My plan was to write another Faerie Forest novelette—a short work, about 15,000 words, while I worked out a few plot points in my revision of Spellfire’s Kiss. Instead, what I discovered was a much longer story, a tale of family secrets and magical misdeeds that demands to be told. I know I need a few months to draft such a story, so the plan for the next couple months is to slowly allow this new story to unfold while I revise Spellfire’s Kiss so I can get it off to beta readers. I’d like to publish that one this fall, which means I need to get it to my editor by the summer so I have time for revisions.
Sometimes our stories surprise us, taking us down misty paths full of surprises. That’s the creative process, and the best thing to do is simply to allow our stories to whisper in our ear while we type madly away, letting the magic speak.
This week’s check-in:
Wrote 2,703 words in The Rogue Wore Red (working title). I spent a good deal of time trying to come up with a better title (that one is too Regency-sounding, I think), but nothing yet.
Finished reading The Crimson Spell by F. Goldsborough and started reading Caraval by Stephanie Garber. I’ve only read the first few chapters, but the writing is amazing so far!
When is the last time one of your works in progress surprised you? What happened? I’d love to hear from you!