Who knew writing twisted fairytales was so much fun? So much worldbuilding, so many tiny details to think about, decisions, and so so much shit to make up.
There are so many owls in this story, peering from the rafters, filling the trees outside Miranda’s window, wide-eyed and knowing. I’m not entirely certain what they all mean yet, just that the owls belong here.
I love this part of writing. I love building stories and worlds and characters from the ground up, making them breathe and come alive. I adore twisting the familiar into something unexpected. That is real magic.
Also, that little shiver of delight is probably why I love writing flat out fantasy more than anything.
This book is still all cinders and sorrow, with a sprinkling of desperate hope. I’m pretty sure that doesn’t mean anything to anyone but me, but most of my books are all images and emotion and floating on music at the beginning. I know the plot, but knowing the plot is only a fraction of the battle to build a better novel.(tm)
AWAKEN is totally in love with the Foo Fighters right now. Not the music I’d have pegged as right for a fairytale, but I only work here.
And for the first time in almost three years, there seems to be poetry stirring in my head. I’d thought poetry had left me forever, but maybe not. Writing poetry again would make me happy.
Tomorrow I will post a darling from the new book, because I can. Tonight I leave you with the theme song of the week. There is a mandatory 8 a.m. dayjob meeting tomorrow morning, even if it is Sunday and my day off.