Sooooo tired. Just took an inventory of Christmas presents, both purchased and received. I'm only waiting on a few to come in (hopefully they'll get here before Friday!), but I have several more to buy. Plus I have to send Christmas cards, do wrapping, find a vet where I can board my cat, pack for Maine, take down my decorations before going to my mum's, and survive the end of the world this coming Friday. It's a busy week.
Anyway, despite the craziness I am, as always, keeping up with my story. I'm actually at a really interesting part...something I've had in my mind for quite a while. As I've been saying for months, things are going to go swiftly downhill at one point in the book. We've reached that point, and Bryn & Mer's life is going to be pretty grim until the end of the story. However, the scene I'm writing now will provide just that hint of hope that will (hopefully) convince people that they want to trudge on into the second book :}
In all seriousness, I'm fairly excited. This scene will be a sort of branding for our heroes, and will (again, hopefully) provide enough of a balance between the bittersweet and the potential for change that people will go into the second book with optimistic hearts.
...or they could toss the book aside in disgust.
...or never pick it up at all.
But hopefully that will not be the case!
Anyway, it is most definitely time for bed. I'm exhausted, and actually meant to go to bed at eleven (oops) and definitely no later than two (bollocks!).
Good night, you princes of Maine, you kings of New England.
Working Title: Bryn & Mer: Traditor
Word Count: 129,296
Writing Mode: Conked out
P.S. Why isn't bollocks spelled with an x? I mean, honestly. Bollox.
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