lynnoconnacht: A brown-haired girl in a gingham dress looking at the viewer over her shoulder. (!Me blue default)

It has… been a while, hasn’t it? Wow. I’m bad at updates. In my defense, I’ve actually spent the time prepping Rapunzel, Rapunzel and doing other writing related things that I’d originally planned for December in hopes of spreading some good news and cheer.

But I am back and I’m still on track with NaNoWriMo writing goals! (Albeit because I’m following the “this is how editing counts for my writing” rule.) So now that I’m back on track, mostly, let me give you another snippet. This time we get Fili’s pov! This is also the part where my mental outline started to fall into a bajillion pieces, so this is a fair bit rougher than the rest.

Oh, and the full word count for DemiPrincess1 stands at 49,964. This would’ve been even more awesome if I’d started NaNoWriMo at 0. Alas, I did not.

For context: Felicity was ill when she went out into the stables and encountered Fili again. That’s the encounter they’re talking about here.

“Hey, are you listening?” Vaylèn asked.

“What? Yeah, sorry. I was just thinking about the princess. I was the one who found her, you know.”


I hadn’t been looking at Vaylèn, but I could feel him sitting down beside me and pressing close, conspiratorial. His blond curls pressed against my cheek, that’s how close he was to be able to get the information I had before anyone else could. “Hey,” I said, shifting away a little and pushing Vaylèn slightly to the side. He moved with the grace of an angry cat, my thigh cool where his leg’d pressed against it just that little bit. I didn’t like it when people were that close to me. Made me uncomfortable. Even Linna knows better than to cuddle up that close without warning. I don’t need much, but it helps even so.


I patted his shoulder awkwardly.

“What was she like?”

“You mean, what she looked like? Pale. Not that fancy-lady pale, but death-pale. I didn’t talk to her much, Vay. Just saw she was looking ill and went for Lord Good-nature.” I told him what I felt I could without getting into trouble. Nothing about spending the night teaching her about the land and the way she revelled in something as tiny as spotting a dropped acorn. I couldn’t tell him all that much. Just about today. Just that she’d seemed out of sorts. Takes a lot to get a person to brush a pony the wrong way. Assuming they didn’t figure it out the first time to start with, anyway. Some folks I think they just want to be dumb, don’t even try. I didn’t tell Vaylèn about the times I’d seen the princess in the stables with Lord Good-nature. Most of that was known, but little special. Lord Good-nature just got help from whoever was there at the time. I didn’t tell him I’d first met the princess while she was trying to sneak out, trying to be all prim and proper-like. No one knew about that. I was going to keep it that way. When I was done, I said, “You owe me for this now, you hear.”

Vaylèn nodded so fast I thought his curls might just bounce off his shoulders and onto the ground. “Give the word,” he said, “and I’ll make it happen.”

He was talking about food. He had about as much pull as I did, but being related to the cook meant I’d be able to cash in on leftover delicacies or first dibs on festival food.

“Thanks,” I said and got up. The bridle in my hands had been forgotten and I set it down to return to later. “Come on. Let’s get that food. I’ll finish this up later.”

“Oh!” Vaylèn loved his food and even in the light of the stables, you could see his face brighten at the memory, and then crumble into the shadows around him again. “It’ll be gone now.”

“Not all of it.” I grinned and reached over to ruffle his curls. Vaylèn ducked and batted my hand away, laughing.

“Race you,” I said. Not that we had any intention of running in the stables. We kind of… hastened our pace, but we didn’t run until we got outside and had closed the doors. Then we pelted through the starting rain and down to the kitchens and through to reach the communal dining area.

It smelled like heaven.

Like I said, it’s rough. But I like Vaylèn. He’s very enthusiastic and I look forward to learning more about him. I know why their interactions are reading so awkward here and it’s not all me being rubbish at description, but it’s something that can wait until revisions to be properly addressed.

Also, yes, this is the boys talking about the girls. (IT WAS ONLY FAIR.) *prods them* Make sense. Oh, I can’t wait to revise this! (No, wait. I can. I can’t wait to finish the novel and get to revising it.)

