It’s been almost 3 months since I last posted an update, and – well – things have been happening!
My novel is COMPLETE. Yes, you read that right: complete. And I finished it about middle of August. No bad!
And then came the editing. I don’t know how I in the world I was thinking the edits would be quick, and I honestly pushed myself pretty hard, but they are a surprisingly time consuming task – if I want then done right, that is.
So, right now Fire of the Forebears is weighing in at 608 pages, or 243,056 words. I’ve got a total of 35 chapters – my original finished product at 40, but I’ve trimmed and re-arranged some things and ended up cutting that number back.
I’ve sent the book off to some preliminary beta readers and I almost entirely re-wrote my first chapter. Right now, I’m in the midst of editing chapter 16.
My plan was to have the manuscript ready for querying by the end of 2018. I don’t think this is a reasonable goal any longer, however I should have the thing completed for beta readers and be ready to start my synopsis and query letter by that time. And, hey, there really is no reason to rush myself – progress is progress.
How’s your WIP coming along? Feel free to share in the comments!
And, to pique your interest, here’s a clip from chapter 2!
“Enjoying yourself this evening?” Lady Rigan asked, coming up beside Triston. He met her gaze with a smile and a nod, quickly swallowing the swig he had just taken from his mug.
“Yes, ma’am. You have been a fine host, as always.”
“Mm,” Rigan replied with a nod, studying Triston’s face with her piercing gaze. She gathered her skirt about her, and took a step past him. “Well, thank you.”
The loud clack of her shoes against the wood of the boat faded into the murmur of the room.
“Well, what did you do this time, boy?”
Triston turned to see his father watching him with a wide grin on his face. Triston shook his head with a sigh as he made his way to his father’s side.
“I don’t know.”
“Do you want to?” Seren asked rather coyly, holding Triston’s gaze as he took a sip from his mug.
“No,” Triston interjected, with the shake of his head. “No thank you.”
Both Dradge and Seren laughed.
Dradge took a drink from his mug. “Hey, what do you know, anyway?” he asked with a laugh, smacking Seren on the shoulder. “You’re a terrible dancer, and you only really talked to that one woman, what was her name?”
Seren shook his finger as he took another sip. “First of all, I am a fine dancer, just not to doltish music like this. And second of all, her name was Sela, and we only called things off when I went to university at Drosala and she got an apprenticeship with the apothecary in Edras.”
“Alright,” Dradge said with a grin.
“Lord Seren, sir?” The stern voice softly and suddenly, and Triston looked up with a confused frown to see Colmac coming to a salute at Seren’s side. “You asked me to inform you once any of the prisoners had spoken?”
“Oh, yes.” Seren took a quick swig from his mug before setting it aside.
“What did you say?” Dradge asked, a frown coming to his face as he held Seren’s gaze.
“From the little skirmish along the western border,” Seren explained, as though that information should have been self-evident. “We managed to catch a few.”
Dradge sighed, his face darkening. “Don’t you ever just want to give it a rest?”
Seren held Dradge’s gaze with a sideways glance, as though that question meant nothing to him. “What’d they say, soldier?”
“Only one spoke, sir,” Colmac explained. “One named Jesse. But he did give us a list of his informants in those border towns and within the Waste.”
“Excellent,” Seren exclaimed, rising from his seat.
“Where are you off to?” Dradge asked.
“I’ve got to plan a trip across country,” Seren replied with a bit of a grin. He met Triston’s gaze. “You said you wanted to go on the next one, didn’t you?”
Triston shrugged, taking a sip from his mug. “I think I did.”
“Excellent.” Seren took a step forward. “Well, I won’t tear you away from the festivities,” he continued with a grin. “But we can catch up tomorrow?”
Triston nodded, noncommittal. “Alright.”
Seren nodded, holding Triston’s gaze for a moment, then Dradge’s. “Enjoy the rest of the night then, gentlemen.”
Triston watched, taking a sip from his mug, as Seren made his way towards the bow of the ship, Colmac tagging along at his heels.
“What’s the matter?” Dradge asked after a moment, catching Triston’s gaze with a look of concern. “You’ve been talking for months about taking another trip to see the country, but now when you’ve got the chance you want to back out?”
Triston gave a bit of a shrug as he fingered the mug in his hands; he had hoped he wasn’t quite so transparent. “It’s just this rebellion.”
“What of it?” Dradge asked, not unkindly.
Triston sighed, glancing off towards the dark horizon. “Do you ever get the sense that, I don’t know, you’re on the wrong side?”
“What?” Dradge asked with a laugh.
Triston grinned, slightly, and met his father’s gaze. “Have you met these rebels? They regular people, father. Everyday people.”
Dradge gave a bit of a shrug. “What else do you think rebellions are made of?”
Triston sighed, shaking his head. “I don’t know. But when I see how they live, while I live like this, I’m not so sure I can fault what they’re fighting for.”
Dradge nodded, thoughtfully, and took a slow sip from his mug. “This isn’t where I ever imagined I’d find myself,” he began softly. “I suppose I’ve adjusted to this life, but it was a struggle for me, and looking back, I won’t ever say I got it all right.” He sighed, his gaze coming to rest, aimlessly, on the crowd dancing in the center of the ship. “When I was a younger man, it all seemed so much clearer.” He took another sip, meeting Triston’s gaze. “This is a grey world, Triston. That’s what I’ve come to see over the years. But you have a good heart – follow it.”
Triston nodded thoughtfully, glancing down at his mug as he fought to keep the bit of a smile on his face. “Follow my heart? And what if it doesn’t know the way?