A writing update coming out of no-where!
Copied from the tumblr post:
I finally cracked it. The placing of Lena’s scene, the exposition on the clergy, a moment on how things unfolded in the past.
Funny thing too, since Lena’s scene almost ended up exactly where it started. It just needed some foundational work, a little nudge to remind the reader of where MC came from, and where they are going. It sounds so simple in hindsight, but it was driving me insane for the longest time.
It only took a restructuring of my entire outline, a hard look at the actual themes I wanted to introduce this early, how it weaves together with the rest of the story, changing the reveals I cherished so dearly… My brain turned to goop. But! I am so satisfied with how it looks now. And with the first draft of the update having grown legs, sprinting ahead of me, I have so much to work with now! Tonight I start on the second draft, the one I will be sending to betas. (Don’t worry, I haven’t announced the need for them yet!)
I feel like I’m finally tooting the boat-horn and shouting full speed ahead!
Spoilers for chapter 2 beneath the cut:
Text ID
“An obedient army, I’d say. I visited Oakwerth just before the release, the Draman job, do you remember?”
“If I remember, Leith? You came back with the skin peeling off your arms. I remember.” You shudder.
“The scourge had already started, then. The commoners turning into mindless, slithering things. Their eyes… Their eyes multiplied like blisters forming all over their bodies, blinking open. I think the clergy wants us to keep them safe from their self-made consequences.”
You scoff. “Short of controlling us into fighting for them-”
“Well…” Leith takes a seat next to you, wrapping an arm around your shoulder, pressing you close. A shiver runs down your spine as le_he sighs. Your hands are covered in tiny cuts, in dried blood and dirt. A thorn is lodged in your thumb. Folding your hands together, you ignore the sting of weeks of unrelenting work. “What are you saying? Do they have the tech for that, to… to actually control us?”
Leith runs a hand over le_his face. “It’s possible.”
Note: This is first draft writing without any variations. Very crude, in short.
In the tags of that post I also talk a little about my insecurities I had with writing, how I have struggled with living up to both imagined expectations, and the ones I have placed on myself after such a positive response from readers. I know I sound like a broken record, but I really didn’t expect Ouro to gain so much interest. I kind of forgot to have fun with writing and started doubting everything with my story, and my focus became solely to not disappoint readers. That’s no way to write! I’m happy to say that while I’m not done doubting myself, who ever does, I am having so much fun with writing again. Thank you to all of you who have encouraged me and been so patient. It warms my heart.
Now back to writing!
(Oh, I also posted a painted sketch of Id’s armored face and some references):
Now I go back to writing. Toodles!
