Today, along with some writing news and a short story excerpt, I have the same song two times for you. The first video is an instrumental cover of Passenger’s “Let Her Go” by Break of Reality. This video is on my writing playlist (no lyrics means it can play while I write).
Break of Reality. “Let Her Go – Passenger Cello Cover by Break of Reality.” YouTube. YouTube, 13 May 2014. Web. 15 Apr. 2017.
The second video (below) is a lyrics video that someone created. I thought I would share that one for those who might be curious as to what the words to the song are. It’s not a happy song, but I have not been writing happy stuff this week (see excerpt), so it fits.
Marcohordijk. “Passenger – Let Her Go (Lyrics).” YouTube. YouTube, 15 Dec. 2012. Web. 15 Apr. 2017.
So what have I been doing this week in my writing life?
- I was worked on getting the print version of Discovering Mr. Darcy ready. That was not easily done as my computer did not wish to play nice with CreateSpace for a couple of days, and then, I forgot to change the font colour on the spine and didn’t notice until I got the digital proof back. That has been fixed, and I finally have a print proof on its way for approval. They say that I should have it by April 25th. I am hoping I have it sooner. 😉
- I finished Not An Heiress — the epilogue is done! And it was fun writing a little bit about the Darcy and Fitzwilliam children. 🙂 And I began first round edits on the story in preparation for June publication. Although this story will not be ready to release for a couple of months, I am hoping to have a preorder up for it by Tuesday, so that when readers finish DMD, they can order NAH and be ready to continue the story that the epilogue of DMD hints at.
- I returned to writing With the Colonel’s Help just in time for the story to take a sad, angsty turn. As a result, writing times have been shorter and word counts have been less because I struggle with the emotions of writing things like this in large doses. I internalize the emotions — happy or sad — when writing and reading. I have needed a longer “decompression” time after those sections. The good news is I think the story should be through its darkest part very soon, and then I can get things set right. That should be easier (and faster) to write.
And now for…
A SHORT EXCERPT FROM With The Colonel’s Help:
Colonel Fitzwilliam sighed again and straightened as Chase and Darcy’s man, Dawson, entered. “Take a seat,” he said, motioning with his head toward the chairs next to him. “There is a matter of which you must be made aware. Have you seen to your master yet tonight?” He directed the question to Dawson.
“No, sir. He has only just called.” He fidgeted uneasily. He was likely never tardy in responding to his call.
“Then I will make this as quick as I can,” said Richard. “He is not to know we have spoken — nor is anyone else.” He fixed the man with a hard stare and waited for agreement. “You will find him greatly altered, and if anyone asks the cause, you are to say he has received grievous news regarding a friend, which is completely true.” Richard paused. “He has, for the moment, lost his love.”
Dawson’s eyes grew wide.
Richard nodded. Dawson likely knew a good deal about who the lady was that Darcy favoured. “It is hopefully only temporary, but I would appreciate it is you would speak to Chase of anything which worries you about your master — lack of sleep, refusal to eat, drinking to excess — anything that seems out of the ordinary or detrimental to his well being, and then, Chase will report it to me.”
He stood and the two men seated with him followed suit. “He had promised to remain in town for two weeks, if he begins to speak of leaving before that time, inform Chase, who will inform me.” He stood at the door with Dawson. “I’ve not seen him like this,” he added softly.
“I understand, sir.”
Richard thanked him and closed the door.
“And me, Colonel?” Chase asked. “What is it that you wish for me to do other than relay messages?”
“You are good at strategy, are you not?”
“I like to think so, sir.”
“Good,” Richard clapped his man on the shoulder. “So while you put my clothes away, we will discuss some strategy.”
He stood in front of the Lieutenant who was of slightly shorter height than Richard but at least five years younger and of a more slight build. A man, Richard thought, who had likely had to use his wits to persevere his features so well. The larger bucks often liked to make sport of the smaller ones.
“I am going to share things with you that will go to your grave with you.” He watched the lieutenant’s adam’s apple rise and fall with a swallow.
“I am placing a great deal of trust in you — more than I do when I climb into my bath or allow you to hold a razor to my neck when shaving because what I am going to share has the potential to harm those whom I love.” His eyes narrowed slightly as he held the gaze of his batman. “And, you should know that as much as I enjoy the way my boots shine when you have polished them, I and my sword will not hesitate to splatter that shine with your blood if you harm those I love.”
Lieutenant Chase’s eyes grew wide as he nodded. “Of course, sir. I am not a gossip. I never share what I see or hear unless you have requested I do.”
Richard smiled. “Very good. For you do tie a fine cravat, and I would hate to have to break in a new man. I am not the easiest chap to serve.”
The corner’s of the lieutenant’s mouth twitched, but he managed not to smile as he replied. “I couldn’t say, sir.”
Richard flopped back into his chair and began explaining the full story to Lieutenant Chase before the two set about devising the best course of action to remedy the current situation.