After an alarming amount of scribbling, I've finished the latest edit for the current book, still called Six-Bits or some variant thereof. My next task is going to be to take all those scribbled edits and put them into the Word doc, to create the 4th draft. Or maybe it's the 5th. I'm not entirely sure how I should be counting these things.
Once that's done, I'm going to put the manuscript aside for a month or two so I can come back to it later with a fresh mind. In the meantime, I'll start working on my next project. Because I have to have a project on the go at all times. Or two. Or ten.
I'm leaning towards moving ahead with the outline for the sequel to Summoned, my one and only fantasy novel. I think Donza and Katryn have another story (or several) to tell, and I'm liking the idea of going back and visiting them.
As mentioned last time, I'm now involved in far too many other projects. I'm playing one online D&D game, one occasional in-person D&D game, I'm in one RPG podcast currently in production (details to follow), one online gaming stream (details to follow), and of course I'm DMing a weekly D&D game with the chuckleheads I've known since forever.
In the last session, the chuckleheads (who call themselves the 'Party of the Damned') were in a foreign city and happened upon a dinosaur race. There were four dinosaurs ready to go, and four party members. Also, betting on the race was encouraged. This all went much better once it was explained to them that, if all four of them raced, they could control the outcome of the race. As in, rig the race. As in, make large bets on yourself and get rich. They then proceeded to -- I kid you not -- spend half an hour arguing/discussing who was going to ride which dinosaur.
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| Bit of a pileup in Turn 1. Plus claws and teeth. |
When the race eventually happened, one of them took off ahead to win by a mile (as agreed) while the others either went nowhere, got into a fight, or were unseated and trying to survive being attacked by their own now-homicidal mount. As one does.
Sure, it all keeps us scrambling to improv what comes next. It keeps the creativity flowing. I think?
