Saturday, March 9, 2024

Winter, Part Deux

Our winter turned into something quite atypical as the weeks went by.  Very little snow, and very high average temperatures (as things go).  Right now it's early March, about 8C and raining, so that's unusual.  Or maybe it's the new 'usual'.  In any event, we're not frozen solid and there's nothing to shovel and/or scrape, so that's nice.

Writing is moving along very well.  The first book of the new trilogy is at 55000 words and counting.  I'm thinking the final count will come in somewhere around 90000, but from book to book I've been pretty consistently wrong on estimating that sort of thing.

In other news, I've recently joined (rejoined?) a local dungeons & dragons club for adults, and I'm looking forward to it more than I expected.  Last month was my first time attending, and I had a blast introducing the team to their new friend: Hiram Redleaf, the cleric who has had it up to here with his deity.  He's not even a religious person, as halflings go.  He thinks the gods are a bunch of thugs and bullies.  But at the same time, he's not an idiot: when a god tells you to do something, well, religious person or not, you do it.  I'm looking forward to providing updates on his adventures, assuming he doesn't get smited (smitten?) or otherwise falls victim to misadventure.  Three cheers for bad choices!

Tuesday, January 16, 2024

Yay, winter.

I'm not really the sort that loves winter sports.  Unless you count 'shovelling snow' or 'scraping the ice off the windshield', in which case... no, wait, I don't really love that either.  I suppose the right person could convince me to try tubing or snowshoeing or skiing, as long as when I'm done I have ready access to (a) drinks, (b) a fireplace, and (c) an ambulance.

Instead, I've been spending the winter so far surrounded by books.  I work part-time at the local libary, which has been great.  The patrons (and the staff, for that matter) are the most delightful collection of smart, friendly, and eccentric people.  

When I'm not there (and not shovelling/scraping/etc.) I'm locked away in my hovel, scribbling furiously away at the new series.  I'm 35000 words into the first book (so maybe halfway?) and it's going great.  It's the first draft, so naturally it's still quite rough and/or incoherent, but pages are filling up at comfortable pace.  Some new (and old) characters are starting to shine, and I'm having fun getting to know them.

For those of you who love winter, boy, are you in luck around here.  Go out and enjoy yourself.  When you get back, the drinks will be cold, the fire will have gone out, and the ambulance won't start.  But that's the magic of winter.  Isn't it?