Maybe a New Novel ...

You may have noticed I have a new progress meter button on the lower side of my blog.


It's for what will, hopefully, be my third novel, tentatively titled Daughter of the Wind and Waves. I had originally intended for my first historical novel to be a sequel to The Selkie Wife
set during the French Revolution, but ultimately, I decided I wanted to work in the Tudor time period, with which I'm more comfortable, but I still wanted to write another selkie story.

This one will be set during the reign of Henry VIII. I'm really excited about these characters. They say that an author always falls in love with their own characters, but aside from Edward in Writen in the Stars, it hasn't been my experience. In this case, however, I am becoming extremely fond of my selkie heroine. She's sweet, spunky, and enthusiastic about her new life in the human word.

I'm working without a net on this one. This will be my first full-length project that I haven't already "written" in my head. It's a little scary and a little exhilarating, all at the same time. I'm just hoping that my muse remains kind and doesn't arbitrarily decide, "Nahh, you're going to go work on something else." (She did it to me during Savior and I spent three terrifying days waiting for her to turn her fickle attention back to that story, unsure if I'd be able to finish it.)


So, wish me luck on my new adventure.




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  1. So, you've had a few days, how's the muse treating you? Making you slave away over the keyboard?

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    1. I haven't gotten to write on it as much as I'd like because of the editing I've had to do.

      So far, she's treating me pretty well. She's given me a rough outline of the plot and every now and then pops up to suggest a scene or a few lines of dialogue, though her favorite time to do so appears to be when I'm juuuust about to fall asleep. I always have to force myself to turn on the lamp and get out my notebook because I've learned the hard way that no matter how hard I try, I won't be able to remember it in the morning.

      It hasn't been a burning flash of inspiration (or "compulsion", which might be a better way of putting it), for which I am grateful. It's coming at a slow, trickling pace, suited to the amount of time I've had available to work on it.

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