I will be posting telepathically today. So if you think of something funny, that was me :)
The air stirred wildly with magical currents causing a breeze to ruffle my hair.
“Gentlemen, you’ll remember where you are and conduct yourselves accordingly,” father said standing, ready to intervene.
“You,” Fuinon said pointing at father, “you have allowed simple farmers to malign my character and used me as a training tool for your spawn and the amusement of others.” Spittle was flying from his mouth with the last words, hand raised to cast a spell.
The meeting with Turin, and the raging emotions he stirred in me, were still in the back of my mind causing my nerves to be stretched taut. Fuinon had pushed me over the edge. Before he could move, his hands burst into flames.
“Xander, what are you doing?” Fuinon pleaded.
Sitting calmly at the table I met Fuinon’s fear stricken gaze. “I told you not to take my leniency as weakness.”
“You?” Fuinon asked skeptically.
“Me,” I answered smiling. “All day you have thrown insults at me, slandered my character, and bullied those you thought you could. Yet, even after being shown mercy you continued to disrespect the authority of others. As a result, you will be confined to the dungeon until further notice.”
My writing week ended last evening, I document my writing goals from Monday-Sunday, and I'm pleased that my efforts were this fruitful. When tallied up, the book grew by 3,600 words in one week! Can I do it again? Guess we'll have to wait a week to find out.
As anyone who has been reading my posts knows, my goal is to write at least 300 words 5 times each week. Last week I failed miserably and vowed to make up for it this week.
Now this week is almost over, one more writing day in it, and I've written nearly 3,000 words! Not only have I made up for the previous week, but after tomorrow's writing session, I'll be ahead.
The way things are going my September release date is looking very possible! I'll continue to keep you posted.
“See here you miserable little brat,” he said bolting to his feet while pounding his fists on the table. “Your highness, must I put up with her insipid questions?”
“Actually, Lord Fuinon,” father began calmly, “she hasn’t asked anything I wouldn’t have and if you show either of us disrespect again, you’ll find yourself in the dungeon with only mice to keep you company. Do I make myself clear?”
Dissension in the ranks? How intriguing!
Yesterday I blogged that last week I fell short of my goal, which, considering life has a way of distracting me, will happen from time to time.
Today, determined to make up for last week's digression, I plopped myself in my office, warning everyone that they'd better not disturb me unless the house is on fire or someone is bleeding, and wrote ALL DAY. My nether region is numb from a lack of movement, but I wrote 1,030 words and the book is progressing nicely :)
Earlier I shared that my goal was to write 300 words 5 days per week bringing the weekly total to 1500 words. That sounded good, but wouldn't 2,000 words a week be better? After all, it is only 100 more words per day; easy enough to accomplish.
Since New Years I've either made my goal or was very close, until this week. I've sat at the computer contemplating, writing a scene, erasing it because it doesn't feel right, and trying again. To be honest I've written well over 2,000 words this week, but the book has not progressed 2,000 words and THAT is my goal.
The thought of writing less than 300 words per day is unacceptable. This number was set to meet the goal of publishing "Daeris" by September and it is realistic. So, once again I will sit down with my characters and insist they lead me down the story's path!
DETERMINATION IS THE ROOT TO ALL SUCCESS!!
May those who love us, love us.
And those who don't love us,
May God turn their hearts;
And if He doesn't turn their hearts,
May He turn their ankles,
So we will know them by their limping.
Morogh, a Scottish Wild Cat, was born in Alfheim and placed in
Daeris' care as a kitten by his mother on her death bed. He is
intelligent and uses his special communication abilities to assist
Daeris in keeping the peace in their realm.
The Ranger's Apprentice by John Flanagan
First book in a series.
Will is one of many orphans the king is caring for. He
is now at the age where he is to be apprenticed, but will
his lean small stature keep him from being a knight? What will happen if he isn't chosen for the guard? He surely doesn't want to be a ranger.
NOTE: This series is a hit especially with the boys in my class.
Michelle Craig Snively sees the world through the lens of an artist. Life is not simply black and white, but an array of beautiful hues that blend to create stories of magic and mystery.