“Celebrate good times, COME ON!”
It’s time to crack out those party poppers and toot those party horns while wearing a most dashing cone hat where its elastic cuts off blood circulation under your chin. And I shall bake a marvellous cake appropriately decorated with ‘100’ iced across the top, and you shall eat it and all will be splendid.
But do not be mistaken in thinking that we are celebrating an 100th birthday, oh no. You would be tremendously mistaken, in fact. So, what is this one hundred all about? Let’s see if you can guess…
If you have followed my blog for any length of time, you are likely to be aware that I am in the process of writing Book 2 of the Ilimoskus trilogy. You are also likely to be aware that is has been an utter NIGHTMARE. Technically, I have been ‘working’ on Book 2 since November 2012, would you believe it (ugh, the thought), but self-publishing Book 1 took up so much of my time I cannot even tell you, and so I had to leave Book 2 completely for a while. In April 2013, Times of Old was published out in the big, wide world, so I foolishly assumed that I would be able to work on the second book again. Goodness knows how many blog posts I’ve done where I claim to be “back on the case with writing Book 2!” only to write another post a few months later claiming the exact same thing, thus implying I never actually got back on the case at all. Because I hadn’t. And that was because, emotionally (and physically, for a while), my life carelessly threw me about all over the place, and I just couldn’t do it. Everything regarding Book 2 had been going wrong, or badly, or just not at all. Writing Book 2 had been struggle after struggle, hardship after hardship, misery after misery. The whole experience felt like I was running as fast as I possibly could, but never moved anywhere – you know, like in those horrible dreams – and if I did miraculously run at all, it was only to stumble over my own two feet and fall flat on my face.
Have you noticed something? I’m using past tense. I would hate to speak too soon, but things have been different with Book 2 recently. There hasn’t been struggle and hardship and misery – or, at least, not like it was before. It suddenly feels as though my vision has been relieved of some dense fog that had been clouding it the whole time, and when I try to run now, I can actually move forwards. Slowly, perhaps, but movement nonetheless. But I can see clearly now, so even if I do stumble, I can see where I’m placing my feet.
“I can see clearly now, the rain is gone”
Do forgive these sudden bursts of song, I am just so overjoyed
“Oh, I feel overjoyed (when you listen to my woooooords)”
Little bit of Bastille, right there
Have you guessed what one hundred is about yet? The other day, I reached a landmark point with Book 2…
I have broken the 100 page mark, my friends!
I could still scream with joy, even though this happened a few days ago. It really did – does – feel like a miracle. Okay, some people out there might be reading this thinking, ‘She’s been working on Book 2 since November 2012 (!!) and she’s only just written 100 pages?!?’ Well, yes, basically. But so what? Were you me, experiencing my life with my mind/emotions as I did, you would understand, and you would also appreciate just how monumental this is for me. I really like to think of this as a turning point. THIS IS IT. Book 2 is getting serious, it’s coming, be prepared 😉 I mean, given previous rates of progress, I probably won’t be done until 2018, but you know. Who’s counting?
Given this is a special occasion, I am going to treat you all.
Admittedly, this isn’t much of a treat because I cannot draw, but still.
As the smoke faded away, Fii’dezrhu saw Nax making his move, for he was not about to waste this perfect opportunity.
“Slowly, Nax – move slowly,” Fii’dezrhu whispered as Nax untied his rope.
He made a large loop and poised himself ready to lasso. Tossing the rope down from the tree, it slipped neatly over the orneck’s neck, but as he tugged it, the orneck charged away, yanking him out of the tree. He thumped to the ground and was briskly dragged along, wailing as he went, with leaves and dirt flying into his face.
Fii’dezrhu laughed at his friend’s misfortune, naturally.
– Times of Old, chapter 5, pg. 34
So, here we have a poorly done sketch of mine, depicting this precise moment in Book 1. As you can see, Nax is in the process of being dragged out of the tree by the orneck (which, if anyone’s wondering, is basically a fire horse), while Fii’dezrhu – Nax’s best buddy – is laughing at him. As any best friend would, right?
I’ve always distinguished my landmarks by 100 pages at a time, so maybe, when I reach 200, I’ll treat you all again 😉
On a heartfelt note, though: thank you for the support and encouragement, and thank you for being so patient! You’re all amazing.