I am one of those writers who must have an explanation for everything. It’s pretty annoying sometimes, but always necessary for my “process.”
The Lightning-Maker’s Daughter is an alternate-history thingamadoodle, so that means I have to justify all the alternate-ness. Most of it is confined to my own noodle, or my Excel document I have to keep track of just this kind of thing.
The bidding part of the betrothal auction. Mattie is bored.
The endless parade of tuxedoed and uniformed men ran together into one smear of unremarkable humanity. Mattie’s brain began to identify the men with the strangest features and assemble them into one Quasimodo-esque visage, with protruding ears, a smashed nose, eyes too close together, reddened jowls, and a surprisingly wonderful personality. She’d have married Quasimodo and lived in the tower with him, enjoying their solitude and books and view of Paris, if only he were eligible—and real.
A familiar face stood out: Frederick. He caught her eye and smiled wordlessly: they weren’t supposed to speak during the bidding. It wasn’t called a silent auction for nothing.
He lifted his hand toward the box. A folded notice dropped from his slender fingers through the slit in the top.
Every Sunday (if I remember), I’ll post eight sentences of what I’ve been working on during the past week! It will be rough and unedited, but that’s okay. Every book’s gotta start somewhere. Plus, it means I’ll write at least eight sentences per week.
I used to play a lot of World of Warcraft.
I don’t know about other MMORPGs, but I assume they do a similar thing that Blizzard does for its new players. Every race has a little newbie zone where you can run around and stab bunnies and work on just getting a feel for the game overall. There’s virtually nothing that can kill you (unless you’re trying to die on purpose). These are referred to as “starter zones” or “newbie zones.” Continue reading