But first I may or may not to get to write a kelpie. In the stables. With lots of there-is-a-predator-frightened horses. And now I almost certainly will need to write that. THIS IS GOING TO BE THE BEST. *cowers in fear* And just because it’s been a while since I’ve given you this particular complaint about this story: I KNOW NOTHING OF HORSES. WHY DID YOU NEED TO BE A STABLE BOY, FILI?! YOU COULD’VE BEEN A COOK!

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lynnoconnacht: A brown-haired girl in a gingham dress looking at the viewer over her shoulder. (!Me blue default)

Right. Now that I’m sort of functional and have caught up on much needed sleep after the weekend’s bout of sick, let me give you all the snippet that I’d wanted to give you earlier and did not have the brain to. Because I like it. And also because I’m actually having a lot of fun deliberately writing an ace spec character rather than because it’s the characters I generally lean to.

This is a relatively long snippet, though I’ve done my best to cut out most of Felicity’s unrelated musings. This, by the by, is the Bechdel Fail scene. It’s Sionen’s fault! Everything would have been perfectly fine, but the girl’s got priorities. *sigh*

Currently, I’m working in Fili’s pov rather than Felicity’s which seems to be slowing me down somewhat. (Yay, research I need to redo because my brain is a sieve? I did get past the point of research because it’s Plot Unrelated and more character building I can add later, so that’s good.) But yes, that is where I am. I think that, for the first book in the set, I’m about 30K from the end for this draft, so it’ll balloon up into the length I want in revision later. I’m so excited about that! It’s so much fun to work on this story and with these characters. And soon(ish), I’ll be able to move onto the second part! Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!! So much fun! (Wait. I need to come up with multiple book titles and a series title now. Aaaaaaah! This is one of the Hard To Title stories too. T_T Aaaaaaah!)

Anyway, I should get back to that. I’m still on track for daily targets, but still behind where I ideally wanted to be given the week.

But hey have Felicity struggling to understand what Sionen is on about. Also watch her hide her complete and utter confusion in grumpiness. This is set right after Felicity’s first nighly trip out of the castle, and she’s particularly excited to tell Sionen about it. Sionen has… rather different priorities because of course she does.

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lynnoconnacht: A brown-haired girl in a gingham dress looking at the viewer over her shoulder. (!Me blue default)

Yep. We’re doing sporadic NaNoWriMo updates! Today you get two updates for the price of one! Well, sort of. Let’s talk some general stuff first just because it makes a nice introduction.

November is NaNoWriMo month! I’ve spent the past couple of years being a NaNo Rebel in some form or another. This year is, technically, no exception since I’m continuing an existing story. It’s a big story that’ll be at least a trilogy from the looks of it, so my goals for this NaNoWriMo rebellion are simple: Finish the first book-length part and get as far into the next one as I possibly can. You can see my book-specific stats on the main page. We’re at 40K+ right now and that’s about half of what I’d expect the story to be, length-wise.

The story I’m working on is my demisexual fantasy romance story that I’ve been talking about for aaaaages and still haven’t finished. >> TO BE FAIR ON ME, I was trying to stuff three books’ worth of material into a single 60K story and THAT DOES NOT WORK DO NOT TRY IT AT HOME. Or, you know, do if that’s what you really want. I hope it works better for you than it did for me. ^_^ Anyway. That’s where I’m at in general, so let’s go look at the days.

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lynnoconnacht: A brown-haired girl in a gingham dress looking at the viewer over her shoulder. (!Me blue default)

I know I’m still super-terrible at keeping people in the loop regarding where my writing projects are at the moment, so… Let’s actually do an update now that I actually manage to find words to say things. >> I’m not good at this whole self-promotion business. T_T Other people, yes. I enjoy shouting their names off rooftops (on that note, Cheryl Mahoney released a new book, The Lioness and the Spellspinners, and Becca Lusher recently released the next of her Overworld shorts, Facing the Hurricane. Check them out!)

But this post is all about me. So… first of all… I’m running a special seasonal promo for The Passage of Pearl. It’s $0.99 (or 2 dollars off) for the rest of October. If you’re looking for a quick, scary read… Check it out!

I’ve also managed to figure out how to get The Princess who Didn’t Have Cake price-matched on Amazon, so now it is permafree everywhere. WHOOHOO! I’m so glad that I managed to figure that out! (It actually turned out to be pretty easy, but wow do they hide that price match contact us option deeply.)

