New life purpose

Lately, I have been noticing this strange phenomenon in our lives: people are trying to give us orders. Yes, as you read it, people are trying to tell us what we should do, rather what they want us to do. It is something that started happening as we advanced in the book, when we had about 10 chapters ready. Of course, it might be our very own fault in some way, considering that we were the ones that allowed some “lucky” friends to read those first chapters. At the time we really had no idea that they were gonna like the story so much. You may be thinking that that is a really good thing: your book is meeting a good reception in your small readers community. What else can you wish for when you decided to become a writer? And yes, you are all right, that’s an amazing thing, but it was also the beginning of all our troubles: that was the moment when people started telling us to go home and write instead of going out for a beer. And not happy with just that, they also started asking when the next chapter was due and nagging us to write, even suggesting a different path for the story. So far they haven’t fully succeeded (although a couple of new scenes and a few minor changes might disagree with that), but if they continue to insist, we might be leaving our social lives behind. And that could mean disaster, since it's surrounded by people and scribbling notes on paper napkins where we get our best ideas!

Gathering of the ideas

So, your plot is finished and it's time to gather ideas for a new book. NaNoWriMo is getting closer and, of course, you decide that a series of seven is the way to go. And besides knowing that there are seven you have no friggin' idea of what the hell is gonna happen... and you don't just need one plot, you need seven!!!! There is no way in Hell to get seven plots in less than two months, so it's time to get the creative juices flowing or rather do a lot of beer (or berr, as you spell it after a couple of them) drinking and character summoning in the weirdests places you can imagine. Your days of sleeping siesta or reading a book in the toilet are over until December. You mention your idea to a small circle of friends hoping they don't steal it and come up with interesting twists for your story. You take your notebook and laptop everywhere and you find out just how many places have free wifi, you wake up with odd names and new characters having sneaked into your dreams.

We are at the point in which it's much easier to think of new ideas than to finish the one we are actually writing. We are slackers, I know, but since we can't be bothered to write, we just settle for a blog post.

A new milestone

Dear readers and followers,

Today we are proud to make a big announcement: We are 10 chapters away from the end of the first draft of La Forja de la Profecía (which may or may not, but it’s very likely to keep the title, we still have to decide). It might not seem a big achievement, but if we complete it, it will have been the closest we’ve ever been to writing a book (the first of many, we hope).

We certainly didn’t expect to make it when we first started talking about writing a book, but all of a sudden we had a story and a few thousand words, so we kept writing so that our words wouldn’t feel lonely. And our interest in the welfare of our words soon gave place to too many words to be let to waste, that’s when we realized that we were going to write a book, because we had already created something that had to be finished. So, without almost noticing itbefore we even really noticed, we had half the book in our hands.

So, today, when we look towards the end of the story we see a downhill path (and you know we don’t really use brakes that much). At the beggining it was hard to get the whole thing in motion, but now the task feels a lot easier. We will try to complete the draft by the end of october and then *wink* *wink* we will need beta readers*wink* *wink*