Goals for June 2012:
1: Complete first draft of NEVERLOVE by mid June. Getting pretty close. Nearing The End. Think I might actually sniffle a time or two because this darling has been a joy to write even though I had my panic moment lol!!!
2: Begin revisions of MINGLED. Hope to begin this process this weekend
3: Post 3 blogs a week, at least 3 to 4 during the month for the 2012 Debut Author Challenge. Making waves here. Loved the comments for last week's 2012 DAC review. So got another one for this week.
4: Read 3 books. One down, two to go.
5: Comment to other blogs, at least 20 to 25 a week. I usually get this done in no time flat but I will have to spread this out during the week and make the most of every moment I can.
NEVERLOVE - What can I say about the process of birthing this novel? It has been a little fun, a little panicking and lot of learning:
- I can panic but it doesn't have to mean the end of my writing world.
- A good read is good food for thought when you need a short break from writing.
- The voices in my head can be quite distinct sometimes...especially the villain.
Now that I've mentioned the word 'villain', here's a snippet of Basil, freshly dead and transported to hell by soul weavers, having a face to face with our villain, Drakar.
“Soul weavers,” the voice chuckled, now closer to Basil. “Can’t live with them and can’t die without them.”
Basil forced his gaze up. He was certain he was wrong…had to be. Before him stood a wretched creature, pale, translucent skin pulled taut across thin muscles, bluish veins and bones. The rib cage pushed out prominent above a lower torso void of any life giving organs. This portion concaved, forming a bowl-shape of skin, muscle and bone connecting to a hip bone that poked out like pointy blades. Pasty wings stretched wide from its back, the tips sharp as needlepoints, catching the glimmer of firelight. Tiny veins etched through milky membranes webbing the slender wing bones together.
As Basil stared, the creature flexed its wings then brought them forward, cocooning itself from bald head to long-taloned claws, pressing the wings closer, tighter, until another layer of skin sprang up to course over its being. This skin crackled as it shaped, molded and transformed the winged beast into a not-so-pale naked human that Basil thought was a friend. If he had a heart, it would have galloped out of his chest at the sight of Drakar.
So, how's everyone doing with their goals? What stage are you in if you're birthing a novel? Perhaps a good book you'd like to mention?