I’ve decided that there’ll be no serial next year. I don’t have anything that’s suitable for it at the moment and we all know that if I try to serialise anything that’s not at least halfway finished before I start that I’ll end up going on hiatus right in the middle and no one wants that. (Or at least I don’t and I’m writing them, so.)

Speaking of next year! I’ve got PIP lined up for publication in early 2017. It needs some more tweaking and finalising and I’m pondering whether to try and experiment with availability and/or preordering options. That’s just a little too far into the future, though. It most likely will, however, be released in ebook and print at the same time. Yay!

And speaking of print books, I’m done fiddling with the print versions of A Promise Broken and Feather by Feather and Other Stories! They’re not published yet, so if you really wanted a print copy of them, don’t go rushing off to stores just yet! I’ll be releasing them in November and December respectively, so each can get a moment to shine.

Feather by Feather and Other Stories will get a second edition with a few added extras. This will also be the time when I reset the price, so if you want the (first edition) ebook cheaply, get it before December! It’ll also come with a new cover, so if you love Anna’s art as much as I do and way it to grace your ereader, again, get it before December.

But there we are. I have almost done what I set out to do this year! And then I accomplished a bit more. November is looming and I’d like to try a proper NaNoWriMo again. For a given value of ‘proper’ since I’m not planning on starting anything new. My plan is to continue working on DemiPrincess and get 50,000 words of that added to it. I’m thinking since it seems to like the trilogy format that it’ll want to be around 240 words, so I’ve got plenty to work on! Once November starts, I’ll be updating the word count on the front page. Probably on a weekly basis, but I’ll do my best to check in every day and share snippets. (Because that worked so well last year.) The rest of October’s writing time will be dedicated to finishing up the last bits of “I changed fundamental parts of the setting, let’s rewrite it all” and the nonfiction projects of my bilingual HEX read and the Sailor Moon (re)watch. I’ll be focusing on HEX, though. I really want to try and finish it completely before January. I also need to write one last Design Adventures post for these final proofs, of course.

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lynnoconnacht: A brown-haired girl in a gingham dress looking at the viewer over her shoulder. (!Me blue default)

I HAVE TRIUMPHED! NaNoWriMo 2015 has come to an end (well, okay, not just yet), and I am VICTORIOUS despite everything in the second half of the month going wrong.

As of this writing, I have squeaked past the 50,000 words of my NaNoWriMo Rebelling month at 50,915 words. And I quit writing in the middle of the scene because I needed a bit of a break. (I.e. I can actually make it to fitness if I hurry up and write this entry quickly.)

I’m surprised to find myself having stuck to working on a single project. Most of my NaNoWriMo rebelling centred around rekeying just about everything I’d previously written. I’d have loved to have gotten further along in the story by adding 50,000 words of new scenes, but I’m afraid I’ve only got to about 40K of novel rather than the 65K I would’ve had to have ended up with. (My maths, it may be faulty.) But! The story is moving along and actual plot is happening.

I may tear it out entirely. I’ve reached another point where something is bothering me and I want to fix it before I go on, so that I don’t toss out a bajillion pages of narrative as no longer applicable. But hey I think I’m slowly reaching the halfway point? Maybe? I don’t know? I’m reaching a point where the action picks up and things start happening, anyway. Again, something about it is bothering me and it’s all too new for me to have figured out what. I think it’s just tone and execution, possibly build-up, more than “ZOMG! Wrong direction entirely!” so that’s good.

Here, have the final scene of NaNoWriMo scene-sharing. I may or may not keep it up in December.

I would be lying if I said that I did not remember much of the trip back to the castle. As a child, they felt like my final moments of freedom before returning to my confinement. How could I forget them? But I do not recall anything of particular significance happening. The stable boy still called me this way or that to show me something. He only once steered me away from my path deliberately, and it was easy enough to see why once he’d done so. I savoured those moments. I savour them still and find that these, more than any other moments in my childhood, are ones that I wish to keep to myself. There is nothing untoward in them. It merely does not feel right for me to share those moments with strangers, even like this. Besides, if my life has passed into story should I not allow the tellers some space for mysteries of their own invention?

