Okay so I’ve been making some very slow progress with the revision of my novel here. I’ve discussed somewhat on my personal blog in this post. Continue reading “Self Assessment of the Revision Process”
Okay so now it’s the 1st of January and I haven’t looked at Surge of the Soul Eater for an entire month. I have done other things and written unrelated short stories elsewhere. Today I returned to the NaNoWriMo site to take the pledge to revise my novel during January and February.
I’m a little frustrated that they don’t have anything up yet for this year’s “Now What?” Months page but they at least have an archive link for previous years. I suppose I need to cut them some slack given that it is only the first day of the year but they’ve only been hovering the link to this page on my dashboard since the end of November so it feels anti-climatic to have January arrive and find nothing new on the page.
I did browse through the archive and found this helpful article on revision that I think I will be using for my first revision.
I actually did it. I got myself all the way to the end of my story WITHOUT giving up and starting over from scratch. Not the 60k words I originally planned but the NaNo site validated the draft at 51,328 words total. I’ll take it and run. It’s plenty enough to work with for a rough skeleton. Now the real work begins, but for now I’m going to sit back and savor the moment…
You know those cigarillos Thomas had in my book? Yeah… I have those with me tonight. And yes I’m totally going to smoke one. Don’t shoot me.
Thomas fired his gun three times yet he missed with every shot. Peccant didn’t appear to dodge. He didn’t appear to be moving very fast at all. Yet his backhand swing connected unexpectedly to Thomas’ face which sent him sprawling to the floor. Thomas scrambled to his feet and ran for cover in the back behind the pews. How did that man move so fast? He hurled himself around the back pillar hoping to come around for another round of shots only to discover Rue waiting for him. Continue reading “Surge of the Soul Eater – Episode 20”
Exhaustion threatened to consume Thomas as he tried to shift the weight of the beams off of him. One wrong move and the whole mess would crush him. It was the worst game of pick up sticks he ever played. Dirt, debris, and cobwebs sprinkled down in his face as he inched another beam aside. Finally a wider swath of light broke through, gifting him with fresher air. Continue reading “Surge of the Soul Eater – Episode 19”
“I have sand in places I don’t even want to think about,” Rhae said. Continue reading “Surge of the Soul Eater – Episode 18”
At this point they were stuck against what was left of the wall between the parlor and the kitchen. The moon loomed over them in the clear bright sky. Thomas scanned the wreckage of Galen’s old shop around them. The scant shadows offered little cover for them to duck into if they chose to run. Ryker’s scuffed shoes crunched through the rubble as he took a few unsteady steps closer to them. His gun continued to point in their direction. Continue reading “Surge of the Soul Eater – Episode 17”
Thomas stood in the center of the office and scanned the room. Daemon’s letter said to look for where the Hall of Sorrows hangs. His heart grew heavy as he noted how empty the room felt with the loss of the vases and paintings. Well, save the one painting. The appraisers didn’t see the painting behind the drapes and Daemon didn’t instruct him to remove the concealing runes from it. They didn’t see the painting at all. They only saw a blank wall. Thomas walked over to the painting and carefully lifted it from its mountings. Continue reading “Surge of the Soul Eater – Episode 16”
It’s strange. I did outline this. I did plan for unveiling some historical context for Thomas with the intent to ramp things up toward the climax. Trouble was I didn’t plan for who or how much exactly so in came the lawyer friend that got mentioned in the beginning of the book but never showed up. Continue reading “Reflecting on the Process”
Four men, two from the front and two from the side sliding door, wearing matching denim overalls and leather work boots got out of the van. Two of these men assisted another man, dressed in a stark black suit, out of the van. He wore a black wool overcoat with a white silk scarf draping his broad shoulders and leaned heavily upon his walking cane despite appearing young. Even as he leaned on the cane, he towered over the four men. A pair of wire rimmed glasses with dark lens hid his eyes. His raven black hair was pulled tightly back at the nape of his neck. Discomfort paled his otherwise olive skin. Continue reading “Surge of the Soul Eater – Episode 15”