Last year I wrote a novel in June; the year before that, in July. But this year I am not doing JuNoWriMo — instead, I will be editing a novel.
Before Kelly came to visit, we agreed that we would swap novels: I would read and comment on EDGEWOOD and she would do the same with THE FAERIE KING. She finished reading my novel over the weekend; I have the manuscriipt here, now, with both of our handwriting scrawled over the text and in the margins.
Today has been one of those days of having to force myself to sit down and work, despite wanting to work — both for my thesis and for my novel. But sit down I have and I’ve gone through Chapter One.
For all four of the Pooka novels that I wrote during various WriMos, it took me approximately three days to write a chapter. I shall attempt the same policy for editing the ten chapters of THE FAERIE KING. Yes, I know I’m starting a bit late, but I didn’t want to be editing while Kelly was here. Now that play time is over, it’s back to work for me…
Unfortunately, I don’t know how to indicate my progress during an EdMo because I have no daily-increasing word count to include at the end of my blog posts. Any suggestions?
In the meantime, here’s my favourite excerpt from today:
In time long past, the Ten Kingdoms were full of strange beasts and magic. The dragons were mighty and powerful, their wings could block out the sun and their tails wrapped around the earth. Nothing like the small, wingless dragons we have now. Gnomes lived under trees and dwarves in ancient castles. This was a time of enchantresses in the woods and when the earth shook under the feet of giants. This was a very long time ago – so very long, in fact, that truly faeries did traffic between this world and theirs, and the King of Faerie himself was known to hunt in mortal forests.
You laugh, Sir Richard? The Land of Faerie, called Elfame in ancient texts, is no laughing matter. I have spent many days in Her Majesty’s royal archives and have travelled to several other libraries in the Ten Kingdoms, reading and gathering knowledge for this story. All the ancient authors whom we scholars and tale tellers revere speak of this land of twilight, where the very trees are made of crystal, and where faeries immortal dwell. Do not laugh, but listen. This is a tale for our queen.