"When We Get To the End, We Shall Know More Than We Do Now"

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On Tuesday (10/8/13), I finished the first draft of Ethandune, having been working on it for roughly over two months, but only really seriously beginning to write it around the middle of August and wrapping up now here at the beginning of October.  It is roughly 87,000 words in length as a first draft - not a bad size for a novel!  I have accomplished my goal in not writing a monster.  Many delightful hours were spent with my Rarity headphones on, OC Supertones playing on the iPhone, and my fingers fairly vomiting words onto the document.
much tea was consumed in the making of this novel.
I have a full-on edit session to go before the manuscript is ready to be turned over to my beta-readers.  I have to say right now that I am not giving the document out to anyone outside my immediate family due to extreme spoiler aspects.  I am sorry to let you guys down, but I'm doing it for you own good! 

Well, I am back around to writing a hot, summery atmosphere in a chilling, wintery environment.  I am reading through Gingerune to get back into the novel, and soon I will be picking the pen back up on that.  Meanwhile, I'm pretty certain we have seen the last of the balmy days of Glasgow.  The unusual seventies and high sixties are gone: low to mid fifties are our highs now. 
words-putting-into-sentence doing.
Since I am reading back up on Gingerune I am not doing quite so much writing at this moment.  I have a few odds and ends to get out of my head for my ten billion other novels, which keeps the wheel greased, as it were.  Otherwise I am reading Bath Tangle by Georgette Heyer and Attila the Hun by Christopher Kelly.  Both of which, believe it or not, are pertinent to my interests.

a bit of scrawl

My foot made contact with the glass. Light flew in a crash of sound—I hurtled through the casement, head down, eyes shut tight: I felt glass shred my jawline. 
ethandune

Jennalaide stood staring down at the jewel for some time, fighting something that was trying to show in her face. But in the end, it seemed, she got the mastery of it, and something like a veil came over her countenance. 
ethandune

Light of the sun,” said Fairfax with frank surprise.
ethandune

She whirled, her eyes feverish with vengeance. “Let his house be made desolate, and his place given to another! He has done much to destroy the good name of the House of the Fabii. They have left only a woman to defend them, but she will serve them well.”
ethandune

The bee skep is well and truly kicked over now.
ethandune

I swayed, watched [the world] go tipping first one way and then the next, and finally found the stone which had knocked me unconscious as a means of support. I stood staring for a minute or two at a patch of bloody grass near my feet, my body shaking visibly with the effort of my breathing. God—oh, God—how much my body hurt! If I could only stop hurting for a moment, I could remember something. Something toweringly important…
ethandune

Sir,” I said long-sufferingly, “it is a boy.”
“Is it?” he asked, vicious mockery not a whit abated. He began circling the boy, eyeing him up and down—and all the while the boy was trying desperately to keep watch on Goddgofang, in complete assurance that the man was going to do him permanent harm. “Yes,” Goddgofang admitted at length, coming back around to join me in perusing the St. Jermaine’s face. “I suppose it is. One does not notice that, at first.” 
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Geoffrey shook his head over the paper—he folded back a sheet and tipped the Register toward the light. He seemed acutely interested in its columns. “He is a man much talked-of. Most of what I hear is—” he lifted his head and looked into the middle distance, searching for a word “—unorthodox.”
talldogs

Raymond began to wonder what kind of fight Geoffrey wanted, and it amused him somewhere very deep inside that he should be proving such a stick in the mud with Geoffrey’s plans. “I am not interested in bringing you around to my way of thinking,” he remarked. “I never have been. Also, your description of [Goddgofang] is perfectly true in so far as your words extend. I saw no reason to engage them.”
talldogs

"I have been accused of being many things, Avery. Sullen isn't one of them."
talldogs

To the end of his days Raymond was not sure if it was a prayer or a blasphemy which he spoke, it broke out so sudden and impulsively.
talldogs

"If I stop breathing, wake me up."
talldogs

5 ripostes:

  1. Rarity headphones as in Rarity from My Little Pony? Because that would be pretty awesome...

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  2. I am so excited that Ethandune is completed!! and disappointed that we can't read it ;'(, but also happy that you're back writing in Gingerune too. Oh dear! How long DO we have to wait before we can really read any of your books, Jenny dear? I am on tenterhooks...

    Ooo, and these snippets are simply so good and splendid again - they make me so impatient to read the whole thing(s). Bravo!

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  3. Would you consider doing an explanation/description of what Lamblight is. It has shown up a time or two and I am curious about it.

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  4. Hurrah for the finishing of Ethandune! You do write up these first drafts quickly, Jenny.
    I'm going to break all writer-rules of not asking about something until its been properly introduced, but would you explain Talldogs to us? My interest is piqued. ;)
    I love these Ethandune snippets! I keep finding myself giggling, actually, which is a right odd reaction to have to your writing. The seventh one, though...;D

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  5. Bree - Yes, that's Goddgofang for you... :P

    Lamblight? Lamblight itself is a college, and Talldogs is a house. Descriptions of the stories to which they belong have not been hammered out, and so I don't want to risk giving too much away by dumping information...outside of emails, that is. >.>

    I'm glad you liked the snippets! I've moved into the editing stage for Ethandune, draining my eyeballs into my lap as I scroll down countless pages of text. It's fun.

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