Francesca Felizzi, former mistress of the Duke of Ferrara, is now an aspiring courtesan. Astonishingly beautiful and ambitious, she revels in the power she wields over men. But when she is visited by an inexperienced young man, it becomes horribly clear to Francesca that despite her many admiring patrons, she has never truly been loved. Suddenly, her glittering and sumptuous life becomes a gaudy facade. And then another unexpected encounter brings with it devastating implications that plunge Francesca and her two young daughters into the sort of danger she has dreaded ever since she began to work the streets all those years ago.
So I finished the draft of I See Fire! Normally when I do Nanowrimo, I meet my word count and then I lose all motivation. Last year for Camp Nanowrimo, I set myself 30,000 word goal, met it halfway through the month and then stopped writing altogether on that novel (did a lot of writing on other things instead). So this year, I am really happy because I met my 50,000 word count goal on the 23rd (when I did a 10k day) and then kept writing until I finished this draft. Continue reading “Finished! Done! Completed!”
To five-year-old Jack, Room is the entire world. It is where he was born and grew up; it’s where he lives with his Ma as they learn and read and eat and sleep and play. At night, his Ma shuts him safely in the wardrobe, where he is meant to be asleep when Old Nick visits.
Room is home to Jack, but to Ma, it is the prison where Old Nick has held her captive for seven years. Through determination, ingenuity, and fierce motherly love, Ma has created a life for Jack. But she knows it’s not enough…not for her or for him. She devises a bold escape plan, one that relies on her young son’s bravery and a lot of luck. What she does not realize is just how unprepared she is for the plan to actually work.
I discovered, once again, if I take a day off for my novel, it’s hard to get back into it. I went home for the weekend, didn’t have my laptop and ended up not writing on my novel for five days (I still wrote just not for Camp) and it’s hard to get back into the groove of the fantasy world and characters when you’re absent for a little bit.
When a Scrivener app comes out on Android, I am there!
The trouble is when you’re doing well is being scared you’re going to lose momentum. I’m very ahead of my word count goal (50k) but I’m behind on my ‘finish both novels goal’. I have surprised myself with how much I can write, even on night shifts when I actually get down and do it. And use the Camp Nanowrimo Twitter sprints whenever I can. Last year I reached my target and then ignored the sprints on Twitter, this year every time I’m at home and able to do the sprints, I’m doing them. It seems to be making the difference.
It’s good to see how much I can do when I’m actually determined, rather than making writing another thing on my to-do list, I’ve been making it a priority.
Billy Darling never enjoyed being a wanted man until the day Miss Esmerelda Fine marched into the Tumbleweed Saloon and pointed her derringer at his heart. Lucky for him, she’s a mighty poor shot. Instead of killing him, she hires him to find her runaway brother. He should turn down her offer. He should resist her charms. But he doesn’t. Because there comes a time in every man’s life when he’s got nothing left to lose…but his heart.
Do you ever get those thoughts? You sit down to write one story, you tell yourself you’re going to focus on this idea and this idea only, and ten billion other ideas come into your head, each one more wild and exciting than the last.
Of course if you give up on your original idea and start working on one of those new ideas, the same thing’ll happen again. And you like your original idea. It’s just your brain doesn’t like being productive on the thing that could work.
It’s the instant gratification monkey. I hate that monkey.
Autumn, 1546. King Henry VIII is slowly, painfully dying. His Protestant and Catholic councillors prepare for a final and decisive power struggle; whoever wins will control the government. The Catholics decide to focus their attack on Henry’s sixth wife, the Protestant Queen Catherine Parr. As Catherine begins to lose the King’s favor, she turns to the shrewd, hunchbacked lawyer, Matthew Shardlake, to contain a potentially fatal secret.
The Queen has written a confessional book, Lamentation of a Sinner, a memoir so radical that if it came to the King’s attention, it could bring her and her courtly sympathizers to ruination. The London printer into whose hands she entrusted the manuscript has been murdered, the book nowhere to be found.
Shardlake’s investigations take him down a trail that begins among printshops in the filthy backstreets of London, but leads him once more to the labyrinthine world of court politics, where Protestant friends can be as dangerous as Catholic enemies, and those who will support either side to further their ambition are the most dangerous of all.