Happy HAPPY Thursday, Aledan Merfolk! I’m happy to say we didn’t float away in last weekend’s flood, although we weren’t able to leave the neighborhood for a couple days. It made for a soggy birthday, but the chickens loved the rain – it brought up all the worms and they had a feast!
In even happier news that you might have already guessed from the title: SPEAK THE OCEAN is done! Wooooooo! Erie’s aged up so I can label it Adult instead of NA, and I’ve fixed every crutch word I could find. The last several scenes still make me cry, so I haven’t edited the heart out of it. It’s as ready to query as it’ll ever be, so once my agent list is ready I’m going to send out the first batch!
I’m sick of mermaids.
It’s Enfield time!
I still have a bunch of world building to finish before I can start writing. And I have to figure out what happens in the middle of the book to get from point A to point Z, but I’ll finally have time to devote to it without feeling like I’m procrastinating StO.
While I’m world building Enfields, I may work on re-writing the beginning of Nameless as well. I tinkered with it a bit the past couple of weeks, but didn’t get much done because StO was looming that entire time.
But first I’m celebrating with a glass of wine!
Have a wonderful weekend, Aledan Merfolk! I’m heading to see The Martian since I was rained in last weekend. I can’t wait! I also *gasp* have a custom pony to feature this weekend. In fact, I have TWO! Check back on Sunday for those beauties :)
Happy Thursday, Aledan Merfolk! The past week has been a mind-boggling whirlwind for me. I thought my foot was broken (it’s not – just a burst blood vessel and shoes that rub against it, making it worse), we’ve had three different sets of people come to our house for various upkeep reasons, with another two sets yet to come, and we threw a dinner party on Saturday. One of my coworkers gave us her extra tickets to a Beck concert last spring, so we repaid her with homemade polish-style ribs, pierogies, and sauerkraut (and “Becka Margaritas” which are regular margaritas with an inappropriate amount of tequila. They didn’t go with the polish food, but no one seemed to mind ;P). The female-half of the guests got to play with my ponies and make up, while the male-half talked politics. The female-half had much more fun ;)
Last week I mentioned that autumn always turns my thoughts to Fie Eoin, and I did indeed spend most of the past week working on that instead of Speak the Ocean. One offhand comment from Kindra made me realize that I need a god who embodies negativity/chaos. So I’ve changed the pantheon, and thus the entire fabric of Fie Eoin’s culture. Which means I have to re-write the entire damn thing…again. It’s a good thing I love this book so much, because I’m kind of sick of rewriting it.
But Kindra! Whee! It’s hard to get into her heart to write her properly, but I do love it so much when it clicks. And I’ve missed her the past two years.
I have to finish StO first, though. No more playing with Kindra and Gar and Monk until I’ve finished aging Erie up. I got the first two chapters back from a CP, and I’m headed in the right direction, so I just have to keep going. I’m trying to be ready to query by the 15th, so I need to bust my butt and finally get this thing done. Then I can play with Kindra, or with the new character from the Enfields book. I have lots of good ideas for that one, I just have to figure out where everything goes.
Have a good weekend, Aledans. We’re prepping for Hurricane Joaquin and a foot of rain here, as well as my birthday (and the Warrior’s Ceremony in FE’s world). And hey, maybe we’ll have a cut scene on Sunday to celebrate :)
Happy Thursday, Aledan Merfolk! Yesterday was officially the first day of pumpkin spice season Autumn, and to celebrate I decided it was time for a big change in my life. It’s been a year since I cut my hair, and it was looooong (for me). I hate my hair touching my neck, and it was well past my shoulders at that point, so I went to the salon and told my hairdresser to chop it all off and dye some of it magenta (like Erie!)
He looked HORRIFIED.
And then he talked me into doing copper highlights instead of magenta anything. He claimed it would match my skin tone, but I think really he was just scared that Hubs (who is also his client, and spends more money there than I do) would freak out. And he’s right – Hubs would have shit a brick if I came home with short, magenta hair. I didn’t really care, because mermaid hair, but my hairdresser asked if I trusted him and I said “of course” and then he turned me away from the mirror and got to work.
He put in strips of copper, which gives my whole head a sort of copper tone, but you can definitely see the stripes on the top, which is super funky and I love it. He left the front a little longer (he didn’t want to cut off all that hair, but I felt like a lion with a mane and told him it had to go), and shortened the back up quite a bit. He also did a bit of an asymmetrical cut, so one side is a little bit longer than the other (although you can’t tell in the photos), and the back is cut at a very shallow diagonal. It’s weird and I like it. Hubs loves it. And the hairdresser is super smart, because it’ll be long enough to bug me again soon, so I’ll be back to spend money again soon. Outsmarted once again!
