#WIPpet Wednesday –

Before I go any further, I want to apologise for not being a good WIPpeteer and visiting many of you last week. I had a super productive weekend, and usually productive weekends include visiting WIPpets, but this week it was more devoted to cleaning up the spare room so one can actually sit on the sofa in there.

amcfbannerSecondly, I wanted to say how chuffed I felt after reading all your comments about how you love Cait and Felipe and could never get sick of them. Because sometimes when I’m writing WIPpet posts, I feel like I’ve been posting from their story forever and that you’re all thinking, “Just publish the thing already!” Which you may be thinking anyway, but in a more positive way. 😀 Well, good news there, I finished my final round of edits last night!!! Now I just need to format it, and get back to the wonderful Kathi regarding a cover – as well as possibly splurge on some stock photos next payday – and then…! It’s not quite the August release date I had in mind, but you know, I’m really more interested in the fact that I will have published a book rather than exactly when it happens.

Speaking of that, though, would anyone who beta read a previous draft be willing to read over a particular scene and give me some comments in light of the edits Edy made on it? Because there was one part where he was saying that Cait really needed to respond in a certain way, and I was like, “… but how?” I couldn’t really figure out what she might say to give this reaction. And to me, it’s fine as it is, so I just wanted a few other opinions on it. I say people who have read a previous draft because it’s a fairly major scene so a) context will help and b) it’s also fairly spoilery.

Since I’ve been focusing on edits this week and haven’t written anything new, I’ll stick to AMCF for WIPpet Wednesday this week. This scene is early on, during the festival that’s taking place when all the visiting royals are there to find Felipe an appropriate wife. Cait and her sister Ginny have been hanging out with Ava, Guy and Bridget (Guy’s the one Cait fancies, Ava’s her best friend and Bridget is Ginny’s age). My WIPpet math was going to be 1+7 (the date) = 8 paragraphs, except I didn’t actually count properly, and it’s really only five… so… 1+4 (from 2014) = 5 will do.

It was when they were considering what to purchase for lunch that Ava and Cait ended up separated from Guy and their sisters. Ava and Cait were inspecting the options from a man selling noodle dishes, but when they turned around, Guy, Bridget and Ginny seemed to have been completely swallowed up by the crowd.

“They were just over there!” exclaimed Ava, pointing to the stall where the other three had been looking at food. “Where could they possibly have gone?”

“It’s all right,” said Cait, briefly trying to figure out a way to balance her plate of food in one hand so she could put the other on Ava’s shoulder. She gave up on that idea and instead simply said, “I’m sure they’ll be fine. Maybe they couldn’t see us through the crowd and thought we’d wandered off. Guy will look after them. And they know where to meet us at the end of the night, so they’ll find us there if not before. Come on, let’s go and find somewhere to sit and eat.”

There was an area with tables set aside nearby. As it was the middle of the day, it was crowded, but Ava and Cait timed their arrival to snap up a table just as a husband and wife vacated it. Cait wanted to savour her meal – the noodles and vegetables had been cooked in a spicy sauce she’d never tasted before and she wanted to make it last – but she and Ava agreed they should eat as quickly as possible to free up the table again. After Cait assured Ava a second time that Ginny and Bridget would be fine, they decided to go and wander some more of the attractions.

Truth be told, Cait was actually worried about Ginny, and hoped she was still with Guy. There was little chance of them running into the others in these crowds, though, so she was hoping for the best. Before they had parted ways with their parents, they had arranged a meeting spot for the end of the day’s festivities so they were certain of all making it home together. Cait simply crossed her fingers in hope that everyone would be reunited when the time came and there would be nothing to worry about.

To join in on WIPpet Wednesday, simply post an excerpt from your current WIP that somehow relates to the date, and then link it with the rest of us here. Thanks to K. L. Schwengel for hosting. 🙂 I’m going to head off now because it’s 9:30 and while I usually don’t go to bed til at least 10 or 10:30, I’ve had a long day of First Aid Refresher Training, so my brain is a bit fried. I did get 100% on the test at the end, so it’s likely I can keep people alive until paramedics arrive, which is comforting. Anyway. I was going.

