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Ugly First Draft

Not all that you  write is going to be beautiful. Sometimes when you get the words down on
the page you do not see the mistakes you’ve made or the words you’ve missed. It is when you read the paragraph or page back you realize what a mess you’ve made.

A mess yes but something that is able to be fixed.myquote

You can’t fix something that isn’t written down and that’s why in a strange way I love ugly writing. Most of my first draft is made up of nonsensical sentences or half-finished ideas. When I read it back I know the words don’t flow and the images don’t work. To those listening to me read aloud probably believe I have no actual writing skills.

I accept that. I understand.

Everyone has their own process… but when you hear the nonsense I’m sputtering out I hear potential. Those images that don’t work are being painted before my eyes and those words that don’t flow begin to grow.

First drafts are meant to be ugly. They are to show you the potential of the story you’re creating. It’s when you put the work in, make the changes you need to fit the pieces all together, that you realize your words were never ugly – they were the duckling growing into a swan.

UPDATE: Yeah… it’s been a while

I know… I’m a terrible updater… but at least I’m doing this now.

Some of you know I’ve moved.

The place is bigger. Neighbours are quieter. Area is nicer! All bonuses.

It is also closer to family, which I like since I haven’t seen some of them for six-seven years. I also have a lot of free time now that I’m unemployed to work on my blog and work on my second book – so yay!

Since I’m unemployed and I want to start the publishing process in June (4 ish months away) I’ve been looking at other ways to get the money I need to pay for this process.

As mentioned HERE – I was considering crowd-funding but have since chosen to go the patron route of Patreon. At the moment I’m still working out the kinks for that – like the payment process since I’m not an American citizen – but I’ll let you know when it is up and running.

Patron levels start at $1 and will be once a month – since if I did per story I wouldn’t have any patrons because I know I can write like crazy… so this is best for all of us.

Book Two Draft One is Complete!!

This is both exciting and nerve racking at the same time. I love the draft writing process and dread the editing process… but it is something that needs to be done. At the moment I am going through part by part making sure everything flows and I don’t spot any obvious plot holes… this is also where I like to cut out a lot of words like: before, believed, assumed, needed, need, like, looked, was, been, had, and as.

I will put this book through a third review before June where I’ll send it to my editor for final touch-ups. The third review will be where I add more description, strengthen the dialogue, ensure my characters are betrayed the way I want them to be, and do my last spell/grammar check.

There is still a lot I need to do but it is a process I am now familiar with.

I see the light at the end of the tunnel!

With that all said, I believe I have caught you all up with what’s going on. Hopefully I will post another update again… probably will when it comes to announcing the opening of my Patreon.

All right… toodles for now!

 

 

UPDATE: So close I can taste it!!

Oh my god! First draft of book two is almost complete. I don’t think I am able to handle how amazing that feels. Although I’m freaking out on the inside I know I have to keep reminding myself to Keep Calm It’s Only The First Draft.

It is helpful to remind myself that I can still edit and change everything… that I didn’t type my draft in stone… but it still makes my perfectionist inside me scream whenever I have to force myself to “leave this to fix in the second revision”. XD

I don’t want a second revision! Drafts are fun! Editing is terrible… editing drives me up the wall! You can’t make me edit – nope. Not going to happen!

That is a lot of exclamation marks… and yes – unfortunately as much as I hate editing it will be done because the world knows I need to do it. Just let me have my moment of hating the world and now let us move on.

Onward we go.

All right, so this is where I’m at right now in the first draft of book two:

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What I had planned was about 80,000 words for the book. Meaning I only have 30,000 words left and that is just awesome! I can see the end approaching with each word I type. My characters are slowly winding down and all the chaos has concluded. Man, it will be great when it is actually done. I may actually take a break.

Phsssh – like I’d take a break.

That’s what I said when I finished book one’s first draft and when I finished editing book one… and when I published book one…

I just keep lying to myself… what will I learn that breaks just don’t exist in my reality…

Okay, so asides from that I have been thinking long and hard on if I want to change the name of the second book. My original plan was to keep with the Child of the ________ theme I started with, but my mind has been coming up with other names that would – in my mind – work so much better with the story I’m telling. Sure, there is going to be a Child of the Water in book two – the series follows the discovery of all Six children of prophecy – but there is more to it than just the child…

I don’t know. What do you think?

Also, I’m looking for ideas on what I can post in regards to the books/ series. Anything you want to know about the world, characters, cultures – let me know in the comments before and I’ll look at creating posts focusing around those. 🙂

 

Okay, I believe I’ve typed enough for now. Everyone have a wonderful and safe weekend.

Toodles,

Deanna

Snippet from Book 2: Emery and the Keepers

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WARNING: Before reading this I would like to let you know that this has not gone through the editing process. This may change when going through the final review of the book before publishing. May edit this later when I’ve gotten some sleep. With that said, I really like this part of the book and I hope you will enjoy it.  🙂

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Walking down the uneven wooden steps leading down to the rocky shore, Liora made her way to the rushing white water. The current was strong. No doubt it was powerful enough to wash away a tree yet alone a person with no issues.

It was hard to keep her balance on the uneven ground but after getting her footing flat atop two rocks she crossed her arms, taking a breath to admire the view. The dam was no longer in one piece. The center of the large wall had collapsed. A pile of uneven pieces were along upper level of the shoreline. There were no fishermen on the plateaus. The only people that seemed to be part of the village were those behind her carrying on their days.

