So, while the second book was no where near complete, I hasn’t expected to change so much of it. After drawn out conversation with nik where one thing lead to another, I decided to make a few changes. These changes will start in book one. So my next task is to go back and adjust the details in forgotten guardian. Then continue with my revisions to get book 1 out.
The timer ticks down today. Two days, a handful of hours already gone. I didn’t quite make it over 15%. It’s disappointing to say the least. What does it mean? Did I not give it enough time. Did the fact I have no video hurt me so much. No stretch goals listed? I don’t know. Why post stretch goals if I can’t even break $500? Or is it that truly no one is interested in the story? Is this my love and mine alone?
I find that hard to believe. I have pretty broad tastes, and while I’d never label myself as a hipster, I have always found myself enjoying the things that become trends later on. So did I jump the gun? Is it just that no one is ready for it yet?
We worked out a few details last night for the series. Answered a few questions. They are going to have everything someone could want from a science fiction series. They’ll range from comedy to drama, there’s wars to fight, hearts to win, prophecies to fulfill. There’s love, loyalty and betrayal; not to mention sacrifice. Oh the things we’ll sacrifice for the people we love, or for what’s right.
I will leave this with a clip from the book. Have fun reading:
“What do you mean?” Nathan asked, finally looking up.
“You were at fault Nathan. I can see your passive memories. You saw the man as he was approaching the kid. You were so distracted over what you thought had happened that you missed it entirely. They’re going to claim you’re responsible for that man’s death.” The larger man swallowed hard and straightened.
“You’ll be placed on suspension; you’ll be reassigned to another Apocrisiary. You won’t be allowed to retain an apprentice, and they will probably reassign Aria as well just because she was caught in the middle of this whole thing.” He knew Nathan was aware of all the consequences for his actions.
“I’m sorry I punched you,” Nathan told him helplessly.
“At least you didn’t break my jaw again,” Nicholai said.
“I thought about it,” Nathan admitted. He stared down at the blood splatter on the floor while Nicholai tested his nose; it had finally stopped bleeding. He sat up and looked at his brother, his mind racing.
“I have an idea though. Can you tell a convincing lie?” Nicholai asked.
“To a Tribunal of Daduchos? Not a chance,” Nathan rebuked.
“No, can you be convincing?”
“I’ve played a hand of cards or two,” He gave Nicholai a confused look.
“I may be able to shield you. You tell them what happened, leaving all this out about Aria. When they do the interrogation, all they’ll sense is exactly what you’re saying.”
“What if they put us on separate tribunals? I’ve known that to happen before,” Nathan reminded him. “Why don’t you just alter my memories?” Nicholai forced himself to not noticeably react.
“What are you talking about?”
“Oh come on. I know you can do it. I don’t know how you do it, but you wouldn’t be alive otherwise,” Nathan told him. Nicholai remained quiet once more. “You’ve done it to me before haven’t you?”
“I would much rather just cover what they’ll see. They’re not going to separate us. It’s not that large of a case. Besides, if they found you responsible, Masory would want me present at the ruling for my own reaction.
“I like how you didn’t answer that. I don’t like this… Lying to them could be just as bad for you as picking up a powerstaff. I don’t want to lose you just because I screwed up.” Nathan told him, panic edging into his eyes.
“It’s only lying… if they find out,” Nicholai said, tossing his brother a confident smile.
“What do I do?” Nathan asked.
“You’re going to have to give me permission spend some time up there,” Nicholai said, tapping his own temple. “I have to see the way you think so I can show them what they’ll be expecting.” Nathan nodded as Nicholai got up from his seat and walked over to face his brother.
Son of a dancing troll… I hate you a little bit sometimes. I could resist getting caught up in something like CSI – because I’m sorry the show bores me to tears. But then you had to go and put something on like Supernatural. So you take this formula of two amazingly beautiful men who are snarky and sarcastic and add to it the element of darkness and demons. BLAST YOU!
My qualm with this… is that I have an obsessive personality. I have since I was a child – but I know this. I truly live by the “know thyself” motto and took a good amount of time to do some soul searching. I can usually direct my obsessions into productive projects (such as my books). Every now and then however, something that I consider non productive (like television) will suck me in.