Speaking of mermaid hair…I’ve been working on aging Erie up. It’s going pretty well so far, I think. I’m still waiting on CP feedback, but she definitely sounds older. But with fall I always miss Fie Eoin, and I spent much of that haircut yesterday rewriting the first couple scenes of NAMELESS in my head. Which makes me want to write them on paper. And it just so happens that the first fifty pages of Nameless is sitting on the desk next to me gathering dust…
I think we all know what I’ll be doing today.
I’ve read/listened to a bunch of books lately that I haven’t told you guys about. First was THE FOLD by Peter Clines – excellent sci-fi with an interesting premise and really exciting ending (I’m now listening to 14, which is a sort of prequel). Then THE WRATH AND THE DAWN by Renee Ahdieh – the setting was gorgeously done, but it’s a cliff hanger! I will definitely read the second one. QUEEN OF SHADOWS by Sarah J Maas – probably the best of her Assassin books so far. I will ship Chaol/Celaena forever and you can’t make me stop. And SEA OF TRANQUILITY by Katja Millay – not my usual fare because there’s no fantasy element, but it was so well done that I read almost the entire thing in one day and then re-read the ending the next day. For a YA it had a lot of very adult elements. I was surprised at the number of F-bombs.
So there you have it, Aledans. This summer was rough, but I’ve cut out everything that was weighing me down and it’s time to make autumn awesome. I hope you have a wonderful first fall weekend, and I’ll see you next week!
Happy Thursday, Aledan Merfolk! I woke up an hour and a half early this morning, so I’m a zombie today. Good thing I like brains (no really, fried brains is one of the tastiest foods I’ve ever eaten). Too bad there’s no place that I know of in Charleston that sells them :/
I think my next character will have to like all the offal that I do, just so I can gross people out by writing about it.
In current-character news: I finally figured out how to age Erie up (I hope). I re-wrote her first chapter, and now I’m working on the second. Then I’ll go through and change all the bits that I need to in the rest of it, especially since I dropped a minor character, and a fight scene, and the description of the Mer scales. I definitely need to find a place to add that description back in.
I have to say, it felt damn good to have a pen in my hand again. I’ve been doing all my editing straight onto the computer and I missed handwriting new words. And the writing! Wow. I was pleasantly surprised with how much better it was. I learned a lot writing and editing StO. I’m terrified to go back and look at FE now.
But hey, it won’t be the first time I’ve completely rewritten FE.
Or even the fourth time.
The baby chickens are growing fast and adorably ridiculous as always. They’ve learned how to hop/fly onto the patio furniture and the giant (empty) pots in the backyard. They eat constantly and are always underfoot now, begging for food.
My dad had a couple really rough days because his white blood cell count was so low, but his new bone marrow has started kicking in and making new blood cells for him, so he’s felt much better the past couple days. Hopefully he’ll be out of the hospital early next week, so fingers crossed everyone!
Happy Friday, Aledan Merfolk! I’m recovering from a nasty cold that kept me home on the couch yesterday, but don’t worry: hubs made a fantastic spicy dill pickle soup last night that has me feeling much better today (the Nyqil also helped).
Since I was couch-ridden, I spent most of the day watching HGTV and hanging out at #PitMad, pitching and RTing the pitches I enjoyed. A lot of fellow pitchers were excited by StO, but I didn’t get many favorites, and those that I got were small presses. While I think this will end up being a small-press book in the end, I would like to at least try to get an agent first, so I’m keeping them on my radar while I query.
Which isn’t going to happen right away. If there’s one thing I learned from PitMad and PitchWars, it’s that I have to age up Erie’s voice. I mean, I’ve known that from the beginning, but I also knew I could get away with it if anyone was accepting NA Spec-fic. They aren’t. So it’s time to make my little mermaid grow up, while still keeping her naïve enough that Finn doesn’t abuse her. It’s going to be hard. I’m going to ask a few people who critiqued my first Finn chapter (which was last week’s FEF if you missed it) to check out Erie’s first chapter, too.
I also decided I HATE StO in past tense. HATE IT. I couldn’t even get through the whole manuscript, so I went back through the present tense version with my brain that was primed to look for those weak spots I was finding, and edited that instead. I don’t know, maybe an agent or editor will tell me to change it someday, but for now I’m leaving it in first present. If I do end up changing it to past tense, it’ll be changed to third person as well. Which Erie’s half of the book was already in, so… yay?
