I have a quiet New Year’s Eve, this year. With dad, my oldest nephew, and my youngest brother and his girlfriend*pauses* Maybe not quiet, since me and dad is babysitting my nephew. Who is a bit sick, and clingy. But he enjoyed the vegetarian tex mex we fed him. <3
It was nice, though, even if we aren’t going to watch any firelights. It is nice, though. Even if it makes me wonder if I should do something different next year.
It is a long time until then, though. So Happy New Year, and I hope you have nice evening.
So my mum had a hazelnut cake that she used to make when we were kids, though she stopped making it when we became older. I really want to bake it, but dad is wincing and giving me desperate looks when I mention it. So I wont bake it. Today. Tomorrow when he is off to work is another question…
Anyway. It is delicious, and glutenfree and dairy free. It is *not* vegan or sugarfree, though I am pretty sure that anyone willing to experiment with replacing the eggs and sugar, can make it vegan or sugarfree. I am posting the version with hazelnuts, but any nuts should work just fine!
2 1/4 dl hazelnuts OR 150 g. (FYI 1 dl of ground hazelnuts is roughly 45 g)
2 dl sugar
1 tsk baking powder
Preheat the oven to 175 C.
Grind the nuts finely in a blender (if you are using whole nuts). With a spoon ot spatula, gently mix the eggs, sugar and baking powder. Add the ground nuts and mix it some more.
Pour the batter into a breaded pan with some parchment paper in the bottom and immediately put it into the oven for 40 minutes.
Anyway. This is the hazelnut cake mum used to make.
Somehow, it is late December and a hot summer was followed by a mild Fall/Winter., until a couple of weeks ago. Which is great writing weather. Or in my case, revising. Which I have been doing, in between packing and working and commuting. I think I am going to be done in January, hopefully, since I figured out that if I revise chapters backwards, and out of order I revise faster. This only works when the scenes aren’t covered in yellow notes, and will need to be merged. *looks at the messy chapter 9*
Well. At least I will just have 3 chapters left when I am done?! *clings to that*
Right now, the plan is to be done with this draft in January. Normally, I would have said *early* January, but… I am moving in early January, probably. The move will be a good thing, since it is closer to town, with a shorter commute and better services.
Yes, you heard it right. No more spending 3 hours per day on the bus, to and from work, or being 20-30 minutes late because I missed the bus. Whee!
No matter where you are, if it is summer or winter, I hope you have a really nice holiday filled with good food, laughter and good memories.
I just finished wrapping the few gifts I have this year, so I am going to write until we are off to my brother’s in 3 hours or so.
Since it is Jul, I thought I would give you a sneak peek at the current opening for the Bonedragon’s curse. (Which will probably be cut, because I want to start the book a smidge later.)
The sound of thumping footsteps approaching the burrow was almost masked by the rain pattering against the roof. Love inched over to the rowan staff, laying on a pair of pegs, just above the pile of grass and leaves were he slept. Part of him was whispering that he was overly cautious, that no one would hurt him. He ignored it. Things were tense in the forest, tense enough that everyone was cautious. ”Love!” A familiar voice roared. Love relaxed. Ketor. What did the troll want now? The faun sighed. The only way to find out was to speak to his fried. Love grumbled, but stood. He brushed off the leaves from his fur covered legs and poked his head out. ”What?” ”The warden want to see us.” ”Now?” Loke sputtered. ”Yes.” ”Why?” ”Dunno. Probably something about the feud between the dryads and the wolves.” Loke grimaced. If the warden was summoning the rangers, things were getting to a head. He hoped it wouldn’t require Ketor bashing heads in with his stone club. Or him wacking dwellers with his staff. ”Let me get my cloak,” he muttered. Ketor grunted. Love grabbed the cloak his mother had woven from shed unicorn fur before he left her burrrow. He felt pang of nostalgia. He had a good life, but there were times when he wished fauns wasn’t so territorial. Love sighed. Maybe he could visit next summer. He wrapped the cloak around him, and left.
