Here we are then, at long last.
This was a really fun story to write. It was also a really freaking tricky one. Those first three chapters were complete disasters - I had all sorts of ideas that just weren't working out, so in the end I had to scrap my entire synopsis and write by the seat of my pants for the rest of the way.
It turned out pretty interesting at the end, though, I think. Dara really came alive for me after a while (I think that the exact point when she started writing herself was marked by my realisation that unlike the rest of the citizens of Shadowed Citadel Demesne, who guzzle tea like there's no tomorrow, Dara drinks coffee. Black. And strong enough to sit up and bark). She is my kind of heroine - very strong in some ways, very weak in others, and unable to ever do anything halfway. I loved writing brooding, vulnerable, self-hating Dara, and I loved writing grandstanding, all-powerful, scenery-chewing Dara. Whatever her current mood, she was always a lot of fun.
This also marks the first time I've managed to write an actual sequel to Flesh of my Flesh. I've had a number of false starts, but I think I understand, now, what a Demesne really is - and how diverse they can really be. There's a thousand of them in the Demesneverse, and you can bet that every damn one of them is threatened by some kind of apocalypse and needs an angsty, maladjusted hero to save it. I look forward to writing many more stories set in this world.
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This was a really fun story to write. It was also a really freaking tricky one. Those first three chapters were complete disasters - I had all sorts of ideas that just weren't working out, so in the end I had to scrap my entire synopsis and write by the seat of my pants for the rest of the way.
It turned out pretty interesting at the end, though, I think. Dara really came alive for me after a while (I think that the exact point when she started writing herself was marked by my realisation that unlike the rest of the citizens of Shadowed Citadel Demesne, who guzzle tea like there's no tomorrow, Dara drinks coffee. Black. And strong enough to sit up and bark). She is my kind of heroine - very strong in some ways, very weak in others, and unable to ever do anything halfway. I loved writing brooding, vulnerable, self-hating Dara, and I loved writing grandstanding, all-powerful, scenery-chewing Dara. Whatever her current mood, she was always a lot of fun.
This also marks the first time I've managed to write an actual sequel to Flesh of my Flesh. I've had a number of false starts, but I think I understand, now, what a Demesne really is - and how diverse they can really be. There's a thousand of them in the Demesneverse, and you can bet that every damn one of them is threatened by some kind of apocalypse and needs an angsty, maladjusted hero to save it. I look forward to writing many more stories set in this world.
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