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Sunday Snippet, March 7, 2021

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I’m posting from my current writing WiP, Song and Shadow, a prequel to Song and Sword. It’s a rough draft and I still don’t have an actual outline for it so it’s going to be a fun ride.

Picking up from last week’s snippet.

Hierik’s lips curled into a smile. People would treat him the way he let them treat him.

He could command the guards to go after the Bard, stop him and escort him back to the table. But that would raise questions. And they would not willingly step away from their table to go do it. And he had no real way of enforcing his will on them.

He sighed, his smile fading.

He scanned the room and smiled again as he saw the lithe figure of the Elven bard gathering up his instruments, and he stood up sharply. He still had a chance…

Pashevel turned to face the young prince as Hierik put a hand on his shoulder. He bowed slightly. “Your Highness?”

“I didn’t dismiss you,” Hierik blurted, and Pashevel smiled. 

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Sunday Snippet, February 28, 2021

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I’m posting from my current writing WiP, Song and Shadow, a prequel to Song and Sword. It’s a rough draft and I still don’t have an actual outline for it so it’s going to be a fun ride.

Picking up from last week’s snippet.

“Only friendship, Your Highness. Only friendship.”

Pashevel rose and bowed deeply. “But I fear I have presumed too much upon your time already this evening, Your Highness, and perhaps overstepped my bounds. I wish you a pleasant evening.”

“Wait…”

But Pashevel had already turned away and Hierik lowered his head to hide his tears, sensing that he had just lost all hope of being a good monarch, had lost the one person who had offered him hope, who had treated him as a person, and as a prince.

Treated him with the respect due his rank.

Treated him…

Pashevel had not sat until told he could — he had waited for his response, not just assumed…

Hierik’s lips curled into a smile. People would treat him the way he let them treat him.

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Plodding Along

And I have chapters!

And possibly a cold.

And probably bronchitis.

And how was your weekend?

I went to my mother’s on Saturday and took both dogs with me. I took my two out for a potty break and hers got out too and all three ran circles in the snow, chasing each other and having a great time and completely ignoring me when I tried to get them to come in.

I finally got the Demon Dog inside, but the Diva was having too much fun on her “girls’ day out” and I might as well have not existed.

Then mom’s dog (Hershey – yes, she’s a chocolate lab) took off around the front of the house with the Diva in hot pursuit and I lost sight of them.

By that time I was starting to panic, worried that something would happen to the Diva, and, in addition to my own guilt if something happened to her, my roommate would kill me.

So I trudged along after them, following their tracks in the snow, breaking through a crust of ice and floundering in snow halfway up to my knees.

Fortunately they hadn’t gone far and came when they saw me and I was able to grab the Diva’s leash. (And she walked very nicely beside me on the way back, which should have been my first warning.)

Got her inside with my feet soaking wet (sneakers are not the best shoes for breaking trail in the winter) and freezing cold and discovered that all four of her legs were covered with blood. (She’s white, so it was pretty noticeable.)

I cleaned her up and there were no big injuries, just some tiny scratches and scrapes from breaking through the crust on top of the snow and continuing to run like a maniac.

Through all of this it was probably 13 or 15 degrees Fahrenheit out there, so I spent yesterday feeling like death warmed over and left to congeal again.

Today I’ve only felt like death warmed over, so not quite as bad, although it still hurts to breathe. (We had a snow day today so at least I didn’t have to go to work.) Since I felt semi-alive today I got chapter breaks put into the book that didn’t have any. I’m pretty sure they’re temporary and will move a lot.

Anyhow, I’m back to work tomorrow (or so my checkbook hopes) and am finally back on track with getting the Academy of the Accord ready to print for editing and concordance-creating.

Here’s hoping the momentum continues.

 

 

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Sunday Snippet, February 21, 2021

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I’m posting from my current writing WiP, Song and Shadow, a prequel to Song and Sword. It’s a rough draft and I still don’t have an actual outline for it so it’s going to be a fun ride.

Picking up from last week’s snippet.

“Princes don’t have friends.”

“Why not?”

“Because friends… Friends are equals, and no one treats me like one. They are either busy bowing and scraping and catering to me or else they are like the palace guard and barely tolerate my presence.” He shook his head. “I wish you could help me, but I fear I do not know how to pay the price. I have no idea what friendship really is, let alone what it means.”

“Then perhaps I can help you with that as well, Prince Hierik.”

“Why?”

“Why?” Pashevel’s response was gentle, curious.

“Why would you want to help me? And be my friend? What favor do you want from it later?”

“Only friendship, Your Highness. Only friendship.”

 

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Sunday Snippet, February 14, 2021

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I’m posting from my current writing WiP, Song and Shadow, a prequel to Song and Sword. It’s a rough draft and I still don’t have an actual outline for it so it’s going to be a fun ride.

Picking up from last week’s snippet.

“I can help you, if you want me to.”

“How? And at what cost?”

“By teaching you to act the part until it becomes second nature to you. As for the cost…” He let his voice trail off for a moment, and shrugged. “You may find it too high, or perhaps not high enough.”

“What is it?”

“Friendship.”

“Friendship.” Hierik echoed the word as it echoed in his mind. He shook his head. “Princes don’t have friends.”

 

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Tips Appreciated

(No, this is not a plea for money. But on the other hand, if you do happen to have an extra million or two in petty cash that you don’t know what to do with…)

Due to a variety of factors I have multiple versions of pretty much every novel I’ve ever started, stored in a variety of places.

