Work in Progress: The Lawrence Watt-Evans Fantasy Megapack

Progress report:

Last time looked at: 2/10/17

Last actual wordage added: 2/10/17

Pages added, 2/10/17: Not sure

Current page count: 372

Estimated final page count: 372

Word-count: 98,838

Deadline: None, but Wildside sent me a contract.

Comments: I eventually decided to scan/OCR “The Temple of Life,” and I had all twenty-three of the other stories on file. They were even where they were supposed to be, and in the right format!

Then I had to write a brief introduction, which I did.

They aren’t paying me enough to do any serious editing on anything, but I did give all the stories at least a quick once-over, which was fun. Very few of them suck, which is nice.

Anyway, it’s out of my hands; we just need to sign the contracts. I’m fine with the current version, but I’m waiting for my agent to voice an opinion.

Work in Progress: The Lawrence Watt-Evans Fantasy Megapack

Progress report:

Last time looked at: 2/8/17

Last actual wordage added: 2/8/17

Pages added, 2/8/17: Not sure

Current page count: 0

Estimated final page count: 350-400?

Word-count is now undefined.

Deadline: None, but Wildside sent me a contract.

Comments: I assume anyone who browses SF or fantasy on Amazon is aware of Wildside’s “Megapack” series of bargain ebooks.

Well, they asked to do one collecting a bunch of my short fiction.

I came up with a list of two dozen stories, and tonight I decided the time had come to assemble them.

I hit a snag almost immediately. The second story I went to add, “The Temple of Life,” didn’t turn up in my initial search, and I eventually realized why.

I wrote it in 1980. I got my first computer in 1984. I wrote “The Temple of Life” on a typewriter, and I have no idea whether I still have a manuscript or carbon.

But I do have the published story, so I dug it out and after debating whether to rely on scanning/OCR or not, decided I just need to type the whole thing in.

So I’ve started doing that. Haven’t got very far yet, just a page or two.

Given its age I expected it to suck; so far it doesn’t, which is a pleasant surprise. And it’s recognizably my style, even back then.

This story is definitely obscure, though — its only previous publication was in a gaming mag called The Space Gamer, 36 years ago. It’s actually a sequel to a story I started writing in high school and never finished.

I’ve also pulled out my multiply-published cat story, “Trixie,” for another go-round. The rest of the contents will have to wait until I finish typing in “The Temple of Life.”

Work in Progress: Stone Unturned

Progress report:

Last time looked at: 2/8/17

Last actual wordage added: 2/8/17

Pages added, 2/8/17: Probably none.

Current page count: 479

Estimated final page count: 480-525?

Deadline: None, but Wildside says they’ll send me a contract any day
now.

Comments: I’m working on the second draft of this next Ethshar novel. After the delay to relocate webpages I felt it necessary to start the revising over from the beginning, and I’m glad I did, as I caught a few things I wanted to fix. I’ve gotten through the prologue and the first two chapters. So far it looks pretty good.

But then I decided to do something else. See next rock.

Word-count is now 119,733.

Meant for Each Other: Samples

Originally posted to my newsgroup on SFF Net:

“I am the Dread Key of Narthanax, created a thousand years ago
by Appovar of Zalidon to unleash the Twelve Hosts of Vengeance upon an
unsuspecting world! Tremble before me, flesh-thing, as I… hey! Put
me down!”
–May 17, 2004

The midwife lifted the baby, cooing, and then stopped. Her smile turned to a puzzled frown.
“What?” the new mother asked, still panting from the delivery. “Is something wrong?”
“Not wrong, exactly,” the midwife said quickly. “He’s a fine healthy boy, by the look of him.” The child, silent until that moment, suddenly let out a wail, his face crumpled in displeasure at his new surroundings. “But he’s got a birthmark!” the midwife called over the baby’s crying, as she handed him to his mother.
The father had appeared in the bedroom door at the baby’s first yell, and now stared as the mother cradled her new son. “What kind of a birthmark?” he demanded. “Is he disfigured?”
“No, no,” the midwife said. “It’s quite small. It’s on his left shoulder.”
“I see it,” the mother said, as she held the infant to her breast. The crying came to a sudden end. “It’s shaped like a sword and crown.”
“Like what?” the father asked, startled.
“Like a sword and crown,” the midwife said. “Exactly like a sword and crown. Right down to the star on the pommel.”
The father hesitated. “That doesn’t sound natural,” he said.
“It’s not,” the midwife said. “You can see that at a glance. That’s a magical birthmark if I ever saw one.”
“Magic? My son has some kind of magic?” the father demanded.
“I’m afraid so,” the midwife said. “It’s not one I know, though — you’ll need to talk to someone at the Department of Signs and Prophecies.”
— November 20, 2009

I’m Biding My Time.

I think I’ve figured out what I’m going to do with this blog. It will take over as where I post progress reports on my works in progress, which always used to go on my SFF Net newsgroup. (They may appear elsewhere, as well.)

But that will have to wait until I have other stuff squared away. Bear with me.

Here We Are Again

Hey, guys.

I messed up the transfer to my new webhost.  I still have all the data from the old Serial Box, but not in an easy-to-import form, and the more I thought about it, the less I saw any reason to keep it.  All those serials are finished.

So here we have a new, unsullied blog, to do with as I please, and I learned from the experience so that when I switch my last domain over to the new host, I know how to bring all the old posts from that blog with me.

Now, if anyone wants me to make a serious effort to recover the old stuff, I can try, but for now I’m fine with starting fresh.

