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Just popping in to say hi, hope you all are having a great weekend and to say that I have almost hit the 13k mark on my novel! Have a prologue even and am making some adjustments to my first chapter thanks to some amazing feedback from fellow writers/coach. So things are trucking along good, breakthroughs are happening, and the story is coming to life one scene at a time!
142 words tonight.
Doesn’t seem like a lot to some, but being as it’s an outline to help me set up/flesh out the world of Vaedrathan as I know it right now, it is a lot. Plus, it got typed into my app on my phone, then hand-written into a notebook, then typed into Google docs.
Pretty excited as I know more about this world than my other ones, so that definitely tells me that this is THE book. Can’t wait to really dive into it when Fiction Expedition starts with the AMAZING FANTASTICAL Head Unicorn Debbie Burns !!!
So the last couple of days has been frustrating but interesting and exciting for me. My MC (Main character) has been very silent as of late but my villain has not. I started wondering who is my MC out of the two.
I just went through a webinar called Jump Start Your Novel with the phenomenal Debbie Burns and she gave us a story structure to help us outline our story. After looking over it, I decided that how I had my beginning would not fit in this story structure and got VERY stressed and frustrated. However, thanks to a lot of discussing various ideas, story plot, etc with my hubby and writing tribe, I ~think~ we have figured out how to fix things and I am working on get my beginning situated right to hook you readers. SO YAY ME!
Also, you notice I said ‘tribe’ and ‘we’. Something a lot of people do not know/understand. Not all writers write alone. A lot of us are realizing that having a tribe (support, accountability people, writing coaches, beta readers, etc) is a GOOD thing for us writers. Writers forget to eat.. forget to do self-care…and have bad days where they just want to throw the computer/notebook/etc out the window and give up. Having a tried & true tribe to ‘lean into’, as Debbie puts it, helps keep those bad thoughts away, keeps us writing, and helps us remember to take care of US on those dark days or just when we get so wrapped up in writing we forget to eat.
I appreciate every person that has helped me on my journey. First and foremost my amazing husband Greywolfe. Without him, I don’t know what I would do and I sure wouldn’t be writing. I love you baby!!
Thank you to my sisters Kelly, Tammy, Terra, Patti, and Amber for all their help, their support, and putting up with my frustrations and bouncing around stories.
Thanks A TON to Ginger for helping me learn how to manage my stress better and just being an awesome friend to boot!
I can’t even say how grateful I am to Debbie Burns, the awesome amazing fan-dam-tastic writing coach and Queen Unicorn of Creative Central. This woman has seriously turned my writing all around and on its head. She has been so damn supportive, she is fun, she is loving and most of all she is SO DANG knowledgeable. She teaches us all how to handle our writing in ways that are much easier to understand and deal with than most books. She has built a wonderful group *Creative Central on FB — for women writers — only come join!* that has the most supportive group of women I have ever seen. She also runs this unbelievable, incredible, and informative course called Fiction Expedition. Y’all… this thing is THE SHIZNIT…I am NOT lying or exaggerating here. I was in her alpha group and will be in her beta group as well being as its much longer and a lot more content than the last which makes me so excited I can’t even begin to tell you! LOL!
And of course, last but not least, my family and friends that have pushed and supported and asked for more. You all supporting and enjoying my writing means more to me than y’all will EVER know. I just hope that when my book comes out that I don’t disappoint you!.
Love all of you and I’ll be back with more news about my novel, with a proper title finally soon!
Lily was in the council room looking over some papers when she heard the door open. She turned to see who it was and raised an eyebrow when she saw it was her father, mother, and the 3 of the other elders.
“Uhhh… is everything okay? What’s with the group entrance?”
Her father came to her and gathered her up out of her chair, holding her tight to him. Her mother walked over and stood close by, looking haggard and like she had been crying. Lily looks up at her parents, her eyes widening in fear, and peered over her father’s shoulder searching for her great-grandmother.
“Is it great mother? Has something happened to her!?”
“No, Great Mother is as fine as she can be right now. My Starflower…my sweet daughter,” her father begins, his voice catching as he tries to break the news. “I am so sorry but…” he chokes, tears running down his face, “Dmi….Dmitrie has been found…..he’s been found dead.” The last word is whispered as if saying it quietly would make it not true.
