METANOIA [2] Progress Update…
We have a draft!
Photo unrelated. The beginnings of my Christmas nook over the mantle.
As I’ve warned before, it’s been radio silence around here for a while since I was spending my hobby time fully heads down on part 2 of METANOIA. Well, I’m taking a very brief breather (a breathe briever?) to announce an important milestone on that…
The first draft is content complete*!
[* There are a couple of small scenes I might still throw in last second while rereading to check consistency.]
…And my own immediate feeling about it is pretty good. This story is shaping up to be closer to the original vision than my original attempts ever were, yet at the very same time it has picked up depth and details I never thought I would have been able to imagine. I don’t know how much of that will be things my readers will pick up on and appreciate, but now I’m really hoping you all do someday!
Though, we’ll see if my excitement survives the first real scrutiny from my editing buddy.
In any case, this book starts with a “Prelude” much like the first part and I wanted to share a spoiler-free snippet of that as a teaser.
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“It’ll keep the demon’s away,” he explained, as if a wholly natural conclusion.
To this man, it very rightly ought to have been, for he was a man of an age long passed, plucked out of his time and placed within modernity. Stout in stature with a body as though cast in brass. Hair as thick as a bear’s and black as soot. A beard braided with ornaments into a tapestry of his earthly prosperity.
The man who asked… a nobody. A curious onlooker.
Both stared up at the grotesque who stared back. The subject of the question. A dragon of black steel. Wicked eyes and a wretched snout. Neck, long and arched. Wings too small. Muscles so great. Its tail a torturous lash.
Lowly servants lifted it to perch upon the edge of its new castle and display its primal glory. An appeal to its pride had convinced it to stay and teach the cattle what they had forgot.
The servants backed away and it awoke. The fire within all but pouring out through the slits of its eyes. One could nearly feel the burn of its gaze as it surveyed its new realm. Watching. Guarding. Jealous and mighty. Wretched snout baring wretched teeth in rhythm of leisured breaths. Hungry. Waiting.
The first of the Forge Lord’s seven dragons. The Guardians of Vulcan Industries. What better way to protect against primordial monsters than with an ancient beast of your own?
John, for one, thought he was onto something. As did half of city’s elites….
Another Small Update
I got permanent employment now!! 🥳
What this means for Ars Corvi is that it will continue to be a mere hobby in my life, but that my writing efforts in general should continue at a stable pace. I will be thinking about writing a couple articles once I get closer to completion of M[2], but I’ve never liked splitting my focus more than three or four ways, and it currently is, so we’ll see.
I do think, however, that I will take some time to catch up on my backlog of audio articles that I need to get done…
Anyway… I appreciate all y’all who remember this place and wish you a Merry Christmas!