The time has come once again for Camp NaNoWriMo! This year I’ve decided to do some more work on Imperfect Storm, a fun tale mostly focused on Elias Dawn, Eral the Arbor Pixie, and Joleth Bay as they go on an epic (and ridiculous) quest. Today, however, I focused on their villain for once. She wanted some attention.
Word Count: 675 / 15,000
[Guinivere] had quickly guiled herself into a position of some clout in the region. As a respected mage and a well-traveled member of the so-called monsterkind, she offered knowledge and connections to the right people, and the more people she met, the more connections she could make. Politics were a bit boring, but she had more patience for them than her latest best friend.
He wouldn’t be very welcome among the delicate work being done in many of the workshops of Gen. Disaster followed him wherever he went.
So it was Guinivere allowing herself to be praised and showered with gratitude for her aid in various ventures, whether it was money (exceedingly easy for her to talk out of rich men), magic, or insight. After some of the things she’d dealt with on the way to her goals, this wasn’t the worst. Though people outside the workshops had an image of the engineers as antisocial and spiteful people, they treated their own with quite a lot of respect.
Guinivere, they spoiled, all because she asked.
- Finish Brothers Apart contest entry
- Complete Camp NaNoWriMo goal (15k words)
I didn’t quite finish my contest entry last month, but I made a lot of progress! Since the deadline approaches, I’m going to double down on it, and I think Camp NaNo is actually a decent time for that! It gets me motivated to write every day, so I’ll already be working on things. I’m hoping it will help me knock out that contest entry quickly.
This month I definitely plan to do some Letters from Camp posts, with excerpts and thoughts on the process as I go.
I will once again be working on Imperfect Storm, the story of how Elias Dawn and Eral the Arbor Pixie came to be such a good duo.
Last year I published Bowman Leafwing’s story for real, and I’m very proud of all the effort that went into making that a reality. My book is a real thing that I can hold in my hands! Wow!
Now, it’s also a thing I could put in my eReader: Bowman of Wellwood is an eBook.
This was a long time coming. I’m so glad I can finally make the book even more accessible. To everyone who encouraged me along the way, I owe you my thanks for this milestone in my publishing efforts. Thank you, thank you, thank you!
I haven’t written much for the Dresden Files universe yet, but at one point I read a prompt that lead me to give it a try. The following is a snippet of what I ended up with, mostly an attempt to match some of Jim Butcher’s eye for detail as well as the distinct voice of Harry Dresden, professional wizard.
White lace curtains fluttered in the warm breeze. The gentle aura of the room settled over everything in it like a comforting hand on the shoulder. Sunshine, pure and bright, splashed over the pink, well-worn rug by the window, and spilled over it to the floorboards. The bed was made, draped over with a similarly-threadbare pink quilt and a teddy bear perched and waiting by the pillow. A thin vanity desk sat at the opposite wall, a single closed diary resting at its center. The mirror, polished and proudly displaying the room for all to see, bore notes written in dry-erase marker in a remarkably steady hand.
The room was cutesy, is what I’m trying to say. Cutesy and innocent and precociously girly. Even the pink wore pink.
This is a reminder for any fans of Bowman Leafwing who don’t know about his original story. It is available in book form!
Follow the tale of a plucky wood sprite with confidence that far outsizes his humble four-inch height as he encounters humans for the first time. His village hasn’t met with these would-be giants in generations, enough that they nearly forgot they existed. Bowman, of course, deals with the discovery in true Bowman fashion: by snarking the hell out of them.
Note also that Lulu is currently running a promotion for 15% off all print products that’s good until March 21 – just enter ONEFIVE when checking out if you should decide to purchase.
Character artwork lined by Dragonnova and colored by LaEscritora
I sent a message in to a blog over on tumblr that specializes in questions about how to write disabled characters to ask for advice on a future plot point. It was a very informative answer, so I’ve decided to crosspost it here.
Hi. I have a story in which one of the protagonists loses a limb during a major event in the plot. My plan is for her to opt for a prosthesis rather than magical intervention to repair the damage; she’s used to adapting and looking forward, as she puts it. I’m wondering how to respectfully handle the other characters reacting to the injury and her choice. They’ll want to help and support her as she retrains her body, but I don’t want it to seem like pity/guilt drives them. They’re just shaken.
Mod Kate – I don’t think that it’s necessary that they have no feelings of guilt, actually. Their friend got hurt and they may very well feel as though they should have been able to stop her from getting hurt. I don’t know if this would count as survivor’s guilt, since no one actually died, but it’s a similar concept. The thing is to make sure that the focus of those feelings is more that she was hurt and not so much that she is now disabled.
When they learn of her choice to use a prosthetic, depending on how you write it you could go a few ways. One is that they just don’t question it, because it’s her own decision and her own body. Another is that they could be shocked for a bit and maybe question if she’s really sure, but ultimately, like the first option, settle into the idea that it’s not really their business. I would recommend you steer away from a plotline where they try to convince her to get the magical intervention, but with enough research it could probably be done.
It varies how people react to things like this. When I was born the most memorable reaction was that my grampa immediately started trying to figure out how to hold a golf club one handed and decided “Oh, she can still golf with me so it’s fine.”