Finally, after about a week of trying to finish one scene, the first draft is DONE. I’m really proud of this one. Weighing in at a sleek and slender 60k words almost on the nose. I’m debating another title change at this point, to Fenrir’s Boon, but I’m not sure about it yet. I’m going to let it fester… I mean sit for a few days at least before I start hacking it apart. I think the plot is pretty well settled, just a few things I have to go back and tweak. I’ll work on the description , loglines and such in the meantime. I’m excited.
How do you like the new look? I almost went with something a bit more girly, with flowers and such. I suppose it was the influence of spring. I looked at it the next day and realized that it just wasn’t me. That much pink on a daily basis would probably make me break out in hives. Plus considering what I write, cute little flowers might give the wrong impression.
As an amusing side note, when I took down the flowers the husband asked why and I responded with, “It was too girly.” He chuckled and said, “You are a girl.” I didn’t care much for his tone. It came out more like: “You are a girl.” Quite right, I’m glad he noticed… I decided to allow him to live–despite the slight to my honor–because he mentioned something after that about me being cute and well, I’m easily swayed.
Still one frustrating scene away from finishing up Broods. The site redesign was actually a clever attempt at procrastination that you can see worked swimmingly. I did housework earlier instead of writing, as shocking as that is. I am seriously going to finish it up today, even if the fight scene is crappy. I know there are going to be at least two more drafts, so it’s not like it has to stay that way. I’ll just writing something so that I can type “The End” and then say that it’s done. That’s the ticket.
Found an interesting link on Lexi Revellian’s blog for a site called FutureMe with an awesome concept. You can write an email to yourself to be sent whenever you choose in the future. You can also read anonymous selections from other people that they have chosen to make public. Browsing through there makes for some interesting reading.
Ryan’s word for 4/24 is bellicose which means aggressive or hostile. I wonder if his choice has anything to do with our girl conversation. Hmm. For some reason the word reminds me of Bela Lugosi. Let’s try out a picture of him as the featured image and see how that works, shall we? Image found here.
Over the weekend I wrote quite a lot. It felt good. I also finally got an idea where the end of Broods is going. I’m over 50k words right now, with possibly another 10k to go. I’m very excited. I was worried that I’d just have to keep writing after I’d passed my theoretical wordcount total and hope I could figure something out after. Now we’ll see if I can do the ending in my head justice.
In case you missed it in the comments of my rant post, the talented Jennifer Hudock started a Goodreads book club called Chicks with Swords. Where we’ll be reading a fantasy book a month and talking about cool stuff. Check it out if you have a mind to. I thought it should be called Boys with Boobs, but I was outvoted. If you don’t understand that reference you probably didn’t see George R. R. Martin’s response to the NYT review, check it out here.
Ryan’s Word for today:
Obloquy is abusive or derogatory language. It can also mean the disgrace that is suffered as a result of such abuse.
My blog post today is a rant. I hope you’ll excuse me for that. If you’re not into reading my extremely opinionated ravings, feel free to just skip this one. As an additional warning, I come off as quite the rabid feminist; not usually the kind of thing I use this blog as a forum for.
I’ve been looking forward to the Game of Thrones series on HBO for months. Today, the New York Times published this review. Hopefully you took a minute to read that, if you haven’t already, otherwise this won’t make much sense.
There is one particular paragraph of her thoroughly insulting article that I want to highlight:
The true perversion, though, is the sense you get that all of this illicitness has been tossed in as a little something for the ladies, out of a justifiable fear, perhaps, that no woman alive would watch otherwise. While I do not doubt that there are women in the world who read books like Mr. Martin’s, I can honestly say that I have never met a single woman who has stood up in indignation at her book club and refused to read the latest from Lorrie Moore unless everyone agreed to “The Hobbit” first. “Game of Thrones” is boy fiction patronizingly turned out to reach the population’s other half.
Wow, that’s a broad brush she’s painting with. (Get it… broad?) I’ll ignore that she insinuates the sex scenes were included only for women–though I honestly can’t get my head around it. No woman alive, eh? In my twitter feed alone, I found five women eagerly awaiting the premiere every bit as much as I am. The six of us must be vampires. As a bonus, not one of them knew who Lorrie Moore is, and I would bet money that most of them have read Tolkien. Take that, Ginia Bellafante.
What I find most offensive about this article is the fact that an ostensibly well-read woman would generalize an entire genre of fiction as “boy fiction.” Seriously, Ms. Bellafante, do you think all women share your tastes? I don’t know who Lorrie Moore is, but I can guarantee from your attitude in that article that I would prefer to read The Hobbit over anything you’re going to suggest. As women, don’t we have enough pigeonholing to worry about from men? Do we really have to do it to ourselves?
A Game of Thrones is possibly my favorite book ever. There is some tough competition for the title, but it fits easily in the top five. The book quite simply has it all: political intrigue, complex characters, action, love, and robust worldbuilding.
I’ll read more than thirty books this year, across several genres. I won’t say I don’t enjoy a good romance, because I do. Though I’m sure my definition of “good” will vary quite a lot from what Ms. Bellafante and her book club believe I should be reading. I also enjoy horror, fantasy, mystery, and *gasp* science fiction. I’m a rebel, what can I say?
I’m probably not supposed to like science fiction because there’s too much math. Mystery is right out because the violence might offend my delicate sensibilities. Horror? Perish the thought! I might never recover from the faint all that blood will surely cause. Thanks to this article, we already know that girls shouldn’t read fantasy because it’s too complex for our simple brains, unless we’re Warren Buffet. Whatever the hell that means.
I am overjoyed to not fit into the box this woman is trying to cram me in. I guess I should turn in my woman card and go hang out with the D&D crowd, because we all know there are no real women among that rabble. Oh well, they at least know how to have a good time.