There’s a little of both today. A finished thing, and some things in progress.
John Zebedee and the Heir of Elfland (formerly Echoes of Light, formerly John Zebedee and the Elf-King’s Son) is DONE.
Sort of.
John and Ethriel have sort of moved into my skull, and there’s more to their story. So there will be a series of John Zebedee novella-length paranormal westerns set in the 1870s. Not sure yet how many novellas there will be — I need to work that out. That’s one of my things in progress.
While that’s percolating, I’m working on Wings of Air. It’s going to be a long one, I can already tell. I’m nearly a third of the way to my projected wordcount, and the first major plot movement hasn’t happened yet. It’s coming, but so far there’s been a lot of little movement and a lot of character development that I didn’t realize needed to be done first.
Also in the back of my brain is The Sea Prince — something that I started a while back, stopped, started again, and stopped again. I’m going to attempt to restart it. Again. Which might require a scalpel. Or a machete. We’ll see.
There are other things currently wandering around the dark recesses of my creative mind: the series plan for the Flesh and Blood books (which may stay on hold until I sell Blood Bound.) The second White Raven book (also on hold, until I sell the first one.) It’s never really quiet in there. Always someone yelling for me to tell their story.
And in other, writer-but-not-writing-related news, I’ve declared my candidacy for the RWA National Board elections for the upcoming year. Yes, I’m running again. No, I have not lost my mind. Well, not much. I just want to see the work we’ve started continue. The best way to do that is to keep doing that.
Not much else going on in my wide, weird world. My son was fitted for his first pair of glasses today (so he joins the rest of the spectacular family — the only immediate relative he has who doesn’t wear glasses is his six-year-old cousin). We’re holding on and staying in, and watching Florida go ever more insane — today the Governor redefined how to count occupied ICU beds — instead of all ICU patients, they’re just supposed to count the ones who need intensive care.
Ummm… Doctor Bashir, help me out here?
Nope, doesn’t make sense to Julian either.
Needless to say, we’re staying in.
Here’s hoping the world makes more sense in your neck of the woods. Stay safe, all.