Back at the castle, I did express my desire to go out again and I was delighted to hear the stable boy agree to take me. I did not know when or how to find him at the time, but I was young and confident, and I had felt the weight of my life’s expectations settle around my shoulders once more. I was home. I would be Princess Chrysanthemum come morning, come whenever I could find myself back in skirts or whenever I ran into someone asking me what I was doing wandering around the castle so late. Other people, I knew, were allowed to go wherever they wanted, to do whatever they wanted, if they woke up at night. I knew father would often continue his work, but I? I was supposed to stay confined in my rooms and to call for someone if I wanted something fetched from elsewhere.

I think almost everyone knew that I did not listen particularly well to that, though I was careful to restrict my movements between the small library and the kitchens. That way I could have the freedom I wanted and I would not scare everyone unduly by only having a few places in which I could be if it were ever necessary to look for me. It did not please mother, nor I imagine the guards, but it was a compromise that we could all live with.

I dared not think what mother would do if she discovered her daughter sneaking around the castle corridors in pants, so I sneaked back to my room, even ducking behind a tapestry where I knew a servant’s entrance was to avoid a patrolling guard. I made it unscathed and disrobed as quickly and quietly as I could before snuggling back into bed.

Next up: working on finishing this and one again multitasking by working on all the other pieces I have on my plate. XD

Hope everyone had a good November (or at least one better than mine) and is going to have a great December! Did you join NaNoWriMo 2015? How’d it go? Any favourite scenes in your stories?

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lynnoconnacht: A brown-haired girl in a gingham dress looking at the viewer over her shoulder. (!Me blue default)

It has… been a while since I’ve done a proper NaNoWriMo 2015 update. My life’s been a bit topsy-turvy the past few days. They’re not bad reasons for the most part, but they’re not the best reasons either and I’d prefer not to dwell on them too much. Onwards and upwards and this weekend turned out to be pretty good!

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lynnoconnacht: A brown-haired girl in a gingham dress looking at the viewer over her shoulder. (!Me blue default)

Links first! Then a brief NaNoWriMo update.

Elizabeth Barrette is hosting a half-price sale for poetry in her Polychrome Heroics setting. Diverse superhero poetry galore! There’s also a special offer where, if you pay $100 or more, you get way more poetry as an extra.

Becca Lusher has recently released The Crying Child, the second book of her Icarus Child series. She’ll also be making Sisters of Icarus available for free in the upcoming days.

Now NaNoWriMo!

I’ve been hit fairly hard with unexpected things in everyday life, up to and including several Bad Brain Days. I have written! Something! But today marks the first day where I’m actually behind on the official NaNoWriMo goal because I spent the past few days tackling unexpected events that couldn’t wait or curled up with a book because self-care. (That said, if I counted the book burble I wrote yesterday for NaNo, I would totally still be on track. Just, but on track.)

So, with that in mind, I sadly have no new snippet to share with you all today. Today also sees me taking on a fair bit more work than was originally planned, so we’ll see how that goes. Tomorrow sees my mornings fill up with yet more work-related things that I cannot put aside. Joy.

But! I am halfway there and since I don’t write daily and the days that I do write see me comfortably to super-comfortably over the daily word count, I might yet make it. I don’t know. Stupid fatigue issues. How am I supposed to make a living writing when life conspires to make me too tired to connect words into sensible order? ><

In more positive news, I am super-excited about Becca’s new book. It’s one I haven’t had anything to do with, so the whole story will be entirely new. I may (may!) practice making pretty and shiny things on books by friends, which I am excited about. (The basics I can do. It’s the flourishes and the pretties that I wasn’t taught.) So there are good things in my life too. Despite what the bad brain days say, it’s not all doom and gloom.

It is tiring, though. >>

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lynnoconnacht: A brown-haired girl in a gingham dress looking at the viewer over her shoulder. (!Me blue default)

And then I fell off the writing wagon again for a few days. Yesterday was just filled to the brim with errands and when I could sit down to work on anything, not even “Just one sentence” managed to get anything written. It was… the kind of day I was dreading having in November. The kind of day where I had nothing but my brain to blame for not writing and perhaps not even that. Perhaps just imposter syndrome.

Today… did not help with the latter fears because damn. It’s been good so far today. I’d managed to rebuild some of my buffer in my last update. I had enough that I could, theoretically, take the two days off without writing anything and be fine as long as I wrote something today.

