Thursday, July 5, 2012
Manuscript of Love Lost: Rys Rising Book IV is completely written
Late on July 3rd I wrote the final words of Love Lost. This completed a writing adventure that began in late 2003 when I wrote the first chapters of Rys Rising. Close to nine years later the epic is finished despite substantial interludes of life happening when I couldn't work on it at all.
Love Lost marks my completion of writing eight novels. The other seven novels total 1.2 million words of narrative that I have written and published. I don't know what kind of achievement that is, but it is an achievement that I am proud of. I wish I could say that I cured a cancer or planted a forest, but for some unknown reason writing novels is what satisfies me on a mental and spiritual level. I need to organize the words into stories and channel characters from my imagination into the imagination of other readers.
Authoring two fantasy series may be an irrational pursuit but it has provided a needed outlet for my creative energy for most of my adult life. I'm deeply grateful and amazed by the kind comments I have gotten from readers over the years. Although I'd write novels even if the whole world insisted I should not do it, I have always been significantly boosted by the fact that some people like my fiction.
I'll be working hard the next few months editing and proofreading the novel. I am tentatively planning to publish it in October.
Passages from the manuscript that I am fond of:
Dacian walked along the line of prisoners. Their hopeless fear bombarded his sensitive mind. The terror that his power inspired was both repugnant and pleasing. Repugnant because he longed for love, yet pleasing because their fear proved the totality of his power.
Cruce walked the rampart overlooking the square. This was the place from which estate class people watched the Grand Lumin's Poteny celebrations, and now Cruce was drawing a crowd. He waved to the people and drew a few cheers from the pilgrim sections. Most of them were likely from Kahtep or the frontier and were intimately familiar with his efforts to defend them.
"Why are we up here?" Dayd asked.
"I have nothing to hide," Cruce said. "The people won't be able to accuse me of using sneaky underhanded tactics."
Dayd grasped that he was trying to influence public opinion for whatever it was worth, but she doubted the people would understand the nuances of the situation. "Cruce, most people will have no idea how our rivals have wronged us. They may not even care," she complained.
"I know, but they'll soon know exactly what will happen when I am unhappy with someone. They'll see that the Chenomets are strong. People like strength," Cruce explained.
Loxane noticed how Demeda attracted more attention. Beaming a smile, Demeda waved to the poeple, carefully oblivious to Loxane's annoyance.
When the procession left the village and pulled ahead of the trailing crowd, Loxane said bluntly, "Why people say your name more?"
Demeda took a drink from her canteen. The day was warming up and she would need to keep her throat moist for her singing. She savored Loxane's disgruntled jealousy as she took her time replying.
"Perhaps if you did not slit so many throats they would love you better," Demeda said.
"I kill unbelievers," Loxane argued.
That Loxane was baffled amused Demeda, who doubted Loxane could actually understand her point. Kelsurs in general did not seem to be much bothered by killing and death. Such things were accepted like the setting sun or the moon going dark for a few days.
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