I've been rather silent recently.
It's not that things aren't making me growl (I mean, look at the state of this planet!), but there's been nothing that made me sooooo angry that I had to blog about it. Let's put this in the "Silver Lining" category, shall we?
Work's a bit strange, and so is my health (I've got odd defrosting symptoms, but I'm "just" mostly knackered), but the biggest thing these days is starting a triumvirate publishing business.
Gosh! The amount of bumph is made in hell - and some specialists were unable to give us the answers we need. Okay... we've chosen a niche status, but we're not the only ones - and we're not asking for highly Muggle stuff in the middle of Hogsmeade! We're still looking for the appropriate answers before we launch the ship (we're all ready to bet that any mistake - even one made because of some lousy piece of info - would bite us somewhere painful whilst the bad-info giver wouldn't be in trouble at all - and we don't want to have to bite people).
So... that work is moving slowly, but steadily.
Now that we've put my fantasy novel in its print format, I realize that this baby, born after seven years of research and hard work, is a healthy baby whale (it's not War and Peace, maybe, but it's a very respectable size - not that size really matters). This story is about characters who have to save the world in just a few months, and since I'm its mummy, I hadn't really realized what kind of huge creature I was concluding when I finally typed "Finis".
Its size is by no means linked to the quality of the plot (but it's been tested on an audience, and it works <- yes, I'm delighted with the reactions it got), but we can show that "brick" and proudly justify seven years of gestation.
I'm still letting my Victorian spy plot simmer, but it's taking shape in my head. I have most of the twists and turns in my brain.
What's funny is that my plots are films in my head, and when the plot runs smoothly, I can start typing (a few details may change, but not too many).
Another funny thing is that I make my own casting, which helps with the "film". I don't always cast the minor characters, but the main ones are cast.
Incidentally, after months of living with them in my head and going through various actors who inspired me, I've finally found my Muff and my Sherly (they're going to help the plot bunnies hop faster!).
Speaking of Muff&Sherly, the first novel's ready, the second's with our editor, and I'm working on the third story (this series is still planned in nine stories, plus a prequel and a sequel).
I'd originally planned the prequel to be a children's book, but we've now discovered the joys of registering books, and children's books are three circles lower in that registering hell, so I'll write a fairy tale... for adults!
I've got other plot bunnies hopping around in my head, their films rolling in my head, and their castings being made.
I'll tell you more as they come to life...
One last thing about my life these days: I seem to be addicted to Lucifer (there are worst things that could happen).
