Edit on Entwined, book three in my series, are coming along. They're due at the end of the month, so I'm going to keep this post short. But before I go, I wanted to let you know I'm over at Uncommon YA, chatting about how Embrace turned into a series. Click here to learn more.
Writing news: I finished the first draft of my young adult realistic fiction in time to take a couple days break from writing before receiving the editorial notes on book three in my series. I looked a lot like the pencil on the left. I'm way over my targeted word count on the WIP, but I'm not too worried about that. I can decide if I need to cut several thousand words in a month or so when I go back to it. For now, I'm focus on the first round of revisions for Entwined. The timing for this is perfect, because with my WIP done, I can place one hundred percent of my focus on Entwined.
I went through the editorial notes. There are no major plot changes needed (Yay!), I already accepted small tweaks to sentence structure and word choice. Those are the easy changes. I'm now working on things that need to be clarified. I enjoy this part of the process, even though sometimes it can be daunting. There's one scene early in the book I want to revisit later. I reread it so many times, I'm now not sure I like it. That's usually my queue to step away from my laptop or move on. I guess, since I"m typing this post, you can say I did both. :) But I am looking forward to getting back to Madison and her friends.
I'm deviating a little from insecurities for this post, but I have a feeling many of you will relate.
Being an author has
reinforced a few things I sort of knew about myself that, well, I hadn't been willing to admit, until now.
Let’s start with the
first and biggest. I hate waiting, and there is a lot of waiting that goes on
in this business.
I also hate not being
in control, because usually that means I'm waiting on others.
I like things done a
certain way. See above for the problem with this.
When I’m excited about
something, I want it done now. Tomorrow is just too late. But, since I'm not in control of when and how things get done, I’m waiting
It’s a vicious circle that often drives me crazy. And I know the reward for patience is often worth it, but it's still hard to let go of the reins and let others drive, so to speak. Burying myself in other projects only helps for so long.
How about you? Any dark secrets about yourself that being a write has made you admit? What do you do to keep your mind off projects that are with beta readers, your agent or editors? Did you participated in NaNo... how'd you do?
Congrats to L.H. Nicole on her upcoming release of Claiming Excalibur, book two in the Legendary Saga. Be sure to check out the teaser and enter the giveaway at the end of this post.
Claiming Excalibur by L.H. Nicole
Publisher: Omnific Publishing
Release Date: December 16, 2014 Synopsis: Aliana Fagan has done what many thought impossible: she’s awakened King Arthur from his fifteen-hundred-year sleep, reunited the Knights of the Round Table, and even beaten Mordrid and Morgana LeFay in battle.
But the Destined One’s quest has only begun. Before the knights can "unearth and reclaim their lost relics" they must survive the trip to Charleston, South Carolina and meet the newest member of the Round Table. If King Arthur’s men thought Aliana and Lacy were tenacious, they'll be even more surprised by Dawn, the third member of the fem-trio. Deadly secrets, unexpected allies, and a traitor lurking in the shadows await Aliana and the new Round Table as they continue their search for Excalibur. Their only clue is a beyond confusing poem from a mysterious book that speaks of a terrifying creature guarding the legendary sword. Trying to build a somewhat normal relationship with Sir Galahad adds a whole new level of complexity to Aliana’s task, especially when several among them suspect the White Knight may not be wholly himself. Her friendship with King Arthur grows closer, and when circumstances become intense, he may finally get the chance with Aliana that he’s been pining for.
Mysteries, legendary quests, and haunting memories will either unite the members of the New Round Table or fracture their bonds. Aliana and her crew only have seven months before the planets align and Mordrid can seize the power he needs to conquer the seven realms. Can the Destined One keep her new family together and lead Arthur to his destiny of saving the realms? Or will a centuries-old plot for revenge finally spell the king’s end?
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“Being back is hard for you.” Aliana nearly smacked
into the doorframe when Galahad placed his large hands on her tense
“You scared me!” she said,
placing her hand over her heart.
“I though you would have heard me
coming.” His warm hands massaged her tight shoulders. “But you seem lost in another world.”
Leaning into his touch, she shook
her head. “I was just thinking.”
Galahad sighed deeply, his hands
squeezing her shoulders before turning her to face him. “I understand how
you’re feeling right now. My parents were murdered when I was young.”
Aliana looked into his blue eyes,
surprised. “You never told me that.”
“Sir Belvoir and his men found us
just after it happened. He raised me as his own, trained me to be a knight.”
His hand rubbed light circles on her back.
“I was just remembering how
things used to be,” Aliana confessed, hoping that sharing some of her pain
would help lessen it.
“Why were you looking through
your father’s things before you came to London?”
Aliana turned in Galahad’s arms,
leaning her back against his chest. She studied the office until she found her
voice. “I was in New Orleans working on a photo commission several months
ago. I was walking the French Quarter when I came to a fortuneteller’s stand. I
took a few pictures, and she called me over. I thought she was going to be
upset with me, but she sat me down at her table. ‘You feet mus’ be achin’ after running so hard, chère,’
she told me. ‘Folks thinkin’ the’ can
run from de past and they ghosts never find peace’.”
Aliana laid her hands over
Galahad’s, remembering the feel of the woman’s cracked, dry hand on top of hers
and the smell of sweet tea on the woman’s breath. “I tried to ignore her, but
she kept insisting that I needed to stop running and face what was haunting me.
She said I’d never again know what a real life ‘filled with love, happiness,
and adventure’ felt like until I faced my past. It took me another two weeks
before I came home.”
Galahad hugged her tighter, his
chin resting on her shoulder, silently supporting her. “When you returned home
you discovered your adoption.”
Aliana nodded, turning her face
toward his. “I guess she was right. I never would have been in London if she
hadn’t pushed me to come home. I never would have been in Avalon’s forest, and
I never would’ve found you or Dagg or Arthur." "Do you regret it?" Galahad asked, a worried kind of seriousness in his eyes.