Well, this it is with surreal excitement that I can say I’ve finished the first draft of Seraphim, book one of Trials of the Outborn series.
I set that goal for myself a few days ago, the end of this particular path in sight, the light at the end of the tunnel could be seen blinking it’s beautiful sparks at me. And I arrived at the clearing and am currently basking in the glow of this new light. The writing journey is a series of these paths, each one unique to the writer of course but to the story, to the genre and to the moment, so many variables. For me, this path consisted of a fiery beginning when the story came to light. When Emric came to me in a dream like place and opened my eyes to this love that could survive centuries. I traveled along the road with Emric, seemingly easy, paved and well laid out until the road quickly turned to gravel and shortly after to quicksand. Swallowing me whole, I remained lost in this place, circling about and wondering where to turn, how to change the scene, where would help come from and if it would ever find me. The story stalled. And I wept, I cringed and had to put it down. Laying myself within the clutches of burn out and quicksand, up was down, and down was up, no left or right just spinning in thought.
Until a slippery moment surfaced and life was breathed deep into my lungs finally. The sand was coughed out and cleared, the trees parted and I saw a tiny foot path, just wide enough for me to explore. It was slick with uncertainty and still I pressed on, driven by a force that refused to led up. That was when I wrote my novella, a spin off, a prequel to Seraphim. Unknowing it was the fuel I needed to jump back in and travel again alongside Emric. And with the words of a dear friend, I dove into the depths of this trail, mostly submerged, waist deep in muck and gruel. Still, the voices of my characters pushed me through. The support of my friends made me keep going. Holding me accountable, providing room to vent and breathe and scream when the trial seemed hopeless. Still I kept going.
I’m so glad that I’ve come through, the path changed again, become dry and lighter, easier to travel along. It became a race to the finish line. Distractions arose and tried to stop me. But I continued. And here I am. On the other side of that path. The meadow here of flowers and butterflies has me resting and catching my breath. I’ll lay here for a bit I think.
The next path is unknown, uncharted territory. But I’m preparing my maps, preparing my tools and weaponry. I will face the awaiting trail in earnest. Here’s to the editing process!
I will keep you posted in my progress. The goal is to post every Sunday. At the least. I do hope you are enjoying your day and getting sleep. Drink your water. And breathe some fresh air! It’ll help your soul. I promise. Till next time. 🕯