Two weeks into 2020, but this is my first writing update of the year! Be assured, I’ve still been writing away–just blogging more about reading lately. I’m deep into final (?) revisions for Guardian III, going through beta-reader feedback. So far it’s mostly been small edits, and no one has spotted a plot hole that derails the entire story–so far, so good!
I’m also working on some of the prep and marketing for Guardian I, which will be out in June. Expect some revamps to the writing information on my blog, because that’s coming up on my list of to-do’s.
It all goes to show…the work is not anywhere near done when the first draft is finished 🙂 On that note, I also finished up the non-fiction revision tips book I was working on back at the beginning of January…but I expect to go back and revise come February!
For now, here’s a bit from Chapter One of Guardian III which I rather enjoy…
I used to be in control—not of the world around me, never of that. But of myself. Maybe I was only a supporting character, maybe I didn’t get to be the lead of the narrative, of the great events happening at the Opera, but I knew how to live within my role.
A supporting character could be left behind, solitary and disregarded when her obviously more heroine-material best friend eloped in the night. It had hurt when Christine left with Raoul de Chagny, when she had barely bothered to write me a farewell note, when she hadn’t sent any word in over a year. But sometimes it felt like only what I should have expected.
And at least supporting characters shouldn’t have their hearts broken, or do anything important enough to cause anyone’s death.
As a supporting character I could become friends with the mysterious man who haunted the Opera, and I should have stopped at that.
I shouldn’t have fallen in love with a man who was clearly a title character if there ever was one.