The baby chickens have grown enough that they’re once again fearless. They may have forgotten the hawk, too, but I think they’re probably big enough that they’d cause some headaches for that hawk if it tried to catch them now. They run all around the yard instead of sticking to the bushes, and have started following Hubs and I around whenever we’re outside. They’re not quite sure about the dogs yet, but since this is our second set of chickens the dogs aren’t as interested in them. Hopefully we’ll get some eggs from them in a couple months (although it’ll be cold by then, so it may be next spring).
My dad’s transplant went well and he’s been resting all week while his body deals with the new bone marrow stem cells. After tomorrow he should start feeling better in exponential bursts, and plans to be out of the hospital by next weekend, so that’s awesome. Thank you for all the healing thoughts, Aledans!
Have a wonderful weekend, and I’ll see you all next week. Perhaps for Science Tuesday? We’ll see how long it takes me to kick this cold ;)
Happy Friday, Aledan Merfolk! I know I said yesterday that I’m in the middle of changing from present tense to past tense in StO, but you’re getting the present tense version today because I haven’t had a chance to re-read and make sure the past tense version is solid. I know I haven’t told you much about StO other than it’s a mermaid novel, but I think you’ll get the gist of it real quick. So it’s time to meet Finn:
Chapter 1: Finn
I tap bubbles out of the pink euthanasia fluid, cap the syringe, and set it on the bench next to me before changing into my wet suit. Corporate tells the public the mermaids aren’t dangerous, but that’s bullshit. They killed another trainer last night, and now it’s my job to euthanize the offending mermaid—or in this case, merman.
Sergio de la Cruz zips up his wetsuit and claps me on the shoulder. “Ready, Finn?”
I snort. “You looking for a last will and testament? ‘Cause I didn’t leave you anything.”
Serge laughs. He knows he gets all my stuff—we’ve been best friends since preschool.
Hooking the syringe to a loop on my wetsuit, I take a deep breath, then shake the tension from my shoulders.
“You’re looking a little nervous there, bro.”
“Bismuth’s a big boy.” Science geeks to the core, we name the Mer after periodic table elements. “And he’s got the twins in the tank with him. Plenty could go wrong.”
“Nah.” Serge bumps my locker door closed and we make our way through the gray concrete halls of Oceanica to the practice tank that contains the three Mer. “They’ve been chilled. You’ll be fine.”
Reflected shadows quiver along the walls and condensation runs down the sides of the tank as we enter the practice room. Filters hidden in the walls hum and water gurgles where it enters the tank. Madison and Natalie wait for us at the bottom of the stairs, wetsuits on, eyes red-rimmed from another sleepless night mourning a friend.
The four of us ascend the metal stairs to the platform around the tank. The practice tank isn’t the largest at Oceanica, but it’s big. Nearly a million gallons—one fifth the size of the tanks they used for the orcas. Bismuth floats near the bottom, dark green scales against the bleary gray surroundings. His indigo eyes are wider than normal, sharp and intelligent, not the dead-eyed expression I’m used to. He was in the tank the last time we euthanized a Mer for attacking a trainer. Watching deters some of the Mer, but others get pissed and want to kill us. Like Bismuth.
Hopefully watching Bismuth foam will discourage the twins. Fluorine and Chlorine are impossible to tell apart with their ice-blue hair that’s mirrored in their eyes and the tips of their fins. They have the second most popular show at Oceanica, and after I finish with Bismuth, we’re going to have to go hunting for a new male to perform with them.
Euthanizing a Mer isn’t as easy as say, a dog. For one, they’re huge. With his tail, Bismuth’s got a good two feet on me. They’re also the perfect predator. Sharp teeth, sharper claws, more agile than a shark. And then there’s all the ridiculous regulations. The Animal Plant Health Inspection Service has a strict set of rules regarding Mer husbandry, including euthanization. The Occupational Safety and Health Administration has even stricter rules regarding trainer safety.
A net hangs over the side of the tank, a metal shepherd’s hook nearby. I cringe as nausea creeps through my stomach. That’s how they retrieved Craig’s body. Serge got the call from Oceanica while we were at the bar. Craig was supposed to join us after his training session with Bismuth and the twins.
Madison’s staring at the hook like she’s imagining what happened, and I squeeze her arm as I pass to grab the net. “Let’s get this over with.”
“Yeah,” she says, voice hollow.
Sergio grabs a long pole with an aluminum loop on one end from the wall. The electroshocker will send a current into the water, stunning the Mer. Natalie and Madison help me get the portable crane ready for the net. It’s almost too heavy for me to cast, which is why the electroshocker comes in handy. There’s no way I’d be able to catch a Mer while they’re swimming.
“Hit ‘em,” I say when I’m ready.