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#WIPpet Wednesday –

row80-2So I did a thing on Sunday night. I deleted my July 2014 Camp NaNoWriMo story from the site (obviously I kept the words). There is so much about the story that I need to figure out before I can continue with it, and I would rather not write waffle for three weeks and then fix it. I would prefer to research it and plan it properly, and then sit down to write it, knowing exactly what I am doing.

With that in mind, I’m returning to my old ROW80 goal of working on WIPs in theory for one hour, two nights a week. Sometimes it ends up being more than that on several nights a week, sometimes it’s four half-hour periods over the week, sometimes it’s something else… I don’t really mind as long as I feel I’m doing some solid work each week.

I was on the info desk at work yesterday morning, but everyone seemed to pretty much know what they were doing, so I brainstormed a few things that need considering for Unicorn Love (the title of which is likely to change now that the story has, but I’ll keep referring to it as that until I come up with a replacement) and I actually ended up with something resembling a plan. Well, the first part of a plan. There are still some aspects I need to work out. But yay, plan!

In other writing-related news, I’ve finally got Edy proofreading A More Complicated Fairytale for me! Okay, so he’s only done three pages so far, but he’s being very ruthless (I was a little horrified at first by the amount of red on page 2), so I’m rolling with that. I shall continue to be a naggy girlfriend of the “Oh, you’re beading? You could read some more. Oh, you’re knitting a beanie? Why don’t you read another chapter?” variety [yes, he does both these things], until it’s finished, but at least a start has been made. He tells me that as he is not working Friday, he will do a blitz then.

wednesdaybannerI think that’s about it for a ROW80 check-in, so onto WIPpet Wednesday. You may remember the square-jawed lad mentioned in last week’s excerpt. He and Lexie, my MC, well, neither of them will admit any feelings for the other, so there’s that, but they are also the two oldest in a group of street urchins living on Sydney’s streets in the 1890s. When David is arrested after an alleged robbery, Lexie lies to save herself from also getting in trouble, and David ends up with a prison sentence. (This will probably change slightly, as in my new plan, she’s not actually at the trial and he’s pissed at her for other reasons, but this is what I have written for now).

In this scene, she’s sneaked into the police station where he’s being held overnight (the desk sergeant is old and drunk and thus asleep) to apologise for not being there for him.

Her eyes were beginning to adjust to the dim light but she still grasped the handrail and took her time on the stairs. There was no use ending up with broken bones from a nasty fall. That would help no one.

She reached the cells, and cast the lamp light over the nearest couple. They were empty.

“Who’s there?” David’s voice came to Lexie from the third cell down.

“It’s me,” she said, walking the rest of the way.

David was standing up in the middle of the cell, about a foot away from the door.

“Oh,” he said, and Lexie stopped when she heard the disappointment in his voice. “Come to get your knife back, then?”

“My what?”

“The one you stabbed in my back.”

“What was I supposed to say? ‘Oh, yes, your Honour, I was there, I was his accomplice?

“You could have thought of something that helped me as well as you!”

Poor Davey… If it makes you feel better, she’s going to attempt to change the course of history so you don’t end up in prison for six months…? Aphrodite is still hanging about in the new version of the story, though I’ve switched to calling her Venus, because for some reason in my head, Aphrodite = vain and vacuous but Venus = glamorous and elegant, and that’s what I need now.

Anyways, this post has taken me way too long to type. I’m going to head off now, finish my glass of Baileys and try to have an early night. If you would like to join in on WIPpet Wednesday, post an excerpt from your WIP that somehow relates to the date (today mine was 16 sentences for the 16th) and then link up with us here. Thanks to K. L. Schwengel for hosting. ROW80 (the writing challenge that knows you have a life) is the brainchild of Kait Nolan and you can read more about, and link up with fellow paricipants, here.

Goodnight!

