I finished up the first draft of Storm Front (Twilight of the Gods I) on Monday and it’s currently with the agent. Writing Storm Front was an interesting challenge, both because I wanted to develop the conditions for the Nazi Civil War and because I largely wanted to avoid serious military action for most of the book. (And because I had to present the mindset of people unlucky enough to grow up in Nazi Germany without making the good guys (at least) monsters.) It was a deliberate choice to put character-building over action and, I feel, it works fairly well.
The provisional titles for II and III are Chosen of the Valkyries and Ragnarok. I did think about calling the books Gotterdammerung, Fimbulvetr and Ragnarok, but I felt the allusion would confuse readers.
I spent Wednesday and Thursday editing and revising Wedding Hells. It’s an interesting experience – and a somewhat humiliating one. Having someone take a hard look at your work and point out its weaknesses is never easy, particularly as some of the changes have knock-on effects further down the manuscript. I’ve been blessed with good editors for the series – and my beta readers have been utterly invaluable – but having to take a manuscript apart is often unpleasant.
Not that I’m complaining (much). Being editor-proof is, in some ways, the peak of a writer’s career – because they tend to go downhill sharply once they reach those ratified heights. Having someone point to a potential problem and tell you to think about it is very useful, even if you disagree with them. At the very least, you know it’s a potential problem when you start.
The next project is The Black Sheep, which will be book III of A Learning Experience. After that, I think it’s high time I concluded The Decline and Fall of the Galactic Empire.
In other news, Eric is moving steadily onto ‘solid’ (more like sloppy) food. Watching him eye daddy with horror as I prepare his breakfast is amusing, though he hasn’t quite mastered the idea of drinking from a sippy cup yet. So far, the only thing we’ve found he won’t eat is fruit – clearly, he hasn’t inherited much of his dad’s pickiness. <grin>