“You!”

Liora spun around to see the white haired girl two paces away. Her lavender eyes were wide, her jaw a jar.

“Me?” Liora was unsure why the girl sounded so shocked.

“You can’t be here… you can’t be real… you – you’re a dream,” the girl stuttered.

“I assure you I’m as real as you are… although I should be the one surprised since I saw you in my dream,” Liora stated, noticing the girl’s light brow wince. “Then again… I’m starting to get used to strange things in my dreams… since I’m a seer.”

“Seer?” the girl’s face scrunched at the word.

“A northern word for – you know what never mind… I’m here to help you,” Liora waved her hand before taking a step towards the girl who took a step back.

“Help me? I don’t even know who you are,” she snipped, looking around again, “you shouldn’t even be here… yo…you need to leave. Now.”

“Hey, I just got here. I’m here ’cause you asked me for help,” Liora stated. The girl shook her head.

“Again, I don’t know what you’re talking about. I didn’t ask for help. I don’t know who you are. You have to leave now before they find out you’re here!” the girl hurried towards Liora, turning her around before pushing on her back towards the other set of stairs leading to the bridge which led back to the forest.

“No, wait!” Liora resisted.

“No time!”

“Yes, time,” Liora spun to the side, watching the girl stumble forward catching herself as she gave Liora a glare. “What’s your name? Who are they? Why is there no time?”

“Do you always ask questions at inconvenient moments or are you being difficult because you just don’t like taking orders?” the white haired girl snipped, crossing her arms.

“That’s not answering my questions,” Liora glared.

They stood there for a moment in silence. The strange girl was taller than Liora had first expected her to be. Almost half a head taller than she was.

“Emery,” she sighed, looking to the side, “my name’s Emery.”

“See, now was that really that hard?” Liora asked, giving a smirk. “I’m Liora – but people call me Li.”

“Well, Liora, as much as I’d love to discuss in full and complete detail as to why you’ve decided to come here, you need to le–“

There came a rumbling of thunder as Liora turned in the direction of the dam. The dam was gone the water was low, there was no risk of the flood she had dreamed of. The sky was clear and there didn’t look to be a storm rolling over the mountains.

“Damn it…” Emery leapt, grabbing Liora’s hand. “They know you’re here– if they find you.”

“They’ll kill me?” Liora asked, watching the girl peer back.

“If you’re lucky!” Emery pulled Liora up the steps back towards the bridge leading into the city from the forest.

Halfway up, Emery halted, moving down one step at spotting who stood above them. There were two figures dressed in robes. They had been the people from her dream.

There was a woman on the left whose blonde hair escape the hood of her robe. Her eyes were shadowed but there was a smile on her lips that made Liora’s skin crawl. Beside the woman was a man, who chose not to hide his face from them. His brown eyes and messy hair reminded her of Pellar – though this man was better dress sharing a similar unnerving smile.

“Em, always trying to be the hero,” the woman said, while wagging her finger. Her black eyes were dark night as they peered down from the steps above.

“Pointless, pointless,” the man gave a full toothed grin.

Emery let go of Liora’s hand before glancing back. There was something in her lavender eyes that made Liora’s stomach flip.

“Run!” Emery shouted, charging the two adults before them as Liora tore passed.

The figures toppled to the ground as Emery lay on top of them, keeping them pinned. Liora took the steps two by two and when at the top she looked back down.

Emery was gone. The two figures were starting to stand as Liora bolted for the bridge. Liora wanted to turn back and question them but she couldn’t stop herself from running. Emery had wanted her to run and that’s what she was going to do.

Just as she reached the other side of the bridge her body shook as she toppled backwards onto her back. What had she hit?

There was no wall. There was nothing before her.

Standing, Liora put out her hand as she watched the air ripple like water before her. There was something there but she didn’t know what it was. It was like the air had turned solid… but that wasn’t possible. Such a phenomenon couldn’t exist. Unless…

“We won’t let you leave girl,” the man hissed.

Liora clenched her fists before turning to face the two standing, now in the middle of the bridge. She couldn’t run passed them. There was no other way around them either.

“Where’s Emery‽” Liora growled, taking a step towards them. “Where is she‽”

“Safe, I assure you,” the woman muttered, lifting a hand.

“And me… what are you going to do to me?” Liora’s voice wavered, as she forced down the tears welling up in the corner of her eyes. Her nails dug into her palms distracting her from the fear and worry that bombarded her mind.

“Such a tone – you’re going to be our guest. It’s been a while since we’ve had one. We’ve wanted some entertainment for a while now,” the woman licked her teeth like a snake tasting the air.

Entertainment? Liora’s stomach churned at the sweetness in the woman’s voice. The way she had said it made Liora’s skin crawl and hair stand on end.

“I’ll leave. You don’t have to do anything,” Liora bartered.

The two strangers laughed.

“Nonsense, you’re one of us now,” they looked at each other, smiling ear to ear, “you will never leave.”

Liora turned back to the translucent wall, hitting her hands against it in hopes it would break open. Upon her second hit she heard a snapping of fingers from behind as the world faded to black.

Updates: Chapter 10!

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Completed Chapter 9 this morning and now I’m onto Chapter 10. Yay! Everything is coming together… I see the end in sight. XD

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