Worldbuilding Wednesday #40: Building A Story (Part 8)

Welcome back to another Worldbuilding Wednesday! I’m doing something different with these posts. I decided to write a story and blog how I do the worldbuilding as I go. Once I’ve finished the first draft, I’ll edit and proofread it and then publish it as normal for people to read. Onwards to the story!

(And yes, if you’re wondering, I’m having a blast writing these. I never get to talk about my stories so giving myself permission to do so is wonderful. :D)
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Blerg

*sniffles*

This weekend was a ton of fun. The husband and I went down to Sakuracon in Seattle, spent the whole weekend. Great weather two days, rotton weather the others days but that’s life. It is the Puget Sound, after all.

Unfortunately, along with the awesome books (both paperback and comic) that I picked up, I picked up a cold. The husband has it too, only worse than I do. He’s down for the count today while I’m moderately functional. Moderately. *snuffle-sigh*

Can’t be helped. Con crud caught us.

For those wondering which book I’m going to start working on, I’ve decided to go with Gavin’s love story. He’s just shy of 20 at the start of the story. I know who he marries (Mari, 23/24 at the start of the story). I know who the major antagonist is. I also know one major scene that should slot in about 3/4 the way through the book.

That’s all I’ve got in my head so far, other than I may start the story with Gavin feeling as sick as I do, just because it’s easy to write at the moment. *wry smile* May not. Don’t know yet. Because the process of writing is not happening at the moment. I’m a bit too blerg from the cold.

Also, my mom is arriving today or tomorrow for a visit so I expect evening writing time to be annihilated by her visit. I will try to get some writing done but I don’t expect to actually get anything substantial until 1) I feel better, 2) my mom goes home, and 3) my husband feels better too. He needs a lot of attention when he’s sick.

I do apologize for any spelling errors on this. I think I got them all but I can’t be sure. Stupid cold!

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Novel Monday: Artifacts of Awareness – Chapter 13

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Being enslaved was better than dying but only barely. Kennet did what he had to in order to survive as a slave with the knowledge that freedom would risk being found by the people who drove him into slavery. Kennet saw no reason to do anything extra for the men who bought him. They didn’t care about him and he didn’t care about them.

That was true until the royal family of Penhale purchased Kennet guard Prince Didymos. Protecting Prince Didymos from the assassins seeking to kill him dragged Kennet into the world of national politics and onwards to face an enemy that threatened to destroy not just Kennet but the whole world.

Kennet didn’t want to deal with any of it, the assassins or the magic that lurked around him but if he wanted to survive, Kennet would have to not just face down the threats surrounding them but also track the assassins back to their shadowy leader.

What he found at the source of the chaos changed Kennet in ways he could never have anticipated, taking him in all new directions. Hopefully Kennet’s new skills would be enough to let him save the world, his lovers and himself.

Artifacts of Awareness

By Meyari McFarland

13: Drifting to the Sea

Kennet woke to bone rattling shivers and flaming agony in his side, cheek and bicep. He groaned, ducking his head only to take a mouthful of the muddy water. It tasted like eating dirt as he spit it out. When he lifted his head again he realized that he’d been out for hours.

Gone were the green mountains that marked the borders Penhale shared with Chargrene and Kelairn. In their place were low hills covered with grass that was starting to turn gold from the summer heat. He spotted a few farms close to the banks of the river but the river was wide enough and flowing fast enough that he didn’t see any point to trying to get to shore.

“Fuck this crap,” Kennet complained as a violent shudder nearly knocked him off the log.
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Worldbuilding Wednesday #39: Building A Story (Part 7)

Welcome back to another Worldbuilding Wednesday! I’m doing something different with these posts. I decided to write a story and blog how I do the worldbuilding as I go. Once I’ve finished the first draft, I’ll edit and proofread it and then publish it as normal for people to read. Onwards to the story!
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Whoot!

Finished the revisions to my latest story–it went from 14K to 19.6K words. I added two new chapters to it, a bunch of details and then reworked the chapters before and after the additions to make sure it all worked together.

Tomorrow I’ll read it all over again, proof it and then it’ll be time to see if I can get it published before Sakuracon.

Logic says nope. I don’t neccessarily listen to logic though. ;)

Now the question is what book do I start writing for my goal for this year?

I’ve got two partially complete that I could fire on, my cozy mystery and the story I’m putting up for Worldbuilding Wednesday.

I could also continue on with the Mouse and Snake verse but I think I want a couple more short stories before I do that book.

And then I could grab any of the other series and do them. *groans*

Any opinions on what you’d like to see me write first? The options are:

1) Shadow of the Tormal ‘verse

2) Mages of Tindiere ‘verse (with the sequel to Artifacts of Awareness)

3) Matriarchies of Muirin (probably Gavin’s love story)

4) Debts to Recover (which promises BDSM, gay sex and terrorism all in one tidy package, possibly with bonus prostitution)

5) Eight Factors verse

6) Mouse and Snake ‘verse

7) Second Chances (my cozy mystery in the mythical town of Ebey Island located about twenty minutes drive from my house)

Throw some opinions my way. No guarantee that I’ll follow them but I do write much more enthusiastically when I know people are interested in something in particular. :)

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Novel Monday: Artifacts of Awareness – Chapter 12

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Being enslaved was better than dying but only barely. Kennet did what he had to in order to survive as a slave with the knowledge that freedom would risk being found by the people who drove him into slavery. Kennet saw no reason to do anything extra for the men who bought him. They didn’t care about him and he didn’t care about them.