Did I ever. So far, my word count stands at 8,000+ for the day and it’s not over yet. I do need to leave the computer soon to get ready for my dayjob/dayhobby and I’ve just been handed more hours. (Because I really wanted more hours in my evening dedicated to working that job! Mixed blessings, mixed blessings.) That’s why I’m updating right now and not nearer the end of my day.

I am… gobsmacked at today’s writing session. Yes, much of it was still completely reworking stuff I’d already rewritten to include the scenes and information I condensed the first time around, but.

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lynnoconnacht: A brown-haired girl in a gingham dress looking at the viewer over her shoulder. (!Me blue default)

Today saw me worse off than yesterday. Meaning I spent most of it asleep and/or too nauseous to sit at a computer, but I seem to be past the worst of the cold now. (Good, I have stuff I need to do on Monday that need to be done on said Monday.)

But! Once I started to feel better again, I managed to write another scene. Made a fair few changes, not that anyone save a grand total of two people will know what I’ve changed in the first place. I’m not doing so well at this talking about the writing thing that’s half the reason I’m sharing excerpts this month, am I?

Um, um, um. This was supposed to be a sweet, fluffy little demisexual romance of not a whole lot of seriousness and I’m not sure where it’s going now. It’ll still be a sweet, fluffy romance, but it seems to be wanting a bit more present setting than I’d anticipated on it having? Insofar as that makes sense. I’m mostly just trying to get back to the fluffy romance bit and not the princess-in-training bits, although if I could get some of the additional information into it that would be nice. I was having fun playing with fairytales and now she’s not letting me get the information into the narratives. *sulks*

Anyway! Today’s excerpt.

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lynnoconnacht: A brown-haired girl in a gingham dress looking at the viewer over her shoulder. (!Me blue default)

Day 7! What happened to days 4-6, Lynn? Well, they got et by circumstances. Mostly a cold. I spent the past couple of days just about able to function of reading and interacting with people in any sensible way.

So I elected to make use of my existing buffer and focus on things that weren’t writing that needed doing anyway. Mostly this didn’t happen either, but hey I got to deal with the shinies of the new logo? There was that, at least! I elected to spend my down time trying to do some of the things that would need to be done anyway and didn’t require as much brain power/concentration as writing.

And today, after spending much of the day still dealing with the lingering effects of the cold, I finally wrote again. Huzzah! I wrote over 2,000 words, even, so I am faintly comfortably back on track. I have no idea if I like the words, but they’re written and at the moment I don’t actually hate them? Yet. I may hate them tomorrow. Or when I revise properly. But for now they’re okay.

Have an excerpt, then! Because excerpts are fun!

“My Eyljnî,” he said, and my body froze. I thought my heart would not beat again. No one ever used that name for me. It was always the formal form, Chrysanthemum, and never the intimate, the familiar address that my father used now. It had been years since I had heard it. I had grown accustomed to the idea that only Sionen ever used it and only, only, on rare occasion, when she desperately wanted to catch my intention or, more likely, to convey that what she was to say was strictly between us as friends. She was always proper, this way. And now here, in the flickering light of a hearth and sconces, my father had used it when he had never done so before.

“Yes, father?” I managed, though my voice was little more than a squeak, a whisper, a tiny thing. It was enough to convince my body that it could breathe again, that the world had not ended upon the utterance of a single word.

“Are you happy?”

It was not the question I had been expecting, though it has been so long and the moment so strange that I do not know what I was expecting. “Yes, father.” What else could I have said? “I believe so.”

And if you’re curious the actual amount of writing I’ve done for the story now stands at 9,047 words. This is below where NaNoWriMo would have me be if I weren’t rebelling, but I’m about to go back to rekeying a section that just requires more detailed expansion, so if I can get in a good day’s work tomorrow I should be back on track for this count as well.

And… that’s it for me. I’ve actually been having a fair bit of luck going to bed early. It’s possible that I should be working on my sleeping routine more and just accept that I’m better of as someone up so early she makes morning larks look like late risers. I’m not sure if I am, but it’s worth a try? Maybe? (I don’t want to be up that early, but, being poorly, it’s what I’ve been doing and it seems to be not that terrible for my energy levels?)

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