I have been blogging about the writing process of A Resurrection of Magic. It's a trilogy.Two books are available now. I am writing the third one while you read these words... If I am not asleep.
If you want to go back to the beginning:
(((Or....your can jump forward into real-time)))http://kathleenduey.blogspot.com/2011/09/writing-updates-7.html
(( Adding this later. No. The synchronization was a mirage/misjudged. It took another 11 days for this to be true))
This is the German translation. The cover art is perfect for Sadima today. She is hiding, scared, and sure of what she has to do now.
It is so interesting to write like that, like a reporter recording a war or a famine or an overspill of magic...hearing conversations, seeing the conflicts....as a bystander, not a creator. These people are real to me. So even though I read (and appreciate and love) every single message from people who can't wait for me to finish the third book..and even though I know my publishers have been incredibly patient and feel the same way...
I will be very sorry to leave Limori and everyone I love there. I know I am going to feel strange for a while, like I can smell smoke and don't know where the fire is yet. If you live in Southern Ca, you will understand that last sentence. If not:
9. 9. 2011
Power outage last night...stopping my work abruptly. But before the lights went out, a really amazing connection between two of the characters emerged. Something I wrote in the first book suddenly made sense to me in the third book. It feels so odd when things like this happen. Like I am just a set of fingers for the characters to use as they get all this written down, sorted out, recorded accurately.
These are covers from two of my series for young readers. They both come from dreams I had in third and forth grade--incredible, vivid dreams. Every night, I would close my eyes here and wake up there. After adventures with gypsies and dragons and faeries and unicorns, I would find a place to sleep in the woods, in some friend's cottage, in a faerie's tree nest. I would go to sleep there---and open my eyes here, just in time to get ready for school. It was like having two lives.
Art by Sandara Tang, who is based in Singapore.
If she were closer, I would kiss her on the cheek.
9. 12. 2011
My writing has been interrupted for a couple of days. Back to it today. Limori feels strange to me--not because I was gone, but because things are happening in the city that I can't quite see, can't figure out. I think Somiss has passed some turning point, and has very nearly left his humanity behind. It makes me think about Hitler, Stalin, damaged people corrupted by power into thinking complete, hideous nonsense and somehow believing it.
|This is the everglades in Florida. The water/sky resonance is like a trance. The beauty seeps into your skin and you forget about the alligators and the water moccasins.|
AMAZING writing day yesterday. Hours and hours of typing fast to keep up. So many things are happening at once. The city of Limori is dangerous now, for women, for children, for anyone walking alone. Hahp needs a way out. Sadima needs a way in. I don't think either one knows what to do now. I certainly don't..
Everglades, FL USA thanks! SCBWI
for the amazing day
Birds can feel the air changing, fear congealing into anger.
They notice changes in pitch, in song, in everything.
and they always know when it is time to flee.