The Equist Story is coming along slowly—definitely not hitting 1,000 words a day (given I’ve only been working on it for two days). But ratio wise I’m doing super great! XD I don’t have as solid a direction with this story, perhaps that’s why. Perhaps it’s because I’m discovery writing the characters and a lot of the setting, whereas I’ve always been a staunch outliner. Maybe it’s the newness of it all. (If I haven’t mentioned it, this is the first medieval fantasy I’ve ever written. TOS was steampunk-wannabe, CSH was Roman, and Weirs is more Victorian-esque.)
I’ve drafted a couple of pitches for query letters and the like for Weirs—won’t get too serious into those, yet. I got a PowerPoint from an author (was she an agent once?) about pitching that I’d be happy to email to anyone, just let me know.*
So… yeah. I really want the Equist Story to be something, so it will undergo a million of revisions. Just have to finish it first. :D (If I could do 1,000 words a day, I could finish it in under 17 days!)
Excerpt of the day:
Her father scoffed. “Hardly. It will only end in war, I fear. The bastard and the duke are ready to pull knives, and now the king’s sister insists her stepson is the rightful heir! If the debate had been settled, Moi, Sanchelle would have lost his courage.”
*I’m not violating any rights or agreements, no worries.
P.S. Happy birthday Misha!