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#WIPpet Wednesday – Sunshine and artworks

A quick FYI first off: I’ll probably disappear from the blog next week, as I have rehearsals  for The Crucible Sunday afternoon and then every night except Tuesday and I am going to be pooped. If I’m on the ball this week, I’ll schedule some posts in advance, but I won’t be around much for comments, most likely.  We are performing on the 24th and 25th, which is far too close for comfort and I’m absolutely terrified (I usually have to be forced to eat on opening days because I’m so nervous, and that’s just when I’m doing fun musicals; this is the first time I’ve ever done serious drama), but all being well, everything will go smoothly for here on in and we’ll be fine.

Anyway, onto more interesting things, remember how a while ago I said that I had commissioned my artist friend to do an illustration for A More Complicated Fairytale? I picked it up on Friday afternoon, and I have to admit, I squealed a bit when I pulled it out of the folder the first time. This is Cait and Felipe at the end of their more complicated fairytale. 😀 (Admittedly the quality is not amazing because it’s too big for my scanner, so I had to take a photo with my phone. But I think you get the idea.) Frankie said she was worried that Felipe’s crown was wonky, but I think it adds to his charm. And I like to think Cait’s about to fix it for him. My favourite part is that floppy bit of Felipe’s hair.

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Illustration by the very amazing Frankie Sunflower.

For WIPPet Wednesday this week, I’m giving you 70 words (14×5 for the 14th of May) from AMCF. Cait got knocked out at the end of the previous chapter, and then there was a bit from Felipe’s POV, and this is when it switches back to Cait as she comes to.

Cait felt the sunshine on her face before she opened her eyes. She was lying in a bed far more comfortable than the one she had been used to for the past several months and her head was nestled in a plump pillow. When she opened her eyes she saw that she was in a big room with a tall ceiling and glass doors that opened out onto a spacious courtyard.

If you would like to join in on WIPPet Wendesday, please do! Post an excerpt from your WIP that somehow correlates to the date and then join us at the linky here. Many thanks to K. L. Schwengel for hosting. I must dash, shall see you all soon!

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#WIPpet Wednesday – Promise me. (#ROW80 also)

row80-2After finishing my edits on A More Complicated Fairytale over Easter, I then proceeded to be lazy for a fortnight and do nothing. I resolved, however, that this week I would get back on track with things. I had Crucible rehearsal on Monday night (only 8 rehearsals left now – eeeek!) so that really only left last night. Even though it had only been a couple of weeks, my discipline had all but disappeared, so I just aimed for 500 words, and in about two hours I ended up with 611. I actually had a rough version of the scene I was trying to write saved in Evernote; I wrote it back in November. Guy as a character appeared in my head when I was wandering the Egyptian galleries at the British Museum and had an entirely unnecessary Irish accent in my mind, which I blame on the fact that I had seen the musical Once the day before and it’s set in a bar in Dublin.

(Semi-related side-note: I just looked up the Wikipedia article for Once to check which city it was set in, and have learned that the main guy is now being played by Arthur Darvill, who some people might remember as Rory in Doctor Who. Why was he not in it when I saw it?! Not that the guy I saw was anything short of amazing, I was verging on some serious ugly-crying by the end, but…!)

Sorry, anyway, as I was saying, I had a rough draft of this scene, and it’s mostly still rough, but at least I got the words down. With luck, I will work on some more tonight.

Today is also Wednesday, which means I also need to post a WIPpet. No tricky maths for me today, just seven short paragraph for the seventh day of the month (related: how is it even May already?). In this scene, Cait is saying goodbye to Guy before he leaves for war, and he finally has the guts to ask her out. Well, sort of. For the future.

amcfbanner“All right, when I come back, would you consider… I don’t know, accompanying me to a dance or to dinner some time?”

Cait’s shoulders had tensed as Guy began the question, but relief swept over her as he finished it. She laughed, a wide smile crossing her face. “I thought we were going to reach a point where I would have to ask you that.”

Guy’s relief was also obvious, and he laughed, too. “Well, why didn’t you? It would have made it so much easier for me.”

Cait absently reached up to straighten his collar. “Well, you did fine in the end. I must go, my parents will be waiting. Promise me you’ll stay safe.”

“I will.”

“No unnecessary rushing into battle.”

