You may remember a post I did back in September, when I announced that I was taking an official leave-of-absence from my book, The Silvershaw of Glenborn, to explore other stories and hopefully get the pain to subside in my neck.
(Boy, that was a run-on sentence.)
No matter how hard I try, I can’t get the Silvershaw out of my head. It’s like all my characters somehow became Force ghosts, with the express purpose of haunting me until I give them a happily ever after. I’m so tired of hearing Lotch go, “Blarmey, is that snot in your hair?” that at this point, I’m willing to do anything to make her shut up.
And so, The Silvershaw of Glenborn is back in the works.
It feels kind of good, actually. Like reacquainting oneself with an old friend, or putting on your favorite jacket after summer is gone. And as much as I hate my children, I’m still glad to see them again. Liriel’s as dense and emotionally clueless as ever, Emolas is still desperately trying to make people listen to him (he’s failing miserably), and Lotch…
Well, Lotch is Lotch, which is great.
Fact is… I’ve missed my children. And now that I’m back, I’m determined that this time, they’ll finally get the ending they deserve.
And thus, change is in the air. In order to bring my story up to a level that’s at least half-decent—though I’ll probably never be completely satisfied with it, because that’s the way I roll—I have to up my game. That means…
OUTLINING! *pathetic wailing*
SYNOPSIS!! *hides under the bed*
But that’s not the only thing I’ve been working on lately. I’ve come to the conclusion that no character deserves to live her life stuck in a book with a stupid title like ‘The Sivershaw of Glenborn’. That was the title of my youth, the last vestige of the book this used to be. That book is gone, long since departed with my fourteen year old soul. It’s time to move on, to discard that last remnant of who I was and what my writing began as. It’s time for a new title.
Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome to the stage…
Yes, this is a fake cover I whipped up in five minutes because it was fun. Don’t judge me.
Dad suggested that I be patriotic to my Polish heritage and call it “Aeterna-ski”.
I politely declined.
Aeterna means ‘eternal’, or ‘immortal’, in Latin (imagine that), and TECHNICALLY, it was my mom who suggested it. Technically. And I dismissed it with, “My dear mother, please leave the book writing to me, as you obviously don’t have a clue what you’re doing.”
It was about an hour later when I realized that Aeterna actually wasn’t half bad.
In my defense, only moments earlier, she was suggesting I call it Amaranthanine (like, how many ‘A‘s are in that?), Immortalatem, and Bucket Head.
Yeah. Now you know why I never listen to her writing suggestions.
Aaaaand there’s a collage thingy, otherwise known as the book version of a movie poster.
Now, I’ve been working on a synopsis for several months (‘working’ = bashing my head into the wall), but I’ll be honest, I was waffling on whether or not I wanted the world to see it yet. (‘The world’, as in, the five people who read this blog…) Especially considering I only finished it this morning. BUT my mother told me to stop being squirly and just do it, so… I suppose I will.
Please keep in mind that as the stupid book isn’t even finished yet, things may drastically change and I will have to redo the synopsis. This is just the brief overview so you know what I’m talking about whenever I happen to casually reference it.
*sweeps curtain aside* Behold:
When a monster from the ancient world breaks a centuries-old estrangement between two races, threatening to annihilate both, Liriel Willowtree is chosen as a symbol of the all-powerful and immortal Aeterna and sent to protect the lower races of humanity. But when the power of her people fails her and she is forced to rely on the resourcefulness of a scrappy human waif, she comes face to face with fallacies in a doctrine she believed infallible. With a weapon that could change the future in her hands and the fate of races at stake, Liriel must choose between two worlds in order to save both: To abandon her people and claim allegiance with the well-meaning but often dishonorable Mortalus, or to forgive the ominous truth of her people’s past and accept the sovereign paths of the Aeterna.
Yeet. The process of writing that thing gave me gray hairs.
Finally, we come to the last thing I have to share with you: Aesthetics. Yes, as all authors eventually come to realize, your book means nothing if you don’t make collages for it. Sorry, guys, but that’s just the way our world works. And since I, obviously, have my priorities straight, I spent a week or so making these things.
Let’s meet the characters, shall we?
This my protagonist, Liriel. She’s kind of emotionally stunted. I *cough* can’t imagine WHERE *cough cough* she gets that from. *choke*
Certainly not me.
Lotch is a nine-year-old street waif who happens to be my sister’s favorite. (Probably because they both trip down stairs and do the whole emotions thing… I don’t get it.)
The Golden Boy himself. He’s cool. Used to be my favorite until suddenly he wasn’t. Chew on that for a while.
Aaaaand this dude. I don’t even know what to think of him. He growls at anyone who even dares to glance at him, but also has some sort of deep-rooted affinity and gentleness for children. Can some psychology junkie please explain to me how that works?
Noyarc is… annoying.
Yeah, there went my non-partisan stance on characters. Oh well.
And finally, ze villain. This doesn’t fit him very well (mainly because I don’t know him very well), but eh, who cares. It looks cool.
Priorities, guys, priorities.
So anyway, there you have it. A whole bunch of pretty things for characters you know nothing about. A synopsis that I literally finished editing this morning. A fake cover. An updated writing tab. My book is back, my self-appointed deadline is April (that’ll never happen, trust me), and I’ve got all sorts of new stuff in the works—not to mention a bunch of writing tags I’ll be posting on Monday, so STAY TUNED FOR THAT.
Go away now.