Keep up the good work. Tell us about what you’re trying to write. You have a beginning, but do you know where your story is going yet? I myself am trying to get past the first page of my novel Bitch Trailer Park about a bunch of psychopathic women living alone in a trailer park because nobody can stand them. I actually have a sister like that. Is your story based partly on your real experience?

The Princess and the crew finished figuring out who was going and who was staying. Then the Princess takes the brawniest deckhand to a strip club on the Auburn Moon filled with Imperial Soldiers and makes eye contact with a certain table dancer.

Today was the day from heck. One of our horses lacerated his eye. Our car battery died. We called AAA and they said they could change the battery but none of their batteries fit. So I took it to our local mechanic and apparently he had changed the bracket so he could put another size of battery in. He told me it would take 30 minutes to change the battery but then he found some other stuff that needed fixing so I just said that I’d hang there until he finished. I was reading A Game of Thrones and didn’t realize that 3.5 hours had passed until my wife called to see where the heck I was. So I finally get home and work is freaking out. And on top of it all my wife is having some pain in her hip and knee and has to fly out tomorrow. What a day.

Keep it going.

So: The antagonist/former slave owner has displayed the Top Secret Weapon–which is a learned skill, which he’s very bad at. Not so bad as to kill himself with it, but he “didn’t attach his clothes to his skin this time.” ;D

My favorite scene ever is only half done: protag is masquerading as one of the bad guys, buys his captured friends from a slave trader, and when I finish the scene the deal WILL go badly. This is like Christmas and birthday for the next couple years anticipation, but I promised I’d check back in.

I brought my three main characters to life. Bee is a very gifted girl with so much raw magic in her that her village elders decide to stall her progress to avoid trouble. Her husband, Rudd, is the perfect tool to stall her, but neither of them know that…yet. (Although he’s a bright fellow and might figure it out pretty soon.) And then there’s the outcast from the neighbour village, Fox, and he turned out to be quite a poet (he also managed to veer all this romantic fantasy in a literary genre).
The twisty stuff that I haven’t fully figured out yet? All magic is sexual.

This is a big challenge for me since I’m not normally taken by erotica.

Oh, and I’m going slow, 250 words per day minimum, but I’m committing to writing every day because weekends that I used to skip hurt my writing on Mondays.

Thank you.