Mary Catelli's Erraticly Updated and Exceedingly Ill-Organized Journal

I remember the days when I wrote on typewriters.

They didn't make me do these sorts of scenes in order. I ended up with a typescript with lots of scribbled arrows indicating this goes there.

The computer just let me put it actually in place.

sigh

I come to the end of the story.

All the forces have collide, and resolve.  I evade it.  A lot.  And then I realize that I was coming down with a cold, and blame that.

But it's not going to be pretty after the recovery.

In one story, all the threads have to be gathered up for the conclusion.

In the other story, the love interest has to reveal the horrible past to the heroine.

What fun.

It's always interesting, doing a journey.

The interruptions of attacks or broken bridges are one thing, but it's always a trick to convey to the reader that the journey was long and wearisome without the passage being long and wearisome.

Got past the snakes. The literal ones.

there's about to be an uproar because no one else will be allowed to do what they did. And I realize that several characters will react.

Unfortunately, there was a necromancer who killed many of royal blood in the first story of the story cycle.

Fortunately, they have a bowl where they can discern who the next heir is. Furthermore, I know who he's going to be. (Poor him. It lists his heirs presumptive, too, and they are even less happy.)

Unfortunately, for me, the story cycle keeps on telling me another story that happens before that one. sigh