“I’ll do my best.”

To join in on WIPpet Wednesday, just post an excerpt of your current WIP that somehow correlates to the date, and then join us at the link over here. Many thanks to our fearless leader, K. L. Schwengel, for hosting. A Round of Words in 80 Days (ROW80) is hosted by Kait Nolan and you can find out more here. I’m going to head off now and get a start on Friday’s blog post, since I have rehearsal again tomorrow night and usually like to have Friday posts up in the morning. Catch y’all later! 🙂

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#ROW80 Update: FINISHED!

Where my writer friends and I stayed Friday/Saturday.

Okay, it’s 9:30pm and I am only just starting this post, so it’s not going to be long. I did almost just not bother posting at all, but I did want to share my main bit of news.

So remember how my goal for this round was to edit two chapters of AMCF per week and finish said edits around the end of May? And remember how I was about halfway through the first of two chapters last week, but I was going on a trip with my writing group and figured I would make up the rest of the goal by the end of Saturday?

Not only did I make up the rest of the goal, but I finished the edits completely! Sure, there are still one or two scenes that I need to insert in places, but overall, it’s done! 😀 I’ve basically let myself have this week off in celebration (also, two days of intense edits has put me not in the mood for a bit), but I’ll get back to it soon. There’s still plenty of work to be done on the non-writing aspects, but this does put me about a month ahead of schedule, which is pretty awesome.

YAY!

In other news, today being Wednesday also calls for a WIPpet. Today is the 23rd, and 2 + 3 = 5, so here are five lines. They are actually from a more fleshed out version of this scene from a few weeks ago. Cait is giving Felipe a good-natured telling off for tempting her with the hedge maze.

“I’m sure it would be too much to expect you to feel apologetic for getting me into this mess?” Cait asked as she rose to meet them.

The prince’s eyes widened in exaggerated innocence. “Me?”

Cait shook her head, her lips quirking in the beginnings of a smile. She moved closer to the prince and jabbed a finger in his chest. “Had I tried to say no to your challenge, you would have made it clear I had no choice in the matter.”

To join in on WIPpet Wednesday, simply post an excerpt from your WIP that somehow relates to the date, and join us at this here linky. Thanks to K. L. Schwengel for hosting us. A Round of Words in 80 Days is looked after by Kait Nolan and you can read all about it here. I’m going to go now because it’s getting late (I kept getting distracted reading the IMDB boards for the first episode of Salem; I can’t decide whether I’m refusing to watch another episode or if it’s my new watch-it-so-I-can-complain-about-it show) and sadly the public holiday around here isn’t until Friday. Goodnight all! 🙂

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Today’s #ROW80 and #WIPpet Wednesday

row80-2So I was all, “I probably won’t do a ROW80 update on this first Wednesday of the round, because mine is a weekly goal, and it’s unlikely I will have made a huge amount of progress in two days.”

Which would usually be true, except then I finished editing my two chapters for the week on Monday night. So that was pretty awesome. It helps that the first of these two chapters was one I had already written a fair amount of the new material for, anyway, and the second didn’t require many changes, so it was mostly just copying and pasting from the previous draft and making little edits here and there.

(Last night I then proceeded to write one sentence, before being invited up to my neighbour’s house to run Crucible lines [she is also in the production]. Except we ran no lines whatsoever in the two and a half hours I was up there, and just talked about what we’re reading and the upcoming Jane Austen Festival and how one year we’ll be organised enough to actually attend, and things like that.)

Most of the drastic changes between drafts do take place earlier on in the story, and apart from a few little things to do with the order of certain events, much from where I’m up to through to the end will remain pretty much how it is. There are a few spots where I’ve

I’ve also decided on the subject matter for either August Camp NaNoWriMo or official NaNoWriMo, (depending on what month it is when I am finally done with AMCF) so I’m doing some preliminary research on that to try to figure out an actual plot. Which is weird because I never do research (well, not at the outset), but I’m really set on this topic and the reading is really fun. Sorry my vagueness, I want to keep it to myself for a little while yet.

wednesdaybannerAnyway, today being Wednesday also means WIPpet Wednesday. I am going with something short today because I’ve spent way too long trying to figure out what to post. As for my WIPpet math, I added up all the digits of today’s date and got 20, and then I subtracted 1 because… that’s how many words there are in my excerpt. So ner. Or I guess I could just add up all the digits except for the 1. Whatever. Last week, quite a few of you admired Cait’s forthrightness towards Prince Felipe. This is another example of that, though in this scene, she’s dealing with one of the doctors in the war hospital who is rude to her on a number of occasions.

