Ahhh. The sweet smell of victory with finishing my first draft. And this one was a long time in the making, especially since I scrapped my last novel that strayed too far from the realm of fantasy.
Just to whet your appetite, here is the first paragraph of the first draft of the first novel (whew - what a lot of firsts!):
The Fog Isle lay smothered beneath a fog so dense it devoured everything. For weeks each year, neighbors became phantoms, swallowed whole by the pearled gloom. Tonight, as the clock tower tolled midnight, the village exhaled in unison—a symphony of snores and the plink-plink of fog-drip pooling into glass jars. Yet beneath the quiet hum of routine, a ragged rhythm pulsed: the scrape of boots on cobblestone, the rasp of a rope tether trembling in a drunkard’s grip. Without it, he would have lost his way, unable to see his own hands.
What’s next?
I start writing the second novel tomorrow, allowing for the remaining plot pieces to fall where they will. When I’m not drumming away on the keyboard for that, I’ll be editing the first novel, ensuring all the pieces make sense and there aren’t any characters with magically color-changing hair — those that are supposed to have only one type of hair color that is…
Anything new?
Spring has snuck up, and the last snow of the season decided it would rather not visit. With the warming weather, I spent the weekend hiking, enjoying the new vegetation in the Rocky Mountains, and prepping the garden and flowerbeds. Time to get out and enjoy the wonderful weather!
And oh my, how the kitten has grown! This little feline of cuddles is almost a year old and still joins me for a snooze whenever I can escape long enough to write on my couch.