Which means, I get to do another char bio for the motherfucker, and figure out what to do from there on. *thunks*

And EvoLunacy is the day after tomorrow. Ack!

Been playing around with StoryLines, a program specifically designed for organising plotting/prewriting notes. Very nifty program. Nice being able to notecard without fear of a little black feline fiend zooming through and fucking everything up.

So I started plotting. I’ve got 16 scenes so far. I’m estimating about 2k per scene, with the exception of the interludes with the Lords of the Void, which should be under 1k each. I need somewhere between 50 – 65 scenes, since I want the book to end up between 100 – 120k.

Now it’s just a matter of tying all the threads together. I’ve got a couple of unknown factors, too, which isn’t helping much. Well. Not unknown so much as … I know their attitudes and that they’ll get involved in the book, but I’m not sure how they’re going to get involved, or what happens when they do. *sigh*

Granted, this is normal for me. The actual plotting doesn’t usually take more than a couple days, but my mind ends up in, like, hypedrive while I’m banging away at it.

As I’ve been working on this for the past three and a half hours, I’m taking a fuckin’ break.

I’ve been pretty busy this week, especially. Stronger’s been giving me royal fits. Mainly because Eric doesn’t want to cooperate, and I really need to have his character fleshed out more before I start the actual rewrite. He’s the weakest link, and I hate having underdeveloped antagonists. Too many authors, especially in the fantasy genre, resort to cliches and easy answers. I like my characters realistic and complex.

About four or so days ago, I started thinking about it, because EvoLunacy starts on August 1st, and I’m so not ready with Stronger. On the other hand, I had To Weather the Storm partially plotted.

Okay, I had the rough premise and a couple character bios. That said, it wasn’t giving me nearly as much fits as Stronger.

So, the rewrite is on the backburner for the moment, with Eric tied up and gagged in the closet, and I’m working on To Weather the Storm. I’ve been working hard on worldbuilding, character development, and plotting, and I’m really liking what I’ve come up with. It’s definitely expanded in both scope and complexity–but that’s the whole point of the work I’ve been doing. What’s the point of writing a simplistic novel?

At this point, I’ve got enough material for one book, certainly, with threads leading into another, and I might could get a third out of it. (That being said, I’m planning on wrapping up what I can in one book, just with threads I could pick up on should it sell.

I hadn’t really wanted to do this… I’d planned on waiting and doing the prewriting along with Above and Beyond, the advanced novel-writing class I’ll be teaching over at Evolution come September. *shrugs* I guess I’ll go back and work on Shadow’s Blade alongside that, and go back to Stronger as soon as I’ve got To Weather the Storm finished. (Which should be within three months, given Stronger is roughly that length and it took me about four months to complete that.)

Anyhoo. Getting sleepy here. See y’all later.

Serrau’s CharBio
1066 / 1000 (106.60%)

Took me three frickin’ days, but I hit 1k … and I’m still not finished with the bio. >_really liking. As in, “Dammit! I want one!” like. (And no, Morgan, that’s not just because he’s felinoid. )

… and, of course, I would get an idea for a story for MuseMuggers … pirates, lady mages in towers, sex, destruction of the world … hoo boy. My mind seems to be on overdrive recently. And I’m lovin’ every minute of it. *grins*

Serrau’s CharBio
468 / 1000 (46.80%)

Almost at the halfway point … ended up in a fairly heavy discussion with one of my sisters earlier resulting in much thought, so I didn’t quite get as much done as I would’ve liked.

That said … I’m feeling very good about it all. I’ve been making progress, which is more than I can say for the past several months. I’ve been feeling better physically, as well, which I am very glad for. So … hopefully it’ll stay this way. Because I’m sick of feeling like shit.

Serrau’s CharBio
336 / 1000 (33.60%)

Taking a break to eat at the moment. Being hypoglycemic sucks.

