This is the main character in the story the Crystal Crown which is one of the stories that make up The Tales of Asbaln. I’m going to be editing and releasing the stories separately and then I will collect them into a larger volume once I’m done.
“There was something before Lasti, something like a half-human, half-horse, but with the paws of a lion extending from its trunk and with the jaws of a lion open and roaring…”
I just finished writing out the original outline (after a fashion) for The Sword of Justice. I have a better idea of the general drive of the story.
The basic story? A lone battle-worn wizard takes on a former street urchin as an apprentice in his search for pieces of a sword of power.
Now I just need to fine tune the story. What I am seeing in this manuscript is that my dad was rushing to get to the next scene and was brushing over things that should have been described. What does this mean? It means that I now have a bunch of really cool scenes that I need to write in order to bolster the story. It also means that this may not be just one story. But that’s not for me to say yet. I still have to rewrite the outline to it’s shiny new version.
Eep! I really meant to write in here sooner, but at least I can say it was for a good reason that I haven’t.
I’ve been working on the outline for the manuscript for The Sword of Justice. Yes, the manuscript has already been written, but it needs to be reworked and that means starting at ground zero and rebuilding. I’m keeping most of the story, but I am going to be smoothing out the pacing and writing out some of the scenes which were glossed over but needed telling.
My current worry? That this may mean the book will be unwieldy and that I will have to break it up into smaller books. But that is getting ahead of myself. Right now? I just need to get the outline finished.
As I am working on formatting manuscripts (basically getting them so they are in English rather than computer OCR gibberish), I’ve come across several scenes in the stories which are triggering memories.
I remember hearing my father tell me some of these stories as bedtime stories when I was young.
I also remember being absolutely terrified as my father told me about the evil werewolves in one of the stories.
A werewolf of Alsban.
I am in a very lucky position in that I can do manuscript unboxings.
I hope that you enjoy this short video.
It’s the end of January and February is about to begin. What am I doing right now?
At the moment I am about to start unboxing another manuscript. This is a literal unboxing. I’ll show you what I mean in a quick video. The name of this story is called the Chronicles of Avantir I have no idea what it is about (mom, don’t tell me, I’ll find out as I read it).
But wait! Wasn’t I working on The Sword of Justice manuscript before Christmas?
What’s going on?
Well, I am getting the manuscript ready to send to an editor who I am hiring to help me make sure that I am on the right track with my edits.
As I have more updates on this manuscript, I’ll let you know.
It does seem like I am skipping around a lot on projects, but also bear in mind that these have all been written for the most part. Some of them just need more work than others. Also, as I’ve stated in a previous post, my process will be different from a writer. It will be more like an editor for many of the stories with the occasional writing foray into some of my father’s worlds. The work is just beginning.
Most editors follow a similar process. Reading through slush piles, reading the manuscript, marking up the manuscript and then waiting for the author to respond.
My process is much different.
I have the slush pile that are my dad’s manuscripts. Some of the manuscripts are submission-ready and just need some fine tune editing while some manuscripts are nothing more than a few notes scribbled down on a scrap piece of paper.
Before I can even begin to edit the manuscript, I have to convert it into a format that I can edit it with. My father used numerous different word processing methods from writing to typewriter to electric typewriter to computer. With the computer he used numerous different programs including WordPerfect and AppleWorks. I’ve had to hack into these files because they don’t directly load into modern software. They first get loaded into a text editor before they get copied and pasted into my final editing program (in this case, I’m using Scrivener).
Then I need to fix all of the formatting errors that crept in due to incompatible fonts and things that the text editor couldn’t read.
Then I mark up the manuscript and then I need to let it rest for a couple of weeks before I do the revisions. I try to think, not about what I would put into the story, but what would my dad write. What did my dad want to say. I’m not going to lie, I have had some one-sided screaming matches while editing the stories. It’s a process.
My final stage is to get crits and beta readers to go over the manuscript for a final review.
The process is a little more like being an archaeologist than an editor but it’s not your average editing process, that’s for sure.
I’ve just finished the first read through of the manuscript for the Sword of Justice.
My first impressions?
The concept is solid. A little reworking is necessary, but the general plot itself is solid. This means I can give it the go ahead to continue editing it, and after my faithful beta readers have had a chance to read it, it can be published!
I already have a fantastic idea for a cover and I can’t wait to start working on it.
I’ll give you all more tidbits as I work. Talk to you all very soon!
Yes, It’s been a month since the last time that I’ve posted here. That would be because I was working on other projects. But I’m putting those on hold while I shift back to focussing on writing and editing.
If you scroll back to the last couple of posts, you’ll know that I am currently editing “The Sword of Justice”
I’ll be working on this throughout the months of November and December, if you want more information about this and similar updates, I would recommend signing up for my newsletter.
November is Nanowrimo, which for most people means, time to write novels! I will be taking part, but like everything else, I won’t be doing things the regular way that everyone else is. I’m going to be using Nanowrimo, to help work on scheduling dedicated time in the day for writing and/or editing. That way, I’m hoping that I can just continue after November having that built in that habit. I already do this with comics I now just need to be able to do this reliably with editing and writing.
Now that I’ve done the housecleaning as they say, I feel the need to add something fun to this post, because you guys are here to read…or at least I hope that’s what you are here for….
I’m going to plunk in the passage from “The Sword of Justice” that drew me in and made me decide to work on this novel next:
Tregashin was a large city, as befitted the capital of a nation. It was also a busy place, even dangerous in some areas. The Inn of Hero’s Desire was close enough to the waterfront to be a little unsafe, but far enough away that the truly dangerous people were unlikely to be found there. On an evening in spring, Dharmen the Wizard found himself seated alone at a table in that inn, waiting for his supper, his back to the wall, watching what was happening all around. He was a youngish man for a Wizard, his brown hair greying slightly at the temples, a few white hairs in his beard. His nose was small and slightly upturned, his face broad, and he seemed almost a comical figure until one looked at his eyes. The eyes were hazel-coloured, with something in them which said that they had seen terrible things and felt little fear for mere Men.
There was a man across the room, a large man who looked like a labourer on the docks, who was buying ale for everyone, though he himself consumed little. Dharmen had been watching him and noticing that as the evening went on he appeared to get drunker and drunker. He was probably a spy, Dharmen decided, but it was difficult to say who he would be a spy for. He could find out, Dharmen was sure, but the risk of drawing unwanted attention to himself made it not worthwhile. He dropped his left hand casually to the large pouch at his belt, then brought the hand up again, clutching a thin wrist.
The wrist was connected on one side to a grubby hand clutching a small but very sharp knife, and on the other side to a skinny gangling youth, whose hair would have been blonde had it been clean. His face was thin his nose prominent, and in his eyes arrogance warred with fear.
Dharmen looked at him. “Sit down.”
He released the wrist, and the boy sat down. As he did so, the expression on his face became one of fear, for sitting down was one thing which he had no wish to do.
Dharmen smiled. “Yes, I am a Wizard. And no, you need have no fear of what I might change you into. I doubt if I will even turn you over to the Watch; seeing you safely locked up, with your crime witnessed, and all would require more time than I can spare.
“But can I turn you loose?” he continued, as though musing to himself. “What choice do I make, when even not to choose is a choice in itself?” He sighed, “So. I will take you along with me, hire you as my apprentice and servant. What do you say to that? With me, while you may not always be comfortable, I will promise that when I have food, so will you.”