt quote for my life comes from Lynn Abbey, fantasy writer. I was googling quotes today and this is the one that popped up in respect of embroidery and I figured the Fates had conspired to entice me to write on my stitching.
So here we go into the next phase of the trailer production. How do the major movie producers do it? The image that I have in my head is Academy quality, but of course the reality is a whole other thing. I’ve no idea what I’m doing and can’t wait to get what I’ve done so far to my brother so that he can do the AVID thing.
Have worked so hard this afternoon and shall work into the night. Up to p.223. Quite pleased but looking forward to reading hard copy . . . the sensation of a real book . . . with a red pen. Sometimes the screen just defeats me. Late this afternoon, an urge came across me for cupcakes and I wished I’d had the time to bake my favourite coffee ones. So to fill the churning need for such sweet little bundles of delight I found a blog, http://cupcakevillains.wordpress.com . . . food to die for surely. Thus http://www.cupcakevillains.wordpress.com has entered my blogroll. Just look at these White Russian cupcakes . . . could they be more edible?
Yesterday, I flew through the first 37,000 words, in 8 hours of editing. Finnian had entered the souks of Fahsi and was being seduced by the offerings, not the least of which were the hashish and opium dens. Oh, said self, this is all going so well, I’ll be on the beach in no time.