Curses of Love

“I’m just saying that…” the Fool grasped at the air for words to take form, “maybe we should see others.”

“And why is that?” Princess Elani had her chin held high as the slouching Fool tried his best to not fall into the hole he was digging himself.

“I just don’t-” the boy stopped and tried to phrase it a different way.

Good luck, Mr H thought. He watched the Princess Elani who remained emotionless as the Fool tried to separate himself from her. The Princess Elani was a famed beauty that another man, a brighter one perhaps, would have waged war for.  She had paper white skin, high cheekbones and dazzling blue eyes. But she was so much more than that. She was a Lady, prim and proper with elegance. She was a great singer, dancer and –

Damn. He pressed his lips together. He was doing it again, waxing to himself like a poet.

The Fool was struggling for words again. “I just feel like we’re after different things, El’.”
Like more Land, maybe. Mr H shook his head. He needed to stop. He wasn’t supposed to be thinking such things, he was meant to be part of the restaurant like a chair or fork. He was Elani’s bodyguard, not her advisor…though…he had told her this would happen. She looked at him as if she heard him. But she looked away just as quickly, twirling her fork.
“I see,” she said, her jaw stiff. Angry perhaps but Mr H knew she was trying to keep her lip from quivering.
You’re here to protect them both, you’re here to protect them both. Just a part of the wall, just a part of the wall.
The cook and waiters entered, carrying the dessert. And like that the two sat straight, waiting for their food to be served as if nothing had past between them.
“Your final dish your Highness, Sir.”
Elani and the Fool nodded once and allowed it to put down in front of them. However, once the waiting staff had bowed their way out, Elani turned to Mr M beside him.
“Mr M take his Lordship back to his car and escort him home.”
“Yes your Highness.”
The Fool leant forward, “El’-”
“I think we are done here, don’t you?”
He closed his mouth, and after a beat of them stared each other down, he stood.
“Your Highness.”
Mr H watched them go, the Fool didn’t turn back once. When Mr H looked back Elani was watching the door too. They looked at each other, though she soon looked away. She knew he was meant to be invisible to her as much as he did. But they were alone now.
“Did you just send the heir of Fife to bed without supper?”
She let herself smile, though still didn’t look at him yet. She first dabbed the corners of her eyes.
“Eat.” She gestured to the bowl opposite her.
“No thank you, your Highness.”
“No isn’t an option Mr H, I am your Princess, if you can tackle someone to the ground when I tell you to, I’m sure you can eat tiramisu as well.”
The corner of his mouth twitched and sat opposite her. She took a spoonful, laid the spoon down while she ate and then picked it up again to take another bite. Mr H did no such thing, scoffing the rich dessert down.
“You were right,” she said simply, she sounded defeated and tired.
“Your Highness, don’t be so hard on yourself. You like to see the good in everyone.”
“But is there any good in him?”
Before he could answer that no, of course there wasn’t, she continued.
“I think there is. Or was…I still can’t believe he just-” she stopped and stared off into the empty restaurant that had been cleared out for her tonight.
“You think his father told him to court me?” she asked, “That’s why you warned me?”
He nodded.
“And it’s true, of course it is but I don’t want to believe it. I suppose I’ll find out, if father doesn’t support the Lord’s case then it must be. But I love him, even now.” Her voice shook and quaked as she spoke until it came a whisper when she confessed her love.
He stared hard at his plate, ice settling in his heart. But he was used to the feeling.
“Of course I love him. I can’t hate him. I’m still expecting him to come marching back through that door to tell me he truly does love me and damn his father.”
She sniffed, making Mr H look back up, but her cheeks still remained white and dry as she dabbed the corners of her eyes with her handkerchief.
“It’s a curse I suppose, for rulers…that people see a means of power before a person.” She laughed bitterly, “I am a fool to believe I could have been loved for who I am.”
Their eyes met again and this time Mr H looked away, shovelling a spoonful of the melting ice cream into his mouth. When Elani laid her hand on his, he moved it away.
He swallowed and said, “Yes your Highness, we all have curses to bear.”
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Writing Tip: 137#

Develop a book promotion plan that covers all the ways you will spread the word about your book including:

  • Scheduling relevant updates on your social media accounts
  • Participating at local or national book events
  • Participating in author interviews on industry blogs
  • Creating paid ads that promote your book.

GUESS WHO’S BACK?!?

…It’s me.

I’m back…

How have we all been?

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So, I have spent the last three months with no social media nor contact with the outside world to try and finish the third draft of my novel and yes it has been as awful as it sounds, but I’ve learnt a couple of things.

Before we get into that, I’d like to run over again why I decided to become a hermit. As of 21st of March 2018, I have been writing the same book for two years (it still doesn’t have a name though). I decided for my New Year’s resolution to do something about the fact I’m not even close to finishing, by only writing from the 1st January 2018 up until the anniversary, meaning no social media, no blogging, no TV nor films. Only writing…

And here’s what I thought of my induced torture.

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There is always another distraction

The thinking behind my enforced hermit behaviour was the idea that no social media or blogging would mean no distraction and boy was I wrong. There is washing to be done, exams to revise for and people to drive about town. I’m sure these things were about in 2017 but they seem more important when there is nothing else to distract me.

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Getting back into a routine is hard

After three months of constant writing I prepared to re-enter society with every I needed (a laptop, water, bread, two tonnes of caffeine and the disgruntled bear in was sharing a cave with). I stepped out of my hidings and immediately burst into flames.

Three months of doing the same thing makes it so difficult to start blogging again or even just do anything aside from write. I got into a habit that I’m now attempting to break and even though I planned for April this still caught me off guard.

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I did it.

I don’t actually remember how far into Draft Three I was before 2018 but it definitely was in the first quarter. I edited three quarters of a 120’000 manuscript that’s 90’000 I edited in the last three months. And while it may not be impressive to some, it’s what I set out to do and I am so proud of myself. I’m definitely doing it next year and that’s not at all because I’m experiencing writer’s withdrawal!

 

So yeah, that’s been my thoughts on the first three months of 2018 and before I forget:

Happy Two Year Anniversary you stupid manuscript with no name!!

Cheers,

Kathy Xx

Writing Tip: 134#

People will tell you not to draw from your own life experience for fear of it being,

  1. Too boring or,
  2. Without conflict verging down the path of the Mary Sue.

But let me tell you that it is not true because,

  1. I haven’t lived your life and,
  2. We all know you sometimes look around for your phone while holding it in your hand.

Gravity Checks

Writing Tip: 133#

For your book, make sure you have covered the six stages of story development:

  • Exposition: The introduction to the characters and central conflict or goal of the story
  • The inciting incident: The event that sets the story in motion
  • Rising action: Plot complications that increase tension and raise stakes so that the reader wants to know the outcome pressingly
  • Climax: The crucial moment at which all the preceding action has built to a make-or-break moment
  • Falling action: The tension decreases slightly as the story’s resolution approaches
  • Resolution: Loose ends are tied and the reader feels a satisfying sense of arrival

Story Plan