As you may know my family and I are in the process of moving house. We had hoped to move this weekend but due to the odd circumstances surrounding the house we are hoping lease it didn't happen.
So one way or another we'll be moving next weekend. It'll be our last chance to vacate before the new owners move in here, so stress levels are high, patience is thin and faith is being tested.
The boxes keep piling up. My towers have become teetering cardboard mountains. To be honest I'm a bit surprised none of the children have been crushed in an avalanche of boxed books, toys and kitchen paraphernalia. Still we have five days to go, so there is still time for that to happen.
And no, I still haven't written a word.
I have been thinking about my stories though. It seems the muse is stirring. No doubt it's rather hot, dark and not a little dull in that box he's been hiding in for the last month.
After much discussion and consideration I've decided to try rewriting Tremorgan's Gift in first person. I had written it in third person limited, so changing it to first person shouldn't be too much of a leap. Hopefully it'll add a little more pizazz to the story.
I'll only be changing the scenes from Tremorgan's point of view in to first person, the majority of the book. This will make it even more her story than it was before and will hopefully add a little more depth to her character. I'll able to take the reader deeper into her story - that's my hope anyway.
It'll also add a point of difference when it comes to the scenes from Drostan's (the villan) POV which will remain in third person.
My steampunk novel Mercy Me (my NaNo attempt) is also stewing away quietly in the back of my brain. I haven't forgotten my light fingered heroine and her rather weird family of eccentric secret agents.
So I'm musing and packing and sorting and cleaning and looking forward to getting settled in somewhere new and being able to get back in to the writing. Hopefully I won't have forgotten how...