So here we are.

Situation Report

I am going to be moving my websites to a new host shortly. I am not sure whether this blog will make the transition, so I thought I should give anyone who still reads it fair warning — this may all disappear suddenly.

If it does survive, there shouldn’t be any major changes.

Meanwhile, I’m about a third of the way through the second draft of Stone Unturned. I did not split out The Petrified Prince, though I’m not 100% sure I made the right call on that. And serializing it would have been a disaster — I am still rearranging chapters.

I don’t know whether there will be further Ethshar novels any time soon; I have other projects I’m giving a higher priority.

In case this is the end of this blog: Thanks for your support!

Stone Unturned: Unnumbered Progress Report

Okay, first let me emphasize that I am not announcing a new serial; in fact, part of this post explains one major reason I’m not going to serialize Stone Unturned. (The other major reason is that the last couple of serials didn’t do that well.) But I thought this might still be of interest to folks here, so I’ve ported it over (somewhat edited) from the discussion area of my webpage.

First, for those who have missed it, Stone Unturned is intended to be a Big Fat Ethshar Novel combining several old ideas, as explained here. As it presently stands, it has three viewpoint characters — Morvash of the Shadows, Darissa the Witch’s Apprentice, and Hakin of the Hundred-Foot Field — who appear in separate chapters, in rotation. In theory, their stories will merge about halfway through the novel.

I thought Ethshar fans might want to know how it’s going, and might be pleased to see a familiar name or two. And I thought that some folks might find the insight into my writing process interesting.

So here’s the Discussion post:

Current page count for Stone Unturned: 68, not counting front matter.

Estimated final page count: 500?

This got complicated. Last Friday we had a day out with friends that involved getting me up earlier than usual, then driving for an hour or so. I don’t drive first thing in the morning; it’s not safe. I’m not awake when I first get out of bed. Julie drove, and I was a passenger.

Which is a great situation for working out plot problems, so I did. In fact, I worked out pretty much all the remaining plot of Stone Unturned. Stuff that had eluded me for years all fell into place.

I’d worked out some stuff earlier in the week, too, when writing Morvash’s chat with Ithinia — for the first time I looked at the situation from Ithinia’s viewpoint instead of Morvash’s, and realized a few important things. (Morvash is the protagonist of Stone Unturned, and Ithinia has appeared in a couple of previous books.) That probably helped, as I was telling Julie about it in the car. Anyway, on Friday I figured out what the villain’s up to, how he’s stopped, how our heroes clean up the resulting mess, how Hakin and Karitha and Tarker (characters Morvash is completely unaware of at the start of the story) fit into the main plot, what Morvash does, what Pender does, how it all ties back to The Vondish Ambassador and The Spell of the Black Dagger, everything.

Except how Darissa and Marek (other characters I’d intended to be important) contribute anything, or why they’d even go after the villain with the others. They fit into the story up to a point, and serve an important role, but then they have their own story after that, and wouldn’t go along with the others beyond that point.

So I’m now wondering whether The Petrified Prince should be spun off into a separate short novel. That would remove Chapter Two and Chapter Five from what I’ve written so far, and what I’ve been calling Chapter Seven would really be Chapter Five.

If I do split it off, it’s a good thing I wasn’t serializing this — donors would be understandably pissed if two paid-for chapters disappeared. Which is part of why I’m not serializing it; I thought something like this might happen.

In another possible complication, I think the stuff I wanted to include from the proposed novel A Slave of Wizardry may not fit very well after all. It doesn’t contradict anything or mess up the plot, but it doesn’t really suit Morvash’s personality.

Added 6/2/15: Though thinking about it further, maybe I can split the original wizard character between Morvash and his uncle Gror, whose personality does fit the story.

So that’s all complicated, but interesting. I can go ahead and write the story now, and then figure out what stays in it and what doesn’t as I go.

And then I got back to work on Chapter Seven (or Five), and it occurred to me to see whether a description matched what I’d said in The Vondish Ambassador.

It didn’t. Not even close. I’d completely misremembered. So I had to go back and rewrite the last three pages of Chapter Four (or Three) — didn’t really add or subtract any wordage to speak of, but revised it drastically. Interestingly, this fix also serves to foreshadow some of that plot stuff I’d worked out on Friday.

And then I revised a chunk of Chapter Seven (or Five) because I had shown Morvash saying things he has no reason to say. I kept going, and added one page on top of all the revision. I also see where I’m going to re-incorporate the remaining false start (there were originally three of them) I made when I first started the novel — in fact, it’ll probably be incorporated into the second half of Chapter Seven (or Five).

So the page-count only went up by one, but I feel I’ve been pretty productive, all the same.

The current word-count, not including the lost pages*, notes, front matter, and the remaining false start, but assuming I don’t split out The Petrified Prince, is 17,366.

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* I lost several pages — about eight, I think — early this year, when a file disappeared, apparently accidentally deleted.

Ishta’s Companion/Relics of War: Progress Report Twenty-Three

Hello, folks!

Relics of War is published!

If you’re a donor to the serial and entitled to a copy of the ink-on-paper edition, you should have received e-mails (yes, plural) nagging you to confirm your mailing address. If you have not received such e-mails, please contact me. I’m in the process of mailing out the donor copies, and would really like to have it done by Christmas without getting any returned as undeliverable.

E-books haven’t been sent out yet, but should be soon.

Thanks!

Oh — and I still have no plans for further serials.