Just published the third entry to Blood From the Mountain, and things are going MUCH better. I clocked in some 4,000 words today, in addition to the 1,300 I wrote in my revision (apologies, kai). And I am well into the middle of chapter 2, and things are kicking butt, with little assistants taking names.
Now that’s what I’m talking about
Man. Ok. So. Had to learn how to cauterize a wound. Had to decide what color frozen dragon flesh would be. Had to figure out a plausible way for Tharok to extricate himself from certain death, and you know what? I had a blast doing this.
If nobody likes Blood from the Mountain? If it gets written off as juvenile fare, if people laugh and fail to read past the first paragraph? I won’t care. I am going to have the best damn time letting Tharok burn his world down, and after One by One, I think a little childish glee is most definitely in order.