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Hello Family, Friends, and Fans!
Are you ready for another excerpt of Poseidon’s Pearl? Or are you here to listen to my writing troubles? Either way, you’re in the right place!
Keeping up with this blog thing is fun, though I do want more interaction. I think it’s about time I started posting on Twitter again. But I digress.
Snippet from Poseidon’s Pearl
In this excerpt, the King of the Atlantic Kingdom is Prince River’s uncle, Aquarius. Aquarius heard that River brought home a female in mating form (a little twist on my merfolk world, since I am not into tentacles and fins and other such things you may find in more avantgarde erotic works. But if that’s what your cup of tea is, enjoy it!) when he was betrothed against his will to the Princess of the Pacific Kingdom, Ripple.
Aquarius is trying to get River to spend some time getting to know Ripple, while River is only interested in seeing his little sister, Penelope. who is in the dungeons as an insurance policy that River will return to the Atlantic Kingdom and obey Aquarius’s rule. The first speaker is King Aquarius, followed by Prince River.
It’s time to meet Princess Ripple of the Pacific Kingdom!
Prince River’s Point of View:
“I want you to apologize to Ripple. She was devastated when she heard that her betrothed had another woman he loved enough to bring home. And then I want you to ditch the girl and marry Ripple. You could always invite your mermaid. Remember that your behavior reflects badly on Ripple’s name, bloodlines, and willingness to marry a half-breed like you. Not to mention the scandalous rule you will have when people hear about this. So, let’s keep this under fins and respect Ripple’s sacrifice.”
“Penelope first.”
A nasally female voice reached my ears as two hands with razor-sharp nails embraced me from behind. “Why? I’m right here. Besides, I’d love to meet the little fish. I bet she’s darling.”
I stiffened at this strange female’s touch. She slid around to face me, never once breaking physical contact. She was pretty, with angular features and long, blonde hair. She wore a red pigment on her lips and dark black pigment around her eyes. In other situations, I might have found her attractive. But if Aquarius liked her, that alone was a good reason for me not to like her.
“Ripple.” I inclined my head to acknowledge her.
“Such a warm welcome! I know this isn’t ideal, but the fact that I can overlook the other female in your life, as long as you’re discreet about it, is a tremendous offer.” She stroked my cheek with three fingers, making sure her fingernails showed the promise of their ability to draw blood.
Writing Troubles
This past week I lost my motivation to keep drafting the sequel to my Dragons Within short story. I had changed my goals from writing two chapters per week to writing a thousand words per day on any project. Unfortunately for me, this meant my brain took the opportunity to work on whatever I wanted to work on, and thus I lost all motivation to write the first draft of The Last Pyro (working title).
But writing two chapters meant pushing myself too hard, as I also have school papers to write and other responsibilities, habits, and life changes that needed to be addressed as well. My goal of writing two chapters per week was a first draft in an eight-week timeline, and I’m not there yet with my writing muscle or my ability to do everything without burning out.
For reference, I wrote the first draft of Poseidon’s Pearl in three months, as the first novel I had ever completed that I felt was good enough to edit and pursue publication options for it. This one is the second novel I have ever attempted with the intention of publishing it.
Because I had turned my focus to a daily word count without a specific project in mind, the urgency to write The Last Pyro was lost, and my brain made the excuse that as long as I wrote a thousand words per day whether it was blog posts or journaling instead of my fiction projects, I was still meeting my goal.
So I modified my goals. One chapter of The Last Pyro needs to be completed each week, regardless of how many words I write per day. The word count is just a secondary measurement of how productive I am writing-wise and can be an indicator of burnout.
The urgency is back! I tricked my brain into cooperating with my goals again! (Cue the meme that stated the irony of the two “o”‘s in the word “cooperate” insist on having separate distinct sounds.)
Thank you for supporting me and my writing journey.
Until next time, F3’s!
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