It is really, really hot right now (which it has been since May). And it is predicted to remain hot for the rest of July. I am hoping for rain. Lots of it, but I am at the same time dreading when it starts to rain again, since it is so dry that I am not sure if the ground will be able to absorb the water. Yeah. So I am staying at dad’s, since he has a beach 5 minutes away.
I am writing, though, no matter how hot it is. Even if is a bit slower than normal. I am almost that the halfway point, and if I keep up the pace, I should be done around my birthday. (I know, I probably jinxed it now.)
Once I am done with this book, I am going back to the Portal Justicars. More specifically, the Shifter’s Justice. I am hoping it wont take me as long as Vanished did. We will see.
Anyway, I am off to write now. I hope you are having a nice summer!
Right now I am working on the first book in an historical fantasy series ( and before you ask: It has a title that I love, and a cover, but I am going to sit on them for awhile). The book takes place in Sweden, around the time they stopped executing witches. It filled with witches, and werewolves and vampires I am having a lot of fun, dumping the story on the page, without much revising and back tracking. Though I have had to back-track a couple of times, since I took a couple of wrong turns. At least I figured it out. I also tried to edit as I go at the beginning of the draft, but I figured out fast that it didn’t work.
This is why my rough drafts are a mess, but that is ok. I’ll fix it in the rewrite, which will happen sometime in 2019, cause I have other books I need to revise. Hopefully I’ll figure out a way to revise faster.
I am not sure what I’ll work on once I am done with this book. Either I tackle revising Shifters’ Justice or typing in Frosthold. Both have their possibilities. Though it is possible that I will try typing in Frosthold and writing something new at the same time. The worst thing that will happen is that I figure out it wont work…. Though maybe first I should see if I can find the notebooks containing the handwritten draft.
I have a lot of flexibility in my day job, so I can basically set my own schedule (which is good and bad, since it means if I take time off, I don’t get paid). Most of the time, I work 6 hours per day with Friday off, but last week I worked 7 hours for two days. And.. I decided that even if the extra hours were nice, it wasn’t worth it. Mainly because of self-care reasons but partially because it cut into my writing time.
That, and a lunch with my brother where he sprouted nonsense like writing less and working more, made me think about protecting the writing. Or rather protecting the writing time. While I write everyday, or try to at least, Friday is my main writing day were my family is busy (=no social obligations, except maybe a dinner), so I can focus on the writing. Except… lately I have been using it to schedule meetings. Meet the real estate guy to get an estimate on mum’s house? Friday. Go to the bank? Friday. Go and check on mum’s house? Friday.
I am the first to admit that is convenient to do it, since I have time on Friday. Except… since I live 1 hour+ away from mum’s house, it means that I lose a lot of writing time when I go there.
And.. I cannot keep doing that. Writing is… a balance towards my dayjob, which can be pretty bleak sometimes. So cutting into the writing time is bad, in the long run. Doubly so when I do it while dealing with mum’s estate.
In fact, I think I will cut down on hours until the house is sold. I mean what’s the point of being able to set my own schedule if I don’t use it when I feel that I need it?
It has been a long time since I wrote something here, which has many reasons. Most of them life related, but things have calmed down now. (More or less.) While dealing with life I have been slowly working at The Dragon’s Blade, which is very messy but it is also at 26 000 words, so I am almost done. Yay for slow and steady. 🙂
I have also been to Helsinki, which was so much fun! I got meet my friends and listen to people being smart. And I get to do it again in 2019 since Dublin won the Worldcon bid. (I might already have agreed to do a panel with my friends. Eeep.)
For the next month the plan is to wrap up the first draft of The Dragon’s Blade and then pick up Vanished again, since I put it aside when Life blew up. (I also needed the distance from it.)
If I was ambitious, I would aim to be done with Vanished before Octocon, but… I am going to be realistic and aim for Christmas instead. 🙂
After a number of revision rounds, and line edits and copy edits, I finally finished the last rounds of edits on Daughter of the Dark. I cut 500 words, mostly a lot of had’s and that’s and what’s. (And caught some inconsistencies) Now I am going to eat chocolate and read some books. 🙂