June 26, 2003
Write Club again, finally
I went back to Write Club last night for the first time in, well, months. Last week doesn't really count, cause that was mostly me and Julie chatting and goofing off. ;)
Managed another 400 words or so on the untitled story. Max is now Alex, or, as I discovered a little bit ago, Lady Mirelle Alexandria Xavier ni Malcolm--which she doesn't accept. She's met a new ally, apparently, but she doesn't trust him. I wouldn't either, but then, I know who he is. Showed what I had so far to Mer and Julie. Mer says the new character is sexy and the story/novel/whatever the hell this is should be a romance. Julie just thinks it's probably a novella. I think she's right. And I think Mer's right about Weylin being sexy, but hey.
The plot is growing slowly. It's all feeling a bit derivative of Laurell K. Hamilton, but I don't care right now. It feels too good to be writing.
Because I haven't done it in ages, here's a snippet of what I wrote last night:
"What happened?" Alex asked quietly.
"Threw me out," Weylin muttered gruffly. "Familiar story around the Uasal Court these days. Disagree with His Highness too loudly or too often, and out you go. Why do you think he's rounding up the half-breeds? From the stories I've heard, the Court's getting awfully empty."
"The goblin who attacked me said the Prince didn't care if I was alive or dead. That doesn’t sound like someone who's looking to repopulate."
Weylin laughed. It wasn't a friendly sound. "Goblins have been known to be a little overzealous, Alex. You know that."
"You're saying the goblin was lying?"
"Oh no," Weylin replied. "I'm sure he would've killed you if he'd gotten a chance. Eaten as much of your flesh as his belly could hold and then carried your corpse to the Prince."
"Thanks for the reassurance," Alex said dryly.
"Hey, you asked. And when he got you there, the Prince would've executed his ass for failing to follow orders. Think, Alex. If he's resorted to sending out goblins to round up half-breeds, he's stretched thin. Normally he sends only his best for this sort of work. But his best are all tied up elsewhere. So he's sending goblins."