Sergio presses the button and all three of the Mer freeze, muscles contracting as lactic acid floods their systems, and float to the surface. It’s kind of cool, actually. With an expert flick of my wrist, the net soars over the water and the weights drop around Bismuth. I yank on the line to close the bottom, then unwind it from my arm and hook it to the crane.
Serge removes the shocker from the water. Natalie starts the crane and Bismuth thrashes, trying to get out. The twins swim in agitated circles like sharks as he’s lifted from the water, and the crane brings him to the side where Madison and I stand. I wipe my sweaty hands on my pants and grab a climbing hook attached to a rope. Bismuth’s webbed fingers reach through the netting, trying to sink his sharp claws into us. With a deep breath I dart in, clip the hook to the net, and duck away before he can grab me.
“Maddy!” I snap when she doesn’t move with the hook. “Pay attention or you’ll end up like Craig.”
“Sorry,” she mumbles and hooks the net.
I tie my line around a dock cleat and check that Maddy’s doing the same before lifting the syringe from the strap on my waist, pulling the cap off with my teeth, and stabbing it in Bismuth’s neck below his gills. Ten cc’s of pink juice flood his system.
The reaction starts in his gills, turning the tissue to foam. In a matter of seconds, his head is boiling away and foam moves down his chest, even as his tail twitches with muscle spasms. It’s disturbing to watch the first couple times, but the four of us are used to it now.
When Mer die, nothing remains. No scales, no hair, no skeleton. It all turns to seafoam. It’s one reason it took so long to find them—they don’t leave bodies behind. The only thing to prove Bismuth existed will be the video footage of his performances.
The hiss of a line unraveling grabs my attention from the show in the net. Maddy jumps to grab the rope. “Shit!”
Bismuth’s tail spasms and the net spins towards me. I try to jump out of the way, slip on the puddle of foam he’s created, and slam my knee on the metal platform. Pain roars through my leg. My hands fly into the air before I realize there’s nothing to grab and fall headfirst into the tank.
Saltwater shoots up my nose. Bubbles burst from my mouth. When they clear, there’s a pair of ice-blue, Area-51 eyes surrounded by bright green scales staring at me. I try to kick for the surface, but one twin’s claws sink into my leg, holding me under. Adrenaline rushes through my veins, hot in my stomach, and the other twin pierces my shoulders with her claws. I’m going to die. I grab the gills in her neck, the rakers cutting into my fingertips, and rip them. She screams in pain—the sound oddly clear in the water—and releases me as blood blooms around us. The twin with the claws in my leg yanks me further down. I gasp. Cold, coppery water rushes into my throat and lungs.
A thousand volts slam into my face and the world goes dark.
Happy Thursday, Aledan Merfolk! The Busy World of Becka hasn’t calmed down at all, but things have definitely changed. I’m in the middle of revising StO from present to past tense, and debating switching it from first person to third (please no). I’m fixing my is/was issue, and finding plenty of weak spots where the present tense was adding urgency, rather than the writing. Once I have the tenses changed, I’ll go back through and fix those weak spots. If I can get that done asap, I’ll be trying #PitMad on the tenth.
You probably know that I didn’t make it into #PitchWars, although all the mentors I submitted to have emailed to tell me how much they liked StO and how hard they worked to find it a mentor. I got some good feedback, like the tense change above, and some that I already knew was a problem (Erie’s young voice, UGH). One mentor mentioned that it’s too close to The Little Mermaid, which I did on purpose, but may have to rethink now. Changing that will change the rest of the series, though, and I love the storyline for Book Three. I’m not quite ready to kill that darling.
And now that I think about it, you guys don’t even really know what SPEAK THE OCEAN is about, do you? Maybe we’ll have us a Fie Eoin Friday tomorrow :) You’ve met Erie before, but you still need to meet Finn.
In chicken news: Fury went to the farm with Max. Stupid freaking roosters. But they’re happily together again and can crow to their heart’s content without waking me or the neighbors. The babies, Ripley and Mononoke (pictured above), are settling in to the daily routine really well, and staying in the bushes so they won’t be caught by the same hawk that got Six. They still aren’t too sure about Hubs, but they like my voice and will come fairly close, especially if I have food. They’re constantly moving, so they’re really hard to get a good photo of.
I swear to god if they turn out to be roosters I’m done with chickens. And eating two very nice chicken dinners.
Finally, today is Day Zero for my dad’s bone marrow stem cell transplant, and he’ll be getting the transplant sometime tonight or tomorrow morning. If you have any extra good thoughts to send his way, we’d appreciate it.
I’ll see you tomorrow for Fie Eoin Friday, Aledans! I hope you have a wonderful weekend, and we’ll get back to the normal schedule around here soon.