“Most people here realise that the nurses deserve as much respect as you; perhaps you should do the same.”

The ROW80 linky for today can be found here, and I encourage you to and cheer on some other writers. To join in on WIPpet Wednesday, simply post an excerpt from your current WIP that somehow relates to the date, and then join us at this linky. Many thanks to K. L. Schwengel for hosting. And speaking of Kathi, I have a review of her latest novel, Emergence, scheduled for this Friday, so keep an eye out for that. I’m going to head off now, visit some blogs and then do some more writing. Catch you all later! 😀

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Drive-by #WIPPet Wednesday Post

I… don’t really feel like writing a blog post tonight. Wednesday sort of snuck up on me. I apologise for getting around of barely any of your WIPpets in the past week, or even responding to comments on my own. I can’t even really claim to have been too busy or anything, just lazy. Ah, well. I’m still plodding away on AMCF edits. I’ve had this kind of gnawing feeling in the pit of my stomach lately because I really would like to write something else, but I had no real ideas. Nothing too big, just a flash fiction or something, for a break. I browsed the “Adopt a plot” thread on the NaNoWriMo forums and there was one that did take my eye and is percolating at the back of my mind. Depending on how far I get with AMCF (I’m hoping to have edits done by the end of May), I might participate in the August Camp NaNo. Or you know, just start my own thing. Whatevs.

Anyway, my WIPpet math for today is very basic. Two very short paragraphs for the second of the month. I’m trying to flesh out Cait and Felipe’s first post-ball conversation, and actually have it go on for a little while before Cait loses her temper with him. Felipe asks Cait if she has any siblings and when he learns she has no brothers, with his infinite supply of tact, says something to the effect of, “Soooo, if your dad were to die, the rest of you are kinda screwed, huh?” to which Cait essentially replies, “Well, if certain royal families would change our stupid laws so we could inherit stuff, maybe it wouldn’t be a problem.” Felipe thinks this is a silly suggestion.

“But surely you don’t think your own upbringing, or that of most other women in the kingdom, would prepare you to manage property the way your father does?”

“My father studied history, your Highness, not economics or property law. Does that help him any more than the music or the languages I’ve studied?”

This is the bit where I’m relieved Cait is not of the Tumblr generation, because then I’m sure that the term “male privilege” would come up in this conversation, and that’s really not a place I want to go to. I’m all for social justice and activism and such but… Tumblr.

Anyway, I titled this post “Drive-by WIPpet Wednesday” and yet I’ve been writing it for the last hour and a half. Some of that time has been spent actually writing, though, and some of it was spent sending a detailed description of Cait and Felipe and the final scene of AMCF to one of my writer friends, who also happens to also be an artist friend and is going to do me an illustration. I’ve seen some of the art she’s done some art for one of our other friends and I’m really keen to see how this turns out. I’ll scan it to show it off to you all when I receive it.

To join in on WIPpet Wednesday, simply post an snippet from your current WIP that somehow relates to the date. Then join us at the linky and have fun! I’m off to bed now! I’ll catch you all soon!

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#WIPPet Wednesday – Sounds about right.

You know how two WIPpet Wednesdays ago, I was bothered by how to make Felipe seem affected by his brother’s death, but not too sympathetic? I figured out a way to do that, namely, by ending the scene about halfway through what I had written. He reacts quite strongly at first, and became more vulnerable later, but there was a spot I could stop when he was still being cranky. Thanks for your suggestions on that. The idea that the way he dealt with the news and treated others in the light of it was something a few of you brought up and was what made me take this direction.

