In a crazy, insufficiently-caffeinated moment of snap decisions, I just announced to my Facebook friends list my intention to finish my first short story by the end of the summer. (And now, through posting here, I have announced it Throughout The Internet Entire.) I blame this year’s Camp Nanowrimo mug; it turns my head with its mythical creatures and heady capacity for hot drinks. [sip]
I’ve spent the month of May, while not quite as rigorously productive as April, working on research and getting my magic system in order. I’m in the middle of multiple books, honing skills in my weakest areas of writing, and generally trying to set creative habits in my life.
I’m carrying a daily planner to jot random Olivyn notes in, because hey, they’re date-stamped! (Also, it’s a far more enjoyable use for a planner. Also also, I need justification for next year’s Hobonichi Techo.)
I have a desk dedicated to creative pursuits — in my living room, with the best natural light — where I draw, write, and plan. (Because let’s face it, I’ll be illustrating Olivyn as well. It was inevitable.)
And now I have a goal. I feel *nearly* prepared. I’m starting with perhaps the oddest feature of Olivyn — the floating islands — and using the story to explore their origins. I won’t give anything away, but they do not have the kind of occupants one might expect.
Are you ready for the summer? I think I’m ready.