Sunday, July 27, 2008

Rogue Rainlord

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I have just finished another run through of the manuscript of Rogue Rainlord - or whatever this book 1 will finally be called - and I still found some examples of overwriting. (In early drafts, I invariably underwrite.)

I didn't forget any dogs this time - but I did forget one important detail. I sent a character off to get help, and then failed to mention what happened to him. Rather an important omission at this late stage! Fortunately, easily fixed.

Anyway, at last, I am happy with Rogue Rainlord. In fact, I think it is a brilliant book. Yep, I am at the peak of my love affair with this story. There is adventure and battle and war; excitement and despair and hope, a deeply touching love story, two very different men so consumed with hubris and their own agendas that they do not not recognise the evil they do, or in fact care. Generally lots of big things at stake in a world gone awry.

There were times when I knew it was terrible, and I thought I would never wrestle it into shape. But - with considerable help from my beta readers - I have arrived at a story that I am proud to have written. And possibly because it gave me so much trouble, I think it is one of the best things I have ever done.

Tomorrow I will say more about overwriting and underwriting. In the meantime, here's the very beginning of ...

Chapter One.

It was the last night of her childhood.

Terril, unknowing, thought it just another busy evening in Opal’s Snuggery, crowded and noisy and hot. Rooms were hazed with the fumes from the keproot pipes of the addicted and fuggy with the smell of the resins smouldering in the censers. Smoky blue tendrils curled through the archways, encouraging a lively lack of restraint as they blurred the air.

Everything as usual.

Terril's job was to collect the dirty plates and mugs and return them to the kitchen, in an endless round from sunset until the dark dissolved under the first cold fingering of dawn.

Her desire was to be unnoticed at the task.

Her dream was to escape her future as one of Madam Opal’s girls.

Once she’d thought the snuggery a happy place, the outer courtyard always alive with boisterous chatter and laughter as friends met on entry, the reception rooms bustling with servants fetching food from the kitchens or amber from the barrels in the cellar, the stairs cluttered with handmaidens as they giggled and flirted and smiled, arm in arm with their clients. She’d thought the snuggery’s inhabitants lived each night adrift on laughter and joy and friendship. But she had only been seven then, and newly purchased. She was twelve now, old enough to realise the laughter and the smiles and the banter were part of a larger game, and what underlay it was much sadder. She still didn’t understand everything, not really, even though she knew now what went on between the customers and women like her half-sister, Vivie, in the upstairs rooms.

She knew enough to see the joy was a sham.

She knew enough to know she didn’t want any part of it.

And so she scurried through the reception rooms with her laden tray, hugging the walls on her way to the kitchen, a drab girl with brown tunic, brown skin, brown hair so dark it had the rich depth of rubies; a timid pebblemouse on its way back to its lair with a pouch-load of detritus to pile around its burrow entrance, hoping to keep a hostile world at bay. She kept her gaze downcast, instinctively aware that her eyes, green and intelligent, told another story.

14 comments:

Peter said...

Ah, now that the appetite is surely whetted with this hors d'oeuvre, when can we expect the main course to be served?

2paw said...

Wow, that is so wonderful!! Can't wait to actually read the whole book. I love your female characters. Australian fantasy authors write so well for women!!!

karenmiller said...

Yee haaawwwww!

That is fantastic. You have to know how stonkingly proud I am of you ...

hrugaar said...

As karen says ... stonkingly proud, Ma'am. :)

Jo said...

I have never been stonked, but I guess I too am stonkingly proud of you. Don't change that title. It makes me want to read the book without this little taster. Rogue Rainlord really conjures up lots of pictures in one's mind.

I too am waiting for the main course.

Marina said...

And then ....?!

Enticing beginning -- like Peter I want to know when we can read the rest of it!

Glenda Larke said...

You guys can't be as impatient as I am to have this published, believe me! But as yet, I still have not signed a contract, or indeed received one. There are some nibbles though, so we shall see.

One of these days I shall do a post about how getting published differs - or doesn't differ - for someone with a publishing history.

Anonymous said...

Ooh I cannot wait! I may even start up a publishing company of my own and contact your agent :D - i really don't want to wait!

Someone better hand you a contract soon - and when someone does, all the other publishers will be kicking themselves that they didn't get the next besteller!

Hehe I love your works, Glenda!

(Although it's a shame I can't seem to find The Isles Of Glory here in the UK... :'(

Elliott

Jo said...

I just checked, all the books in the Isles of Glory series are available from Amazon.uk, I thought they would be.

hrugaar said...

Yes, fortunately for us the American paperbacks of the Isles of Glory trilogy are available via amazon.co.uk.

Glenda, mabe you'd better hold fire on the sordid truth about getting published until you have those contracts signed and sealed and firmly in your hand? Or am I being too much a slave to those nebulous concepts of tact and diplomacy? ;)

Anonymous said...

Hehe silly me - of all the bookshops I've looked in, I forgot to look on Amazon.uk - and that's where I by most of my books *g*.

LOL maybe I just forgot about it... Well, I have been a bit overworked by these pesky GCSEs *g*.

Good luck, Glenda!

Elliott

Christine said...

That is wonderful! I can't wait to read it in its entirety! I love your books and have urged many of my friends to buy when they are looking for something new to read...even non-fantasy readers who end up loving them as much as I do!

glenda larke said...

Thank you all - let's hope the editors have such good taste too, eh? *g* In this business, nothing at all is certain, ever. All I can do is write the best book I know how, and then follow up with the sacrifice of a goat or two on the altar dedicated to the gods of publishing. Or something.

Jo said...

Try a white bull, they are supposed to work wonders.