Zenaya Kirador’s CharBio
1306 / 1000 (130.60%)

I’m really rather pleased with how it came out. I learned a lot about the MC and her past, along with some worldbuilding information … now I need to do the hero’s, but I may let that one wait until tomorrow.

*squee!*

This would be more than I’ve written in … well … since I moved here, actually. And I managed to do this with a migraine, which makes me especially happy, because … well, it’s been a very long time since I’d actually done so. (I used to all the time, because there was a time period of about three or four months two years back where I would get a migraine almost every other day. Granted, I didn’t know they were migraines then, because I don’t get the visual disturbances–I get just about everything else, though … nausea, light and sound sensitivity, general physical and emotional oversensitivity …)

And I love my wonderful male. He brainstormed with me prior to working on the bio … it’s been a very, very long time since I had anyone I could brainstorm with on a regular basis. (Ex-fiance, before we got together IRL, actually … after I moved in with him, brainstorming turned into something that he could use against me … “I spent three hours discussing your WIP and now I’m emotionally exhausted and you don’t care about me or my WIP at all”–that sort of thing after I’d spent quite literally days discussing his with him. *rolls eyes*)

I really did miss it. And … *sigh* I’ve honestly always had trouble writing when I didn’t have someone for a “writing buddy.” I’ve had the same trouble the past couple years that I had before I joined a writer’s group in the first place. Meh. Sucks. But oh well. Have male now. Have very willing male. Er, that sounds wrong. Gah. Male willing to writhe with me–write, for fuck’s sake. Mreh.

Whee. Have I mentioned I have a tendency to babble when I’m up too long? Well, if you didn’t know before, you do now.

And I’m going to shit up now before I typo anything else.

Um. Right. See what I mean?

*hides*

And I’m staying up. So, hopefully, writing will happen tonight.

No, make that, writing will happen tonight. Dammit.

Oh! And see the nifty progress meter my male wrote!

Zenaya Kirador’s CharBio
0 / 1000 (0%)

He’s still working on it–this’s beta version–but still … *purrrrrrrrrrrrrrs*

There are serious advantages to having a geek male.

Romance between a felinoid warlord and a human tracker/ranger with both their peoples on the brink of war. Will be much fun. The idea actually came from a dream, which I typed up …

In the dream, I was a human female in a Tudor-style village. My uncle, one of the Queen’s lieutenants, came to me one day, and explained that the threat of the cat-people was increasing. They were raiding the villages, and they needed my help to scout out their locations.

I agreed, and went, in the middle of winter, over much snow. It was a very far ways from the village to the cat-people’s land … they lived by the ocean. I ended up on the beach; hundreds of the cat-people were gathered on the shore, and a tidal wave was coming in. I didn’t know how to swim; it was forbidden to my people, the in-landers, because it was something the cat-people did. I figured best to take my chances with the cat-people and ran for them. I ended up with a mother and her cubs, and noticed that the ears were almost human … hybrid.

The water came in, towards us, and the cat-people didn’t move back … it was coming up over the shore, and I thought that we were all going to drown. Then the cat-people combined magic; the water flowed over us like there was a shield protecting us.

When it passed, I tried to escape. I heard footsteps behind me, and I ran. The Warlord of the cat-people caught up with me and demanded to know why I was there. I explained … and realised that having been there, I didn’t want them dead like I had before. And, well, extreme lustage for the Warlord. He took me aside and told me that he did not have as much power as he wished, and that what I had heard was true; the cat-people had broken into dissent, with those that wished to live peacefully with the humans and others that wanted them dead. His son and the shaman were a member of the latter party.

We ended up having sex, and then heard the shaman and son coming up for us … so we fled. He knew that they would smell my scent on him, so came with me; we ran into my uncle along the way, who captured him and took him back to the Queen. She wanted to kill him, but decided to let him return in a gesture of good will… in hopes of attaining peace.

It will most certainly change as I prewrite, but that’s what I’m working with right now.

All righty … off to take bath, then try and get some work done.