That was true until the royal family of Penhale purchased Kennet guard Prince Didymos. Protecting Prince Didymos from the assassins seeking to kill him dragged Kennet into the world of national politics and onwards to face an enemy that threatened to destroy not just Kennet but the whole world.

Kennet didn’t want to deal with any of it, the assassins or the magic that lurked around him but if he wanted to survive, Kennet would have to not just face down the threats surrounding them but also track the assassins back to their shadowy leader.

What he found at the source of the chaos changed Kennet in ways he could never have anticipated, taking him in all new directions. Hopefully Kennet’s new skills would be enough to let him save the world, his lovers and himself.

Artifacts of Awareness

By Meyari McFarland

12: Rooftop Battle

“Where are the guards?” Rani shouted as they ran up the stairs.

“Dead, paid off or fucking hiding,” Kennet snapped at her.

He caught Prince Telamon when he slipped and nearly fell on a bloody patch on the stairs. Ruy had Prince Didymos’ wrist in one hand, dragging him up the stairs as if he was a child. Kennet leaped over a dead body as they made it to the balcony, glancing quickly down the connecting hallways to see which way they should go.

“Fucking hell, they sent an army!” Kennet yelled and wasn’t at all ashamed of the way his voice came out higher than normal.
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About Free Ficton Fridays

Free Fiction Fridays are, as of right now, something that will happen now and then instead of (relatively) regularly.

You see, over the last year I’ve been working very hard to publish something every single week. Most weeks that was a short story. Sometimes, a handful, it was a novel. And ever five to six weeks or so it was a collection of short stories. That meant that more often than not I had a new short story that I could share. It usually went up the week after I put it up for sale, stayed up for one (maybe two) weeks and then I took it back down.

Simple.

But my goal this year, starting this week, is to write a novel in all of my universes. That’s seven to eight novels (as I have a 1/3 done mystery novel I want to finish and that’s a new verse) to write in the next 12 months.

That’s a lot of writing.

I know I can do it. Or, more accurately, I know I can get pretty close to it even if I don’t actually hit the goal by the 365th day.

But I can’t do it if I’m writing short stories every week. I have to choose.

I’m choosing novels this year.

That doesn’t mean that I won’t be writing short stories. I need breaks now and then from the novels so I will be writing some short stories. It just won’t be regular, predictable. When I do write a short story I’ll put it up as I have been, first for sale and then a week or so later for free here. That will continue. I just don’t see how I can make predictions on when it happens.

I may post free snippets of the novel of the moment instead; whichever one I’m working on. I may repost stories that I previously put up for free, prequels or side stories to whichever novel I’m finishing off at the moment. I do still want to have something here on Friday for everyone. I’m just not sure at this moment what it’ll be.

Next week will be a ‘nothing on Friday’ week, though. I’m going to be off at a con so I don’t think I’ll have the time for anything. Maybe photos? *shrug* Don’t know yet. I’ll figure it out.

And for those who are curious, for me a novel is a story that’s over 55,000 words. If it’s between about 35,000 and 55,000 I’d call it a long novella, personally. That’s my personal definition for this challenge. Write seven (or eight if I can) novels over 55,000 words in the next year, with one for each of my universes. Plus whatever short stories I manage to squeeze in. And blog posts. And Worldbuilding Wednesday. Which has it’s own novel that I’ll need to finish.

*laughs ruefully*

Gonna be a busy writing year. Just wanted everyone to know what’s coming up.

*goes back to writing*

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Free Fiction Friday: Scavenger

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Noa’s life revolved around scavenging for valuables left behind when global warming melted the ice caps and flooded Seattle. Her little nest in the Web was all she had other than her flipper and the precious cybernetic mods her Ma had gotten her. It was a hard life but all that Noa knew.

One day, a month or so after a drift-ship nearly ran into the Web’s support struts, Noa explored somewhere new. What she found threatened to either end her life or transform it forever. Unfortunately, the only person she could call on for help was War Tooth, military outcast cyborg orca from the local pod. Without his assistance Noa’s one chance at a better life might drift away before she had a chance to catch it.

Scavenger is an exciting cyberpunk story of survival, hope and the bonds that can form at the margins of society.

Scavenger

By Meyari McFarland

Noa licked her lips before peeking out of her nest’s door. Her mouth was sour with nerves but nothing, no one, looked back. She looked up towards the Web stretched overhead, to each side at the empty cables covered with sea spray and then scanned down towards the ocean below.

Still nothing.

