Update for the end of January

January is coming to a close, and Witch Queen is currently sitting right at 25,000 words, and about 83 pages (with a standard letter sized orientation. The more accurate 6×9 orientation is just under 130 pages), and almost seven chapters.

"read mode" screenshot, with the layout/style for "Witch Queen"

“read mode” screenshot, with the layout/style for “Witch Queen”

I haven’t worked on it as consistently as I’d like to be able to say that I have, but I haven’t tossed it aside, either, which is an accomplishment. I really can’t stress how much having an outline has helped in making sure that this work doesn’t just die.

I’ve got some free time tomorrow morning, with nothing better to do, so I’m hoping I can get more done then. I do intend to post sections of it, but they have to be edited to my standards before I do so. I print out the work as I go, so that I can go back and edit it as I work. I make the edits on the physical paper, then go in and make the changes. Once I’ve done the sections that I want, I’ll post them.

Maybe tomorrow. Maybe.

The Current Projects page now has most of the details for the Witch Queen. I may add Ashes to it eventually, but I don’t know. February is coming up quickly, and, for me, that means a paper on Antigone is going to be due soon. I have a feeling that I’m going to be lucky to continue working on Witch Queen, never mind adding anything else into the mix.

It’s kind of funny, really. Witch Queen was the one story that I really never thought that I would continue, and now it’s the one that really just won’t go away. I’ve actually become rather fond of it.

We’ll see what February brings.

Cheers!

Mayuuya

Writing Update

       So, I’ve been working on The Witch Queen’s War again. I had shelved it during NaNo last November, but I suddenly had some inspiration, and have about 5,000 words written down on it. I’ve also done a few sketches for my own reference, and figured I’d share a little bit. 

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Tiernan’s seal. Not the best I’ve ever done, but it works. I used the Prussian eagle for a general reference.

            Once the girl was gone and the door closed behind her, Eirian stared at the envelope. She had recognized the seal as soon as the girl had held it out: a crowned falcon with wings outstretched as though soaring upwards, with a sword and arrow clutched in either set of talons. It was the seal of the Commander of the Royal Army, her older brother, Tiernan…

            Eirian,

        I know this will sound sudden, and I know that you will be far from pleased to read this, but I have nowhere else to turn; believe me, I have exhausted all other options.

       Sister has fallen ill. It began about a month ago now. Small things at first, nothing   more than minor inconveniences. But things have progressed. She has become all but bedridden, and even that becomes more and more likely by the day.

       The Healers are mystified. They can find nothing wrong, and yet her health continues to decline a bit more every day.

       Please, Eirian, come home, if only for a time. I have a request for you that I don’t feel is proper to make any way less than face to face. I know that you and Gwen have had your differences, to put it lightly, but I beg you to put that behind you for now.

       Gwenlyn needs your help, and so do I. Please, Eirian. You know that I would never ask unless I didn’t think it absolutely necessary.

        I have instructed my messenger to wait for your response. Please hurry, Eirian. I need you to come home.

                                                            -Tiernan 

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Slightly later in the same chapter:

            Eirian would never forget the horrified look on her mother’s face when she had told the late queen about the noise, not matter how hard her mother had tried to mask the expression. After that, her Seniors, and everyone else in the palace, had begun watching her even more closely, as though they expected to walk into her bed chamber one morning and see a demon sitting in her place in the bed. Maybe they had.

            “They attract demons,” was what she remembered hearing said to her mother. “They’re gateways for demons to gain entrance to our world.”

            Eirian had heard them. Grown men, frightened of a child’s potential.

 

       So that’s what I’m working on right now. I haven’t forgotten about other things that I’ve started, like some more recommendations, but when I’ve got inspiration for my personal writing, I run with it. 

       Cheers!

       -Mayuuya