The Dream King’s Daughter Scorecard
Word Count: 41600
Increase Since Last Report: 11423 (Feb 20)
It’s been going quite well. About a year ago, I reported that I was 40000 words into The Night Girl, and that story was about four years in the making. With over 40,000 words written in just eight months, this is the fastest pace I’ve written at since the first draft of Rosemary and Time.
All I have to do is climax, confrontation and aftermath, and the first two are pretty well planned out (though I have to work out some troublesome details), so there’s every chance that the first draft could be finished by mid June (fingers crossed). Of course, this would only be the beginning. It took five years of revision before Rosemary and Time was ready to publish as The Unwritten Girl.
Still, I’m proud to nearly have two ready-made novels under my belt. And they’re very different novels, too. Though The Night Girl has more depth to it, I think The Dream King’s Daughter has more energy. I like them in different ways.
In other news, after cramming, I successfully submitted Cycling Science to the publisher on April 4. He was impressed enough to commission me to write Baseball Science, something I’m really looking forward to.
So, here’s a bit of what I’ve been working on for The Dream King’s Daughter, where Aurora and Polk get attacked. Of course, in a book about a girl who can read people’s dreams, you had to figure they’d be going into the dreams at some point. Aurora has used the dream’s powers to change Polk into a gigantic dove to fly them away.
The cloud of crows was almost upon them. Polk’s clamped back down on her left arm. His other talon grabbed her right. The claws drew blood, but Aurora didn’t cry out. “Faster!” she shouted. “Faster!” She gripped his spindly legs. With a great swoop of his wings, they sailed forward.
The crows spread out like buckshot, a cloud that towered over them and stretching across half the sky. Polk flapped desperately. The wind beat at Aurora’s face and tore at her clothes, but the birds’ cries filled her ears. Beneath her, houses, buildings and parks swept past.
“Faster!” she whispered beneath her breath.
Polk gasped for air. Then he looked ahead. “What’s that?” he squawked.
Aurora looked up. Ahead of them, three white specks came into view. They were doves, just like Polk, flapping forward desperately. And, just like Polk, they were huge.
They were sweeping right for them. There was no time to avoid them. Aurora yelled.
And the doves shot past them, the turbulence of their wake buffeting Aurora’s face. She heard them meet the cloud of crows with the sound of a dozen snowballs pelting a brick wall at once. Aurora chanced a look over her shoulder, and saw the cloud of crows disintegrating as if against a stiff wind. The doves wheeled and clawed, covered in black specks, some of which slipped off and fell to the ground.
But the bulk of the crow cloud swept after them.
Seven Words I Can’t Say on This Blog
This neat device was brought to my attention by Stageleft. So, I’m purer than Stageleft! Ha! Take that you as— whoops!
Monique Davies: One More Person Who Makes Me Ashamed to be a Christian
And, finally, I’d like to close with this link describing a shameful incident which took place in the Illinois state legislature, where a so-called Christian screams at an atheist who has the temerity to show up and speak against a $1 million government grant to a Baptist church.
Rep. Monique Davis (D-Chicago) interrupted atheist activist Rob Sherman during his testimony Wednesday afternoon before the House State Government Administration Committee in Springfield and told him, “What you have to spew and spread is extremely dangerous … it’s dangerous for our children to even know that your philosophy exists!
“This is the Land of Lincoln where people believe in God,” Davis said. “Get out of that seat … You have no right to be here! We believe in something. You believe in destroying! You believe in destroying what this state was built upon.”
Get out of that seat. You have no right to be here. It’s dangerous for our children to even know that your philosophy exists.
Monique Davis almost makes me want to say a few words that would make my swear-o-meter above spike a few notches. Her paranoid, hate-filled attitude is flagrantly unchristian, and it speaks volumes of how shaky her grasp on her faith must be for her to be so terrified at one man speaking calmly before a state committee. What else can explain her willingness to chuck democratic rights of free speech and representation for all, not to mention the Christian tenet of loving thy neighbour, in so cavalier a fashion?
Monique Davis shames the faith, she shames her district, and she shames the Democratic Party. And I pray to God that she is soundly spanked at the ballot box, at the next opportunity that presents itself.