Not Only Magic
Play Celebration Time! and dance with me around the desk! (Dancing in the streets would be a little dangerous at my house.) I finished the book. I finished the book!
Well, I wrote the last word of the first draft of Not Only Magic. I never actually finish a book. I can write quickly, but it takes me months to edit. And I edit and edit, even as I’m writing the final chapters. And after. And for more months before I send a book to my critiquers.
When I’m first cogitating ideas for a romance story, I write in longhand. It forces me to slow down and think.
Just for your amusement, I’m including an example of the opening of this new Magic book. (Note: even I can’t read this scribbling when I go to type it, and this is a better example than usual.) This scene that originally started the book is now three pages in and reads like this:
Lord Theophilus Ives, heir presumptive to the 3rd Marquess of Ashford, teetered dangerously on a once-elegant Louis XIV parlor chair to adjust the settings on his latest telescope. The chair rested on top of a table that slanted on uneven marble tiles, balanced by several volumes from the library. The leaning tower of pieces tilted as he leaned over to check the ocular.
The downpour that had driven him out of his roof aerie also obscured any view through the three-story foyer dome.
“I need a tower,” he muttered to whichever of his layabout brothers followed the pack of spaniel puppies racing from the corridor, headed for his uneven perch.
“If you want a tower, go to Wystan.” Erran grunted under the burden of the table he was carrying.
A black-haired Ives two years younger than Theo, his barrister brother had the build of a young ox. This occasionally irritated Theo, who was taller but lankier and possessed mouse-brown hair instead of the distinctive Ives black. But Erran was the more social and civilized of his brothers, while Theo preferred his quiet library, so he supposed Erran needed his handsome looks.
“Wystan is filled with expectant females,” Theo grumbled, “Or I would.”
I’m still dancing! And plotting the next book.