Writing success
Jun. 25th, 2018 06:21 pmI had a busy day today, despite the fact that we had to go to various official places in the morning. Like trying to move my retirement process forward (no such luck just yet), paying the bills, buying the train tickets for our upcoming holiday and the likes.
Coming home, I've finished a card I've been working on for a couple of days (picture coming up tomorrow), and then I threw myself into writing! *g*
I wrote almost a full scene for the current chapter of Timescapes, plus I typed up the already written stuff for The Book of Mazarbul. I also came to the excellent idea of swapping Chapters 14 and 15 (both as-yet unfinished), because I realized that it would make so much more sense that way; not to mention make the transition a great deal smoother. Oh, and I finally found a title for Chapter 14 - for now.
So, I am well content.
Excerpt:
Burin hesitated for a moment.
“I cannot do this without Dorin,” he then said. “I know Uncle Dwalin would never allow him to join us, but I’ll need him while I work on the dragon’s hide. The Gift would swallow me without him.”
Balin nodded. He knew his son was soul-bound to his cousin; the two complemented each other in a way he’d seen only once before: with Fíli and Kíli. If Burin said he needed Dorin to perform the enormous task of turning a dragon’s hide into Dwarven armour, then he would get Dorin’s help, even if Balin had to sit on Dwalin during the whole time.
Coming home, I've finished a card I've been working on for a couple of days (picture coming up tomorrow), and then I threw myself into writing! *g*
I wrote almost a full scene for the current chapter of Timescapes, plus I typed up the already written stuff for The Book of Mazarbul. I also came to the excellent idea of swapping Chapters 14 and 15 (both as-yet unfinished), because I realized that it would make so much more sense that way; not to mention make the transition a great deal smoother. Oh, and I finally found a title for Chapter 14 - for now.
So, I am well content.
Excerpt:
Burin hesitated for a moment.
“I cannot do this without Dorin,” he then said. “I know Uncle Dwalin would never allow him to join us, but I’ll need him while I work on the dragon’s hide. The Gift would swallow me without him.”
Balin nodded. He knew his son was soul-bound to his cousin; the two complemented each other in a way he’d seen only once before: with Fíli and Kíli. If Burin said he needed Dorin to perform the enormous task of turning a dragon’s hide into Dwarven armour, then he would get Dorin’s help, even if Balin had to sit on Dwalin during the whole time.