The anchors of the Web looked clear as far as she could see. Every cable stretched up towards the gray, cloud-filled sky, though most of the sky was hidden by the dark masses of plants growing at the higher levels of the Web. Here, where her nest hung from a major support beam, it was as dark as dusk unless she looked out towards the emptiness of the open ocean beyond the Web.

Water dripped from above down into the slowly moving sea below. At her level nothing grew but barnacles and algae. And Noa. She lived here. Not much else could live here, but she survived. Even in the water there didn’t seem to be anything. Yeah, she could see fish and clams, oysters filtering the water as it flowed past them. But no orca with their cyborg arms or sharks with their flat-dead eyes. That rock might be one of the giant octopus that lived in the drowned city below but it might not.

Noa couldn’t tell for sure.

Her eye mods weren’t good enough for that. The gills were good, solid, best anyone could get outside of the military. Not the eyes. They were just enough to keep her eyes from freezing in the ice-cold water, just enough to let her see in the darkness of the deep where her work took her every day.

Work. That was a joke. Noa didn’t work. She scavenged, picked over the drowned buildings of what used to be Seattle for any scrap that might bring her some food or synth to make her nest stronger, dryer, safer. Ma had gotten her the gills, back when Noa was tiny, barely hip-high to her mother’s side. But then the Web had collapsed and they’d lost Noa’s Pa, her brothers so big and strong. Lost Ma not that long after that, to decompression sickness and nitrogen in the blood.

Ma’s gills hadn’t been good ones.

A quick check of her system showed no one else around. Granted, Noa didn’t know enough to tell if someone was watching shielded. But the coast looked clear. Nobody lived this low to the water if they could help it, much less so close to the edge of the Web where the wind and water lashed at your nest. Her nest was washed with waves every time a storm blew through.

“Find something good today,” Noa whispered as she pulled her warm suit hood up, slipped her grip-gloves on. “Get some good synth. Fix the leak. Maybe catch a fish t’eat.”

Something to eat would be good. Noa couldn’t remember the last time she’d had more than scraps to eat. Back before the storm, the one that brought the drift-ship in. And wasn’t that lovely? Even more people to scramble for what little existed under and in the web. Funny how strangers swept across the sea got more kindness than kids who’d been born here.

Noa pushed her bitterness away. No point in dwelling on that rot when she dove. It’d just distract her and that’s how sharks got you. Her flipper, precious high-tech flipper that her next oldest brother had bought from shore before the Web fell, slipped around Noa’s ankles. The straps were finally tight enough. At first she’d had to pad the toes so that the flipper wouldn’t fall off. Not anymore. She’d grown enough in ten years to be woman-high, though Noa would always be short and scrawny compared to the people who lived high on the web where the good food grew.

Only after her nest door was sealed tight against the rain and intruders did Noa dive into the water below. It was only a dozen feet or so but hitting the water always made her flinch from the impact. People said hitting water was like hitting steel. Noa knew better but it still hurt to punch through the surface tension into the world below.

*Didn’t expect to see you,* War Tooth said.

Noa screamed the last of the air out of her lungs as War Tooth swam up underneath her. His mouth gaped open in silent amusement, tail jerking with the force of his laughter. She glared, not that War Tooth knew where her eyes were. He always looked at the light patches on her warm-suit’s shoulder, not her face.
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Worldbuilding Wednesday #38: Building A Story (Part 6)

Welcome back to another Worldbuilding Wednesday! I’m doing something different with these posts. I decided to write a story and blog how I do the worldbuilding as I go. Once I’ve finished the first draft, I’ll edit and proofread it and then publish it as normal for people to read. Onwards to the story!
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Novel Monday: Artifacts of Awareness – Chapter 11

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Being enslaved was better than dying but only barely. Kennet did what he had to in order to survive as a slave with the knowledge that freedom would risk being found by the people who drove him into slavery. Kennet saw no reason to do anything extra for the men who bought him. They didn’t care about him and he didn’t care about them.

That was true until the royal family of Penhale purchased Kennet guard Prince Didymos. Protecting Prince Didymos from the assassins seeking to kill him dragged Kennet into the world of national politics and onwards to face an enemy that threatened to destroy not just Kennet but the whole world.

Kennet didn’t want to deal with any of it, the assassins or the magic that lurked around him but if he wanted to survive, Kennet would have to not just face down the threats surrounding them but also track the assassins back to their shadowy leader.

What he found at the source of the chaos changed Kennet in ways he could never have anticipated, taking him in all new directions. Hopefully Kennet’s new skills would be enough to let him save the world, his lovers and himself.

Artifacts of Awareness

By Meyari McFarland

11: Assassination Attempt

Splinters of wood flew through the air as the assassins outside broke the door down. They were dressed in deep blue and black clothes that closely resembled the guards’ uniforms other than scarves tied over their mouths. Kennet’s heart pounded against his ribs as he realized that the movement he’d seen outside had to have been the assassins killing the guards. The boots of the guards were just visible beyond the doorway beyond the rushing movement of the on-coming assassins.

“Move!” Kennet shouted while shoving Prince Didymos in the direction of the door.
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