Hello, dragon fans. The author hasn't done a JOT of writing this week. Instead he was told to leave his laptop at home, dig out his flip flops, pack up Mrs Author's vast suitcase of clothes, stash Mrs Author's 86 year old MOTHER in the back of the car, and trot off on holiday round the most south-westerly county of England, Cornwall. For those of you who don't know, Cornwall is one of the most historic and picturesque places in the UK. It's very green in the middle (lots of farmland) and most of the interesting stuff lies around its jagged coastlines. Cornwall was famous for three things back in the day: smugglers, tin mines and fishing. Oh, and pasties. Okay that's four things (but what have the Romans ever done for us???) Anyone who's seen Mrs Author's favourite TV series 'Poldark' will know what I mean. We stuck mainly to the south coast and the little fishing towns of Fowey, Polperro and Mevagissey, all places beloved by tourists. When the sun is out there's hardly room for a dragon to swing his isoscele down the winding cobbled streets, but if you do manage to squeeze through the crush of people the harboursides are very charming. Like seagulls and fishing trawlers? Cornwall is the place for you. Legend has it that King Arthur was born in Tintagel Castle on the north coast, but sadly we didn't get to see it - mainly because our car tried to break down (twice; we fixed it, bless) and the mother-in-law fell ill. The old dear is on the sofa right now catching up on her postcards - or rather she's asleep, leaning sideways like the Tower of Pisa. HRRR! There, that's woken her up.
Not a lot of news on the book front. While we were away I took the opportunity to muse a while and decided we'd taken a wrong turn - not something you want to do in Cornwall or you end up in the sea. I told the author that we need to rethink Part 4 of The Fire Ascending. You know, the bit where xxx gets captured and her father kills xxx by mistake...? Oops, sorry, you're not allowed to know about that yet! Anyway, the author agreed. Sometimes he complains that his writing is like 'trudging through mud'. This usually means the narrative has strayed up a dead end and though it feels like the right way for the story to go, inevitably it isn't. It's really then just a question of how long you take to admit it to yourself. He's fortunate, of course. He's got me to hrrr in his ear. I don't let him bumble around for long. This does affect the word count, however. So we'll be dropping back to around 50,000 from 60,000. But who cares, if it makes the story fly?
Some development on the cover. Angelo Rinaldi drew a new version of Alexa for the dragon's eye, which we all liked - but not as much as the original one he drew. Sometimes you have to try something different just to realise that what you saw first is perfect! Discussions will be held about the images this week. If the old design is approved, then we should be able to put the cover up very soon. Watch this space.
Finally, a big HRRR! to the author's American editor, Lisa, who has just given birth to a lovely daughter, Lily Bess. Apparently, the baby arrived on time - which is more than can be said for the author's manuscripts! We're working on it. Until next time. Happy reading. Hrrr!