To catch you up on the first two weeks of National Novel Writing Month:
I started the Steampunk novel and kind of floundered with the story for 3 days. On the fourth day, I went to open my file and it was empty. My 5300 words were no where to be found. So, I started a fantasy novel I had thought about a few years ago. This story flew from my fingers. I love the characters and the world. So long Steampunk, welcome back fantasy. Then my husband copied my Steampunk file to his computer and was able to open it, even though I still could not open it on my computer. He copied the version he opened back on to my computer and I could open it and see all 5300 words, but by that time I was well into my fantasy novel. The muses work in strange ways.
Things are going well with the fantasy novel I'm currently calling, Dragons of Aneirin. I am up to 27,032 words, still on track. Only now my story is no longer writing itself - I'm having to actually think about what's going to happen next and how to go back and add in events and dialogue that are crucial to the middle and end of the story. I don't know what direction to take the last half of my novel. Hopefully it will come to me soon. It still feels better than trying to write Steampunk. Still looking forward to the Steampunk convention in April, though.
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What goes on inside the head of a pre-published author who specializes in Fantasy and Romance, who homeschools her three daughters and who believes in the magic inherent in every living thing? Read on to find out.
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