Someone High Five Me

Things got planned, quotes were done, there was…. Music. Things are starting to get rolling for the Last Prophecy, despite needing some serious overhauling, but all for the good of the next book in the series; the Well of Youth. This will be the first full length book in the series, and technically the first book of the Last Prophecy series. So there is much excitement as these plans get under way. Even if it mostly consists of me clapping my hands giddily while wrapped in my tiggy blanket drinking tea.

One of the things that happened was I had some feedback regarding the Hidden Monastery and some of the factual information in it.

I thought sound was what caused avalanches?

No, funnily enough it is not. It’s caused by seismic activity, be it skiers, snowmobiles or in the more extreme explosions.

As per Wikipedia;


An avalanche (also called a snowslide or snowslip) is a rapid flow of snow down a sloping surface. Avalanches are typically triggered in a starting zone from a mechanical failure in the snowpack (slab avalanche) when the forces on the snow exceed its strength but sometimes only with gradually widening (loose snow avalanche). After initiation, avalanches usually accelerate rapidly and grow in mass and volume as they entrain more snow. If the avalanche moves fast enough some of the snow may mix with the air forming a powder snow avalanche, which is a type ofgravity current.

Slides of rocks or debris, behaving in a similar way to snow, are also referred to as avalanches (see rockslide[1]). The remainder of this article refers to snow avalanches.

The load on the snowpack may be only due to gravity, in which case failure may result either from weakening in the snowpack or increased load due to precipitation. Avalanches that occur in this way are known as spontaneous avalanches. Avalanches can also be triggered by other loads such as skiers, snowmobilers, animals or explosives. Seismic activity may also trigger the failure in the snowpack and avalanches. A popular myth is that avalanches can be triggered by loud noise or shouting, but the pressure from sound is orders of magnitude too small to trigger an avalanche.[2]

Being the good little academic I am I can tell you several days of research went into the accuracy of what I was writing about. Nothing would infuriate me more as to misadvise someone of the fantastical things that can and will happen in my stories. The same can be said of many of the things I write, I was recently studying limestone caves, and have now moved on to survival in the extreme cold.

I do write fiction, don’t mistake me, however it should be believable fiction, and this is what grounds me to the writing, so that when the unbelievable happens in my stories there is an element of research into the practicality of what I’m writing about, to ensure you believe it too.

Using magic to explain away details that don’t fit into reality works well in a magic thriving world, but this world is different, and any concept of magic has been done away with as science marches its presence forward into this new and fascinating world.

There are still a few things that aren’t entirely explainable, but that’s also true of our world here and now, after all, what’s life without a little mystery?

Finding the Elusive Sprite: Time

The last few weeks have been spent not writing but those endless hours ones spends with the cogs turning, the kettle boiling, and the stagnant pool of my story, with barely a ripple to pass across its surface, I’ve stared into its murky depths and found that it did not stare back.

Writing should possess you, demand you, crawl inside your skin and burn.

I’ve had too much else to think about lately to spend time writing, but more importantly needed to give the story time to breathe.

Sometimes standing back to assess the work, rather than just working, is needed, and it has unfortunately made me aware of inherent faults in my writing.

“You must write, write, write!”

Sometimes you need to think. Have it running around your head while you drive home, in the shower, walking in the rain.

There was something wrong with my story, and I didn’t know what it was or how to fix it.

It was terrible.

It gave me nightmares and frustrated me, writing time was spent on other creative writing prompts because I couldn’t find what was wrong with the story.

Then my editor said something about the Last Prophecy to me and its editing phase, and I realized where I’d gone wrong. I hadn’t treated my main character with enough of a voice. He simply told me what was happening, he wasn’t experiencing it, it was as emotional as a plank of wood. The emotions were written down but I wasn’t feeling them.

Perhaps it has more to do with my own emotions at the time, my own personal demons and all the real life things getting in the way of those deeper creative thoughts, needing time to just feel what my character felt than parrot what was happening to him.

If he’s not real to me, he’s not real to you.

I needed time and so did he, and I needed to do a lot of serious rework on characters in the story, plot lines and motives, and I know it will be better for it, but this is thousands of words that need to be rewritten and evolved and the work is astronomical given what I’ve already done.

I need time, as much as my characters do. Otherwise it won’t be as good as I see it inside.

I still hope to show you the second novella and first book in the series before the year is out, and if not the story will still be better for it.

Sometimes everyone needs time, not as in more hours in the day, but those intangible moments were the thought you had been chasing finds its own way to you in its own time. Those can’t be counted or measured or planned for, but they are important.

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