I have accomplished First Draft
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Lord Withycombe and the Curse of the Pharaoh's Manicurists has a first draft!
Complete novel, done at 2000 words/day
It'll take some rewriting before it gets submitted. I'd like it to be closer to 60K.
But Whoot!
First draft!
For those who want a taste:
Charlie shook his head. “I only meant, do you want to start with 'I am born and raised' or shall i just keep a journal and work from that?”
"I think a journal with some memories, as I recall them.” Lord Edward considered a long while. ”Starting at the beginning would be terribly boring.”
Charlie sipped more tea and tried another slice of toast. The first was riding quite well, but his stomach was growling for more. “It's only boring when you live it.” He made himself more comfortable. “All right, give me one really good childhood adventure.”
Lord Edward settled back in his chair. “That would probably be the day I took my father's best horse with the intent of running away.”
"Oh my. Horse thieving is still a hanging offense back home.” Charlie scribbled down the words “Stole father's best horse as child.”
"Yes, but I was Master Edward, and somehow thought that even striking out on my own, I was still entitled to my inheritance. In this case, that horse. Old Barbara...” He remembered the name with no fondness in his voice at all. “She was a chestnut mare, seven years old. And she had little tolerance for anyone but my father. Most grooms couldn't handle her. She got perhaps three or four miles down the road and she started rebelling. She tried to brush me off her back at a few trees, and when she couldn't be rid of me that way, she gave a great rearing and threw me off that way. Unfortunately, my clothes were tangled up and she threw me, but not my trousers.”
Charlie laughed at that image and then covered his mouth.
Lord Edward continued. “She ran all the way back home with them caught on her saddle. And I had to make the very cold walk back without them.”
"Oh my. And the spanking at home?” Charlie assumed there would be one, as there had been the day he had run away from home and made his mother cry and worry.
"The thrashing was worse than the fall, yes.” Lord Edward grinned as if it had all been a grand lark.
"Poor Master Edward,” Charlie sighed. “Did a sympathetic maid sneak you buns for dinner?”
Lord Edward chuckled. “Unfortunately not. I was a holy terror and had no sympathy with any of the staff. Especially not the maid, who hated my room for the odds and ends she would find there, anything from a dead frog to a live hedgehog.”
"A hedgehog?” Charlie looked at him. “You kept a hedgehog?”
"Only for a day. They're very prickly pets.”
Charlie noted that turn of phrase and sighed. “I was meek and quiet. I couldn't see beyond my arm and was rather timid until my parents figured out that I needed glasses.”
Lord Edward reached over and pushed Charlie's glasses back up his nose. “They look very studious on you. It fits.” Charlie blushed, just enough to turn pink. Lord Edward leaned in closer and whispered conspiratorially, “I'm still rumored to be a bit of a holy terror. So I need a studious secretary at my side.”
Charlie shook his head, uncomprehending. “How is that going to help? It's not as if I dare stop any of your terror.”
Lord Edward settled back, to Charlie's great relief. He could barely breathe with the man that close, smelling of spice and leather and tobacco and a man's cologne. If Lord Edward touched his glasses again, he was going to be quite improper.
"It balances, you see. You will be there, reminding me that I have to do this and that and that it's not a good idea to... misbehave,” Lord Edward made that last word impossibly sexy and Charlie's toes curled.
Lord Withycombe and the Curse of the Pharaoh's Manicurists has a first draft!
Complete novel, done at 2000 words/day
It'll take some rewriting before it gets submitted. I'd like it to be closer to 60K.
But Whoot!
First draft!
For those who want a taste:
Charlie shook his head. “I only meant, do you want to start with 'I am born and raised' or shall i just keep a journal and work from that?”
"I think a journal with some memories, as I recall them.” Lord Edward considered a long while. ”Starting at the beginning would be terribly boring.”
Charlie sipped more tea and tried another slice of toast. The first was riding quite well, but his stomach was growling for more. “It's only boring when you live it.” He made himself more comfortable. “All right, give me one really good childhood adventure.”
Lord Edward settled back in his chair. “That would probably be the day I took my father's best horse with the intent of running away.”
"Oh my. Horse thieving is still a hanging offense back home.” Charlie scribbled down the words “Stole father's best horse as child.”
"Yes, but I was Master Edward, and somehow thought that even striking out on my own, I was still entitled to my inheritance. In this case, that horse. Old Barbara...” He remembered the name with no fondness in his voice at all. “She was a chestnut mare, seven years old. And she had little tolerance for anyone but my father. Most grooms couldn't handle her. She got perhaps three or four miles down the road and she started rebelling. She tried to brush me off her back at a few trees, and when she couldn't be rid of me that way, she gave a great rearing and threw me off that way. Unfortunately, my clothes were tangled up and she threw me, but not my trousers.”
Charlie laughed at that image and then covered his mouth.
Lord Edward continued. “She ran all the way back home with them caught on her saddle. And I had to make the very cold walk back without them.”
"Oh my. And the spanking at home?” Charlie assumed there would be one, as there had been the day he had run away from home and made his mother cry and worry.
"The thrashing was worse than the fall, yes.” Lord Edward grinned as if it had all been a grand lark.
"Poor Master Edward,” Charlie sighed. “Did a sympathetic maid sneak you buns for dinner?”
Lord Edward chuckled. “Unfortunately not. I was a holy terror and had no sympathy with any of the staff. Especially not the maid, who hated my room for the odds and ends she would find there, anything from a dead frog to a live hedgehog.”
"A hedgehog?” Charlie looked at him. “You kept a hedgehog?”
"Only for a day. They're very prickly pets.”
Charlie noted that turn of phrase and sighed. “I was meek and quiet. I couldn't see beyond my arm and was rather timid until my parents figured out that I needed glasses.”
Lord Edward reached over and pushed Charlie's glasses back up his nose. “They look very studious on you. It fits.” Charlie blushed, just enough to turn pink. Lord Edward leaned in closer and whispered conspiratorially, “I'm still rumored to be a bit of a holy terror. So I need a studious secretary at my side.”
Charlie shook his head, uncomprehending. “How is that going to help? It's not as if I dare stop any of your terror.”
Lord Edward settled back, to Charlie's great relief. He could barely breathe with the man that close, smelling of spice and leather and tobacco and a man's cologne. If Lord Edward touched his glasses again, he was going to be quite improper.
"It balances, you see. You will be there, reminding me that I have to do this and that and that it's not a good idea to... misbehave,” Lord Edward made that last word impossibly sexy and Charlie's toes curled.
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Date: 2011-04-13 07:17 pm (UTC)