Lily shoves her father off of her and stares at him. “What!? NO….nononononono..” She starts pacing in a circle, kicks her chair, and using her arms shoves all the papers that had been on her desk off of it, a feral scream emitting from her throat. She takes her chair and throws it across the room, just barely missing the guard standing near the doors. Her father and mother both grab hold of her and hold her tight to them. Lily fights them, screaming and wailing at the loss of her best friend. She beats on her father’s chest, shouting a stream of no, until she tires herself out. Once she has quieted down to just whimpers, her father and mother carefully bring her to the floor, both holding her close, trying to comfort her as best as they can.
“How?” She whispers.
“One of my rangers found him near the border of Galna Alari and the road leading to Twilight Province.” Elder Pavaris states, his voice barely a whisper. “I am so sorry, my Queen. I don’t even understand why he would have been there.”
She takes a couple of deep breaths and looks up at the elders who, after she had been subdued, had moved closer to them in the case they were needed.
“Lord Pavaris….Lord Anafiel.”
“My Queen,” they said in unison.
“I want you to do whatever it takes and hunt down the creature that did this. And I mean whatever it takes. You WILL bring this ….whoever/whatever it is…to me once you find them.” She gently pushes her parents away and wobbles a bit as she stands and looks at the people she trusts most in front of her.
“This will NOT go unpunished. This will NOT be like when my grandmother died. It will NOT go unsolved. We WILL turn this city upside down to find out what happened. Dmitrie…” her voice cracks as she says his name and then shakes her head and does her best to settle herself. <She is Queen after all> she thinks to herself.
Out loud she whispers, “Dmitrie did not deserve whatever was done to him. Please handle him like you would handle me and bring him to the Sacred Throne once you ….” she starts to cry again, her voice breaking as she thinks about what they will be doing over the next few days. She swallows and tries again. “Once you are done …preparing him.”
The elders all nod solemnly. “Who is attending to Lord Pettoris and his family?”
“That is why Great-Mother is not here, my Queen.” This from Khilseith, who until now had been very quiet.
Lily nods, sniffling and doing her best to try and get herself back under control. “I need you all to do what you can to find this miscreant. Including you Lord Olastra. I need you to help Kyrenic through this and utilize all the magic you have to deal with this situation.”
Khilseith nods. “As you wish, my Queen.”
Lily turns to everyone. “Now everyone but my parents, leave and do as I asked. And,” she pauses. her eyes a swirling mass of dark green and goldenrod, whispers, ” thank you.”
Lily and Dmitrie stood behind the doors waiting to be announced. Lily’s left arm, settled lightly on top of his right, trembled making the lace from her sleeve cause slight goose bumps to appear on his alabaster skin. He patted her hand and smiled at her.
“It will be okay your Majesty,” He whispered.
She turned slightly to look at him and gave him a weak smile in return. She felt like her whole body was one big tangled knot. It had been officially announced the day before that she, the Queen, had returned and a great ball was immediately planned for the next night. So here she stood with her best friend and personal assistant, about to walk into a room with all of the high society families of Galna Alari. Some of these people she hadn’t seen since she was a youngling, others she had never met.
They heard the music start in the next room and the guards started to open doors. Lily swallowed hard. It was loud enough that Dmitrie looked at her sideways and the guard standing there raised an eyebrow. She plastered a smile on her face and nodded.
As they entered the ballroom, other than the music playing, it was completely quiet. Lily looked around at everyone, smiling as she made one foot go in front of the other, her heart racing all the while. At the first smile from her, the entire place erupted into cheers. Dmitrie led her down the aisle through the throngs of aristocrats, smiling at everyone, and doing his best to keep Lily steady. Once through all the well-dressed elves, he helped her up to the dais where Great-Mother Talinia, Lady Talia, and Elder Theren Mordov stood waiting for her. Dmitrie took his place next to her. The room fell silent once more and Elder Mordov stepped forward. Using a bit of magic, his voice propelled across the room so that even those on the other side could hear him.
“Ladies and gentle-elves, I want to introduce you to your Queen, Her Majesty Queen Liliana Mordov.” The room erupts once more into cheers. He lets it go on for a moment or two then waves his hand for silence and steps back and motions for Lily to say something.
She swallows hard again and steps forward. Cold sweat drips down her back and she flexed her fingers, doing her best to not wipe her clammy hands on her stunning forest green gown. Her cheeks flushed a deep crimson and her hazel eyes appeared damp and overly bright. She took a deep breath, let it out slowly, and then spoke to the waiting crowd. Thankfully her father had left the magic going for as quiet as she spoke, only Dmitrie would have heard her next words.
“Um…hi. I ….umm,” she fidgets with the ring her mother had given her when she had arrived a few days before. She takes another deep breath. “Thank…umm..thank you for such a be….beautiful welcome. I….I uhhh…”She clears her throat. “I’ll try to do my best as your queen. Thank you. Enjoy the ball.”
