869 words. About three hundred of which I wrote yesterday.
This bit was interesting; it's a manifestation of a character from a short that I've never finished. Sort of. (It's a manifestation of an institution of which the character from the short is the avatar? No, that's not right either.) An institution, a title, and a proper name; all of them the same word, all of them interlinked.
Miscellaneous other notes: At games night I heard a Metallica cover of Queen's "Stone Cold Crazy". This makes my head hurt in delightful ways.
I need to spend tomorrow in part doing prep for Saturday, because I want to be able to just grab what I need and go down to the headland when I go out to greet Sothis and my new year. Also need to go grocery, get the needful bits for making the honey bread recipe that was posted to
kemet a while back. (Start the new year with food!)
Harrum, just past full; that may mean that the tide will be high at dawn. Hah, no, it looks like it's going out. Good. (Hey, I'm finding things on google today. Weird.)
I had a revelation earlier today when talking to
gwynyth about, er, people being silly, poly-stuff, and bread. I'm putting the note here in case I feel like writing about it sometime.
I'm going to bed. Need to get my sleep-schedule to a point at which I can be up for dawn rites and coherent afterwards, yes. Up earlyish tomorrow, bed early, gotta figure out how to be sure to get up without distressing
teinedreugan overly.
This bit was interesting; it's a manifestation of a character from a short that I've never finished. Sort of. (It's a manifestation of an institution of which the character from the short is the avatar? No, that's not right either.) An institution, a title, and a proper name; all of them the same word, all of them interlinked.
Miscellaneous other notes: At games night I heard a Metallica cover of Queen's "Stone Cold Crazy". This makes my head hurt in delightful ways.
I need to spend tomorrow in part doing prep for Saturday, because I want to be able to just grab what I need and go down to the headland when I go out to greet Sothis and my new year. Also need to go grocery, get the needful bits for making the honey bread recipe that was posted to
Harrum, just past full; that may mean that the tide will be high at dawn. Hah, no, it looks like it's going out. Good. (Hey, I'm finding things on google today. Weird.)
I had a revelation earlier today when talking to
I'm going to bed. Need to get my sleep-schedule to a point at which I can be up for dawn rites and coherent afterwards, yes. Up earlyish tomorrow, bed early, gotta figure out how to be sure to get up without distressing
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Speaking broadly, what is your book about? It occurred to me that I don't have the faintest idea about its genre or plot. (Of course, you don't have to say anything if you don't wish; some prefer not to give anything away with regards to their writing)
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"About" is a tricky question with fiction. At the moment it's about twenty-three thousand words. ;) (A little short of.) It's . . .
Plot is also hard; I'm one of the sorts of writers who has to write the next bit to figure out what's happening. But it's a sequel, which means I have loads of backstory that I can explain, which might give me an angle on answering the question. The first book was about grief, actually, and I only know that because it's done.
It's a world where telepathy, telekinesis, and other psionic stuff is strong through the entire ecosystem. The environment is fairly hostile; a lot of the wildlife tends to prefer predating on people with strong psi talents or great vitality. A while back, some of the people in this area with stronger psi managed to club together and survive, and they established what amounts to the local nobility -- everyone with strong psi gets adopted by one of the families, so they can be protected from the wildlife until they're strong enough and capable enough to protect the more normal folks from the wildlife.
In the first book, one of the families was attacked and nearly wiped out; that one was about, in a plot sense, one of the survivors pulling herself together, figuring out what happened, and breaking the conspiracy responsible.
This one is sort of about what happens after that -- the survivors of that family trying to get themselves back on track, the generalised chaos in the rest of the world, trust and . . .
. . . hm. Maybe this one's about trust.
The narrator of the first one is one of the major characters in this one; the narrator of this one is her partner, who has complicated origins that leave him really marginalised at the moment.
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