Yes, I have...

[wayfaringwordhack]

...been writing and working on my trilogy, that is. Not quickly, not daily, but working. Just thought I'd share that since I finished a chapter.

That puts me at 88,552 words for book one, and only 10 chapters to go to wrap it up.

If I don't add a POV.

Yes, I already have 5, but I have another character hinting (she hasn't demanded yet) that she needs to have her say. I don't believe her, but she is tempting. Very tempting. She makes a good case.

But if I give in and accord her even four or five chapters, that is going to bump my wordcount about 12K-15K over the "acceptable" limit for a fantasy debut.

Conundrums, conundrums.

Still, I will indulge and write a scene from her POV. Worst case scenario, it will help me further understand her character.

Comments

[queenoftheskies.livejournal.com]

And the better you understand her character and the story, the easier it'll be to edit later, yes?

What's your novel about?

[mnfaure.livejournal.com]

And the better you understand her character and the story, the easier it'll be to edit later, yes?

Yep, that's my philosophy. And I really want to take someone who was coming across as a bit cardboard and make her fully fleshed.

What's your novel about?

Well, this is blurb I wrote for the 1st book of the trilogy:

Srila lives in fear of the day her daughter, Lelo, sings her first sresree song. For on that day, Lelo’s existence will become one of unending suffering. Such is the life of Iasrees now that the wither has tainted their magic. For decades, the wither has ravaged Srila’s home, killing thousands and shriveling every vine, frond, and tree in its path. Only the Iasrees’ songbarrier slows its inexorable march across the calderas and jungles of Paoqei. Every day, Srila adds her voice to the barrier, but unlike her peers, she chafes at the passive resistance. She searches for the plague’s cure or a way to alleviate the pain of fighting it, and her first efforts gain the admiration of her fellows. But an experiment ends in death, and she’s forbidden to continue.

When a trader comes to Paoqei with euphoria, a drug promised to quiet any pain, Srila believes salvation has arrived. However, she 's lost her credibility, and with the local merchants intent on forcing the trader off the island, her only chance to give her daughter a better future lies in breaking taboos and disobeying her sisterhood. If she’s right about the euphoria, her people can reclaim their island. If she’s wrong, she may be the one who finishes what the wither began...

It needs work and it only hints about the struggles of two characters, but it sets up some main elements.

[navicat.livejournal.com]

Writing and travelling! You are amazing :)

[mnfaure.livejournal.com]

Well, I'm glad you think so in any case. ;)

[frigg.livejournal.com]

...and when will the pea get to read this?

[mnfaure.livejournal.com]

Does the pea need to read this?
Are you all caught up to this point in the story? I'm not sure...

[frigg.livejournal.com]

Well, the obvious solution would be to send the pea all you've got. ;)

[mnfaure.livejournal.com]

hehehe.

She's a clever one, that pea

[clarentine]

Sounds like a strong contender for sequel/related novel....

[mnfaure.livejournal.com]

*nods* Only problem is that her problems tie directly to the main action of this story. I could bring her in on book two, but that would be too late for the scene that she wants told...

*puts on thinking cap*