I got a decent start this morning, and didn’t take time to look at any social media. There is a particular section of the book I wanted to complete.
Lisa met me in the kitchen in her pirate garb, then followed me to the office. “Are you going to include the adventure with Waltus, or not?”
I’ve been toying with this section for a long time. It goes in, it gets cut, it goes back in, etc. The main issue boils down to a lot of making ready, setting sail, and traveling. The arctic is a fascinating place, but the interesting bits are few and far between. I know, I’ve been there.
I didn’t want it to be unrealistic, but have to keep the modern fiction reader in mind. I decided to include a bit of crush/romance because people on a ship are still people. Then I added Waltus back into the story.
People seem to love the root monsters, and their tales kind of reflect the truth, but aren’t documentaries either. Instead of living through the adventure, I had James come across the aftermath and ask what the hell happened. Flattop isn’t maybe as animated as the other monsters, but he did a good job filling his captain in about the attack by Waltus on the ships.
This all played out against a stark icy landscape that posed an obstacle to getting the ships where they need to go. I included some wandering around on the sea ice, and eventually found a laborious way to move all three ships. I stopped after moving the first one, but I have two more to go. I’ll likely shorten those parts up, because readers will have already seen that action.
It was 12:30 when I looked up. “Okay, Waltus is back in. I should probably work on my next Story Empire post.”
“I want to read it,” Lisa said.
“You’ll have to wait until I leave. I need to start researching my next post.”
“Killjoy.” The WiFi went down.
“What happened? I need to look up some data about the Guardian Archetype.”
“I turned it off.”
“Don’t be a brat. You can read Lanternfish after I leave. I need the Internet so I can get my next post ready.”
“Nope, I’m the Threshold Guardian. You can’t complete your task without appeasing me.”
“You’ve got to be kidding me! I can’t believe you… oh. I get it. Now turn the WiFi back on so I can rough out this post.”
Lisa smirked, then spun on her heels and left. The WiFi came back on, and I managed to rough out my post, and even found a decent graphic for it.
Old What’s Her Face and I have a combined errand trip this afternoon, and I might even get the post scheduled before the evening is over. It came to well over 3000 words of new fiction, but I didn’t keep an exact count again.