She steps back and does her best to smile at the stunned faces in front of her.
Elder Mordov steps back up and gives everyone a big smile.
“You will have to forgive our queen. This is still an adjustment but I assure you, she will adapt and she will lead us back to the greatness and close knit city we once were!”
The elves erupt into cheers and shouts of encouragement and love to Lily were heard here and there. Theren turns to his daughter and bows. He turns around, flicks his hand and the music starts up once more. “Now everyone enjoy the ball and make this a ball we will never forget!”
Khilseith was sitting in his mage tower pouring over some of the ancient texts, looking for more information about the Great Owl Throne. His work area has shelves full of books, potions, empty vials, and rows of scrolls full of magick spells.
A soft knock on his door makes him slam the book closed and bark, “Who disturbs me?”
The door pushes open slowly and the dirty blonde head of his wife’s nephew appears.
“I am so sorry Uncle Khilseith but you said you wanted me to stop by today when I was done with my schooling.” The young boy comes in fully, his head bowed as he answers the older mage.
“Kyrenic! My boy! Yes yes. Come come. Forgive me, time got away from me while I was studying these texts.” He waves Kyrenic in farther and puts his arm around his shoulder.
Kyrenic looks up at his uncle, his deep emerald eyes sparkling in admiration. He had been living with Khilseith and Glynni since he was a youngling when his parents were killed during a battle with the dark elves. Khilseith wasn’t too keen with him at first, but once he realized that Kyrenic had magick ability, his whole attitude changed. Now Kyrenic was allowed to come to Khilseith’s tower, he was able to read through some of the old texts with Khilseith keeping an eye on him of course, and he was even allowed to practice his spells on Khilseith’s servant.
“What are we going to do today Uncle?”
By his tone, Khilseith could tell the boy was excited. He turned and looked down on his nephew. The youngling would be perfect for his future plans. He was very intelligent and was becoming a great mage, even at his young age.
“Well Kyrenic. I wanted to ask you if you would like to become my assistant full time. You have…”
“Really Uncle! Are you serious?” Kyrenic’s eyes widen and shine a bright harlequin green at the prospect of being assistant to, as far as he was concerned, the strongest mage in Galna Alari. His hands fly up to his mouth as his lips form a surprised O as he realizes he interrupted Khilseith. “I…I am so sorry Uncle. Please forgive my enthusiasm. I am just so honored!” He bows his head to Khilseith.
Khilseith takes a deep breath, his right index fingernail scratching the side of his right thumb, to remind himself to not lose his temper, not in front of the one person whose trust he was gaining rapidly.
Using one fingernail, he lifts Kyrenic’s chin so that he’s looking right at him. His blue eyes swirl like an ice storm, just for an instant, then in a blink, they are like a bright blue sky and he gives Kyrenic a grin.
“It is alright Kyrenic. It is not everyday someone gets to assist someone as marvelous as myself. But as I was saying,” he pauses a moment and turns to the table, waving his hand slightly, then reaches into the small gilded chest that suddenly appears. “You have grown so much magickally and I am so glad I have been able to help you with that and to witness it.”
Turning to Kyrenic, he holds out a silver ring with runes engraved around it. “Here. If you accept my offer to be my assistant, place this ring upon your left index finger and swear your fealty to me and ONLY to me. You do this, and I will take care of you and make you powerful beyond your dreams.” He gets a smirk on his face, knowing once that ring was on, Kyrenic would do anything for him, one way or another.
Kyrenic leans forward to look at the ring, hypnotized by the beauty of it. He looks up at Khilseith, his eyebrows raised in surprise, his eyes wide in excitement as he nods emphatically. He licks his lips nervously, and his whole body takes on a soft golden glow as he reaches out to take the ring. All he’s ever wanted was to find a place where he belonged after his parents died, and Khilseith had given him that place.
“I swear allegiance to you Uncle Khilseith. I shall do all you ask of me,” he puts the ring on his finger and a blast of magick encompasses Kyrenic’s body for a moment, surrounding him in a soft red mist, then dissipates as it seeps into his skin, mixing with Kyrenic’s magickal essence. He swallows hard as he adjusts to the new power within him. “And I shall follow you to the death if need be.” He falls to one knee in front of Khilseith, bowing his head.
Khilseith places one well-manicured hand on Kyrenic’s head. “Good. That is what I wanted to hear. Now get up and let us get you some different clothes, we have a lot of work to do and I won’t have my apprentice walking around looking like he’s some commoner.”