In today’s WIPpet, which takes place at the end of the first day of the big festival at the start of the novel, Ava and Cait are trying to convince their respective younger sisters, Bridget and Ginny, that they did meet Prince Felipe that afternoon. Ginny is annoyed at me at the moment because originally she got to meet him in that scene as well, but now that Ava’s part of things, I decided to swap them.

“Did you really meet him?” Bridget asked.

“We did,” Ava said. “It seemed he was running away from meeting princesses.”

“And what did he think of you two?” Guy asked.

“He said we were charming,” Cait replied with a quirked eyebrow.

“He didn’t even seem to mind when Cait started scolding him,” Ava added.

Cait!” Ginny moaned. She looked mortified, as though Cait insulting the prince might have blackened her own name in some way.

“Well, that certainly sounds like Cait,” Guy replied. “No man is safe.”

That’s my girl. 🙂

Question: does it feel like there are too many dialogue tags in here? I can’t really see any other way to do it, since there are five of them talking, unless I mention actions as well. They’re not really doing much, though; just standing around waiting for their parents to come and meet them.

In other news, I’ve made a tentative goal of working through two chapters of revision each week. They’re not really long chapters, so I think I should be able to manage this. That’ll give me a completion date of around the end of May (approximately). I’m hoping to commit to A Round of Words in 80 Days again when Round 2 starts next month, and this will be my main goal for that as well.

Anyhoo, I think I might leave this here for today and head off. To join in on WIPpet Wednesday, simply post an excerpt from your current WIP that somehow relates to the date, and then hop on over to My Random Muse and join us on the linky. Catch you all soon! 😀

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#WIPpet Wednesday – When BFFs know too much.

Happy Wednesday, all!

You know when you’re about to go on a long car trip with a small child and you really want them to go to the toilet beforehand? And they say they don’t need to/can’t and you tell them to “just try”? This has been my attitude to writing this week, and it has worked. I’m not feeling listless/restless/unable anymore, and all because I just tried to write for a bit. I’m also discovering that not all the new material I had made notes about for this next version of AMCF is going to work, and realising that is okay. Just because I had an idea at one point doesn’t mean it HAS to be included. I’m also just doing some idle note-taking for extra material to be worked into scenes that already exist for the most part. I think I was trying too hard to rewrite entire things that didn’t need changing, then I’d get annoyed because I was handwriting things that were already in the old MS.

On a similar note, since I didn’t get around to responding to your comments on last Wednesday’s post individually, just wanted to extend a huge THANK YOU for all the suggestions you gave re: that scene. I have some really good ideas to play with now that I didn’t have before and it is thanks to you folks.

wednesdaybannerSo onto today’s WIPpet! I have ten lines because it’s the nineteenth and 1 + 9 = 10. You know how when you were a teenager or maybe even into your 20s and you had a massive crush on someone, but you thought you were doing a pretty darn good job of hiding it? And then it turns out your best friends know you far too well and it’s apparently really obvious to her(/him)? That’s what Cait’s going through in this excerpt. It’s worse for her because the guy in question is her BFF’s older brother.

I’ve revamped the opening of AMCF so that news of the Prince Sebastian’s assassination and the upcoming war is revealed through a conversation Cait has with Ava, her best friend and Guy’s younger sister. They are wondering whether Guy will be able to come home between National Service on the borders and marching into a full-blown war. Ava has just said she’s sure that Guy would want to see Cait, too, if he is able to get home at all. Oh, and for those who have read earlier version of AMCF, no, Cait and Guy aren’t an official couple anymore. It works better this way, I think.

Warning: I am actually typing this from memory, as I’m on a desk shift at work, and can’t really go on with my actual work because this computer does not have Photoshop, and basically all my non-desk-shift work requires either a photocopier/scanner, of which there is not one in the reading room, or Photoshop. So I figured I might as well do something semi-constructive. Anyway, this is about writing, and writing makes books, and I work in a library, which contains books, so it’s totally work-related, right?

Cait looked down at her hands. “I’m sure he’d rather spend the last weeks before he goes to war with his family.”