So now – I’m stuck at chapter for revising my book because my mind keeps wandering to what’s going to happen to Sam and Dean next. Again – I hate you a little bit sometimes.
I may be the only author that does this, but I try to mentally cast my characters. I don’t base them off of pre-existing actors, but I try to find someone that fits the part after I already have them created. So of course the coincidence in this, is I had a conversation with Nikki a few months ago about how she thought Jared Padalecki would make a perfect Kaidd. I was torn, because it was just a picture and I had no context. Well as I was searching through faces, I stumble across Jensen Ackles for Kaidd’s cousin. I passed it up only because I recognized the name enough to know it would never happen.
That is when Terry started watching the series and completely unaware of the discussion Nik and already had, started pointing out how both boys could work for my current characters. He traps me during dinner and I start watching the series. I explain to him that they don’t work for Nicholai and Nathan, but they truly would make a perfect Kaidd and Skye. Their chemistry as is per Supernatural is spot on to the way I wrote the boys. Gotta love that collective consciousness.
I’m not taking a hiatus from my book while we burn through the series (we’ll only be just starting series 3 tomorrow)… I just have to find a way to split my focus. Not easy. Not easy at all… I need more time in the day.
Speaking of which… it’s 12:01 and I should really go to bed. Oh – yup. I’m being chased out of my office because the puppy has gas. Dear lord what crawled in your butt and died?!?!?!!!
My puppy has decided she likes chewing on my vegetables. So I had to move everything beyond the gate so she can’t get to them. This provided me with the opportunity to replant a few things and generally clean the whole thing up.
And THEN wouldn’t you know – we get a torrential downpour that I know has ruined a good many of the seedlings I just planted. It was still raining when the dark fell, so I’ll have to check out the damage tomorrow.
So… it’s about 1 AM. I’m usually in bed right now. My kitchen is kind of a mess, but we had fun. Our friend Jenna finally got back from an extremely long hiatus to Europe. One of the perks of working on a cruise line. Lucky so and so. Of course we had to have her over for dinner, to catch up and to play – board games!
So we go for our old stand-by – PANDEMIC. I freaking love this game. We lost, immediately. Like didn’t even get through the 2nd round. Reset quickly and start strategizing. At the absolute last move – we won the game. HOORAY! We saved the world.
Nikki came over today. Of course we didn’t get ANYTHING finished with the books. Not that I actually expected to. When we get together – we never ACTUALLY get anything accomplished. And because company was over – I couldn’t corner her in the car on her drive home. That’s usually the norm. She can’t get distracted by facebook or by stupid online memes.
Well, I think I’m going to turn in. Good night world
So… When I sent my book over to Nikki, I had 168k words. I’m not quite half way through with my revisions and that count has just gone up to 177k. Decent I believe. I wish I could work faster. Mind you, 2k words a night isn’t bad – and it’s not that I can’t TYPE faster, but I’m not just typing. I’m working through exactly how words should sound coming from them. I’m reading over all the material that I wrote previously to make sure that it flows.
After this revision, I’ll be reading it over from the very beginning and checking it myself. Then it goes back to Nikki and then hopefully for proofreading. Once proofreading is done… then I’m set.
So I have technically 7 days left on kickstarter. I’ve made it up to $360, just over 14%. Why is it anything like this always ends up being something of a popularity contest. I can’t expect to get known without having that initial chance.
And what’s with popularity contests to begin with? I always hated those. It’s not that I wasn’t well liked – it’s that I have one of those unrecognizable faces. I am everywoman. I meet random people on the street and they’re mistaking me for this person or that – yet no one actually remembers who I am. It took a friend of ours 6 months to recognize me out of context on the street.
Anyway, I’m calling it a night. Happy Birthday to my dear friend Sam. I’m happy I was able to talk to you today. I don’t talk to you enough and of course that’s partly my fault. I send you loves out into the universe and hope they find you.
Good night everyone.
I swear I don’t have tourettes, I just yell at my animals a lot.
I never said I was politically correct, please don’t expect me to be.