What led to this?

Well, it mostly started when my PC’s power supply went snap-crackle-pop, resulting a large amount of panic until my local computer tech managed to salvage my hard drive and transfer all my files onto a thumb drive.

Some of the stuff from that thumb drive (primarily my Academy of the Accord series and the Elven Bard novels) has been moved to my laptop.

Various versions of the Academy of the Accord books exist on my laptop and on multiple thumb drives, making it really hard to find what I’m looking for.

It doesn’t help that I tend to save every new version under a slightly different name:

AotA Bk1
AotA Bk1 1st Edits
AotA Bk1 for Beta
etc.

Now multiply that times the 13 books in the main series and a prequel. And then there are outtakes, stuff to add in, ideas for short side stories… Oh, and let’s not forget the “to print” versions, where I change to a size 10 font (instead of 14) and make sure that each chapter starts on a new page.

And that’s just one series.

Yeah, it’s a hot mess.

I’m currently trying to corral and merge all versions of the Academy of the Accord books onto one thumb drive, which I will find a way to label. (Unlabeled thumb drives are also part of the problem because I have no idea what each one holds.)

So, my question is…

Is there anyone else out there with this or a similar problem? Solutions? Suggestions?

I can’t be the only one. I mean, there is this mug that tells me I’m not alone, at least in the multiple versions department.

 

(I do own this mug, but the image is from a Google search.)

 

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Sunday Snippet, February 7, 2021

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I’m posting from my current writing WiP, Song and Shadow, a prequel to Song and Sword. It’s a rough draft and I still don’t have an actual outline for it so it’s going to be a fun ride.

Picking up from last week’s snippet.

Hierik sighed and looked down at the table. “They’re right. I’m worthless. My own father thinks so, although he doesn’t come right out and say it, not even to me, let alone publicly.” He looked up again and frowned. “Why aren’t you sitting?”

“You never told me if I could join you.”

“Please,” Hierik said, and Pashevel bowed again.

“Thank you, Your Highness.”

“Hierik. I don’t feel very royal.”

“And that,” Pashevel replied as he hooked a stool with one foot and drew it toward the table, “is part of the problem.” He sat down across from him and held his gaze. “I can help you, if you want me to.”

 

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Sunday Snippet, January 31, 2021

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I’m posting from my current writing WiP, Song and Shadow, a prequel to Song and Sword. It’s a rough draft and I still don’t have an actual outline for it so it’s going to be a fun ride.

Picking up from last week’s snippet.

“May I join you, Your Highness?”

The boy looked up, startled. “You – you’re the Bard.”

Pashevel bowed in acknowledgement, a soft smile playing over his lips. “Pashevel,” he said.

“Hierik. But you already knew that.” His eyes narrowed in suspicion. “How did you know that?”

Pashevel shrugged. “As you said, I’m a Bard. Noticing things – reading people – is a large part of what I do. And I heard their comments,” he nodded toward the others in the tavern, and especially the palace guard, who were paying them no mind, “and I noticed that they were pitched – deliberately pitched – so that you could hear them. And I saw your reactions to them. It wasn’t hard to figure out that you were the one they were talking about.”

 

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Over Booked

No, this has nothing to do with the overcrowding on my bookshelves. (Although it would be appropriate…)

It also has nothing to do with my ever-growing list of Works In Progress and Plot Bunnies. (Although it would probably be even more appropriate…)

No, this time it has to do with scheduling.

I know I always give myself a bigger list of things to do than any thirteen people could accomplish, but now I’ve gone and overbooked myself for Friday.

I had made (tentative) plans to go to my mother’s to get help with that damned waffle stitch scarf (that looks more like a lumpy pancake than a waffle), but then I realized that the month is almost over and I have to get my car inspected. No problem. Inspection, trip to my mother’s, done.

But when I was entering the inspection appointment into the calendar on my phone I realized that Friday is also the day of my second Covid vaccine and now I need to be in three places at once.

Meanwhile, as far as writing and such goes, I am making progress. Slow progress, but progress nonetheless. I fixed up the scene that I thought I’d already put into Book One of the Academy of the Accord series and hope to get it inserted before the week is out.

I’ve also come to the conclusion that I make my goals too big sometimes, and then they feel overwhelming and don’t happen. Like “Enter changes to Onyx Sun.” That’s a big project. I think I need to reword it to “Enter changes to one chapter of Onyx Sun every day.” That’s a lot less scary.

I’ve also come to the conclusion that I really need to stop and make an outline of some sort for Song and Shadow. I have no idea what’s going to happen and only a vague idea of who the Big Bad is and even less of an idea about how the reveal is going to go.

And while I’m working on the outline I should start a series bible.

*sigh* Here I go. Overbooking myself again…

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Sunday Snippet, January 24, 2021

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I’m posting from my current writing WiP, Song and Shadow, a prequel to Song and Sword. It’s a rough draft and I still don’t have an actual outline for it so it’s going to be a fun ride.

Picking up from last week’s snippet.

But it wasn’t just the words that Pashevel noticed. He also saw their effect on a young man – little more than a boy, actually – who sat alone in a back corner of the tavern. The speakers, he noticed, were making sure that they spoke loudly enough for him to hear, and he was wincing at each statement.

“He won’t be on the throne long,” someone predicted. “He’ll be overthrown because he won’t stop those who talk treason.”

The lone figure flushed and Pashevel returned to the stage, led a couple more songs, then took a break.

 

“May I join you, Your Highness?”

 

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