I love writing. I love a new challange but sometimes I bite off more than a chew. Last year I submitted a story idea for a steampunk anthology. It was just an idea, I didn’t have anything written for it but the idea was good and it got accepted.
I’ve always wanted to write steampunk, influenced by my favourite writers in the genre Sean Hayden and Nick Valentino. I loved how these guys created these worlds and I wanted to do the same.
Steampunk is not an easy genre to write. You’re constantly trying to create a realistic world. WIngs is the steampunk retelling of the ‘Six Swans’. The original storyline is only about six pages long, so I’ve had to elaborate on it a lot.
It’s also the first time I’ve written in third person. It hasn’t been the easiest example.
I’ve had the edits for a few months and it felt like I’d hit a brick wall. I’d even thought about rewriting the whole story. For the last few days something inside of me clicked and I’ve been ploughing through the edits. Deleted a few scenes which were useless and rewrote some of it, not all of it. I have one more week to finish it. My publisher/editor Karen L. Syed has been very understanding, it would feel slightly better if she threatened to kick my butt. I felt that I’ve taken to long with these first round of edits.
I want to get it finished before NaNo starts, since I’m apart of Entangled Publishing NaNo bootcamp. This is also the first time I’d have attempted sweet comtemporary. Let’s hope it isn’t proof of bitting off more than I can chew.
What is it about the beginning of the week that makes you want to pull out your hair and scream at the world? I have no idea but I’ve never had a monday when I’ve woken up and said ‘What a beautiful day, I feel as fresh as a daisy.’ What I do think is ‘Argh, what is that blinding light? Oh it’s the sun.’ and ‘I hope no-one tries to speak to me before I get my coffee.’
Anyway that’s enough about my hatred for the beginning of the week. This week, like every week is going to be busy. I’m just finishing up the first round of edits for my steampunk story, which is out in February with Echelon Press and I’m also working on a Resubmit for Evernight Publishing for their Romance on the Go line. All of this before November hits.
Does that make me crazy?
Well wrap me up in a straitjacket and put me in a padded cell. You’d be doing me a favor.
I talk about my son a lot, why? because frankly he is the most awesome little person I know and I like talking about him. Without wanting to quote a meerkat, it’s simples.
This year seems to be going really quickly, can you believe that it’s October already? I don’t. It’s Nathan’s birthday in November, originally it was supposed to be in October, he was due the day before Halloween, I would have loved a Halloween baby and I affectionally call him the monster anyway, but he decided that he wanted to be bang in the middle of Dads and Mums birthday. Typically awkward, just like his dad.
He’s a smart little boy, I don’t just say that because I’m his mother, I might be a little biased but he really is. At the moment he’s going through a dinosaur phase and we were playing Dinosaurs before bedtime. It’s funny playing with the minature dinosaurs that we brought for him. He’s favourite is called Bonehead, seriously I haven’t made that up. I have to go through a dinosaur book before bedtime and he always points out his favorite dinosaur.
Yesterday we were watching a magic trick on the television, it was a simple case of misdirection as the magician made a penny disappeared. When Nathan’s dad went to work Nathan picked up a pound coin that had fallen out of my pocket and a pen. He told me to watch as he clutched the pound in his hand and tapped it three times with the pen…He opened his hand…okay the pound was still there, he is only two after all, but he threw it over his head and looked at his hand. Where did it go Mummy?
Very Clever, I can’t wait to see what he does next.