“Oh, Cait, you’re not fooling anyone. I’ve known you fancied Guy since… oh, I don’t even remember when I first noticed. And he likes you, too. One of you should hurry up and say something to the other!”

By the time Ava finished speaking, Cait’s face had turned a dark red and she refused to meet her friend’s gaze. She only looked up again when Ava placed a hand on her arm.

“Well, I’ll let you know when he’s home. I’d best be going, I suppose. I was on my way home before, but I thought I’d drop in quickly.”

Cait walked her Ava to the door and then returned to the sitting room, where she tried to read the rest of the newspaper’s headlining article. She was distracted fairly quickly by a fluttery feeling in her stomach, though whether that was concern for Guy going to war, or a kind of giddy delight from Ava’s confirmation that Guy also had feelings for her, she couldn’t tell.

That last paragraph is a bit dodgy and not exactly what I wrote last night, but you get the drift. Where I left off last night, Guy is home, and we are actually get to meet him. He was always an off-stage character before. I am sort of wary of the story turning too much into a Guy/Cait/Felipe love triangle, because I generally despise love triangles, but I think it should be fine.

If you would like to join in on WIPpet Wednesday, we would love to have you! Simply post an excerpt of your current WIP, or the beginning of a new one, that somehow correlates to the date. Then link up with us here and join in the fun! I’ve still got 19 minutes of desk time remaining, but I’m going to go find something else to do for that time. I’ll catch you all later! 😀

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#WIPpet Wednesday – Lost (also Facebook and Cover fun times)

So I went ahead and made myself a Facebook page, which you are free to like or not like as it pleases you. It remains to be seen how much I actually use it, but we were talking about social media and things at writing group on Monday and Sam had made one, both for himself and his (quite popular) YA online serial Darkness Girl. This blog used to link with my personal Facebook page, which is so locked down that if you were to type in the URL without being my friend, it tells you that you have no permission to view it. I don’t think it’ll increase traffic or anything, but I will prefer having it link to a public page.

I’ve also actually finally started putting some serious thoughts about a cover for A More Complicated Fairytale, which is quite exciting. Kathi Schwengel is helping me out with that and has given me some great tips on how to make a start, so I’m working on that (thank you, Kathi!). Also, speaking of Kathi and covers, check out the cover reveal for Emergence, the second in the Darkness & Light series. All being well, the book will be out on Monday, March 17. If you haven’t read the first book, First of Her Kind, now would be a good time to make a start on that. 😉

I am beginning this post on Tuesday night while I take a break from wrestling with what should have been a very simple scene from AMCF but has proved difficult. As I’ve said before, I don’t want Felipe to appear to sympathetic right off the bat, because I want the reader to discover that at the same time as Cait. But I was going to include that scene I wrote while I was in Paris where he learns that his brother has been killed… except that would have to go right at the beginning and he’s all emotional and vulnerable at that point, so it’s fairly obvious that he’s not a complete jerkwad… so I’ve been fiddling with that but at the moment it’s not really working for me. Possibly moving it forward to Sebastian’s funeral, where he’s a bit more stoic, rather than that first moment might be a thing… Or maybe I’ll just scrap the whole idea…

Either way, for WIPpet Wednesday, here are six lines from that scene (1 + 2 + 3 [day plus month] = 6). They take place not long after the bit I posted while I was in the laundromat in Paris being a really exciting traveler. Carmen is keeping Felipe company, but not pushing him to deal with the anything immediately.

“I don’t think I’ve never seen you look so lost.”

Lost. Yes, that was the word. If Sebastian was gone, then Felipe no longer knew where he fitted in. He’d always looked up to his brother, gone to him for advice or guidance. Felipe may have had the reputation as a ladies’ man, but it had been Sebastian who gave him the push in the right direction the first time he’d seen a girl he liked the look of. Sebastian always knew exactly what to say, how to handle a situation. Felipe may have been able to give this impression, but it wasn’t always the case.

When this book is published I will probably write my own fanfiction about five-year-old Felipe and six-year-old Sebastian getting up to all kinds of princely mischief. They’re an awesome little duo, believe me! 🙂

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