I’m backtracking a little through my progress with the Resonance sequel (titled Harmony), because I’ve decided–no, the story’s decided–there has to be a third book. I never expected this to become a trilogy. Well, once I had a notion that there was room within the plot confines for a third book, but I never really gave it much thought beyond that. Then, the other night I was playing the “what if” game with the Architect and an entirely new idea twisted itself out of the current Harmony plot, and set about weaving itself into a whole storyline. Because of that, some of the events that were going to happen in this upcoming novel have either been shifted to the final book’s plot, or have been deleted altogether. I don’t mind the work, really, because it’s all going to make for a much more exciting series. And that’s a good thing. It’s just chewing up a significant amount of my extra time.
In derby news, we at SRG had another bout on July 17. We won, by a significant margin. I don’t have any photos to post, sadly, because no one I know has a camera that’s speedy enough to take the good action pictures, and I’m too lazy to contact the people who do to see if they’ll allow me publication rights. But, I was there and I skated well. Promise. We had an unofficial scrimmage against another team on Sunday night, and we won with a similar score. This all makes me very happy, and excited for our next bout in August.
I also got new wheels, Atom G-Rods, and my laps-in-five-minutes count went from 26 to 28. Yay for magically awesome wheels! Oh, and I have a new helmet. It does nothing to make me faster. But, it does a lot for the looking badass category.
This is probably one of my lamer posts, but the derby and writing have been warring for my attention, and I find I don’t have the time I used to for getting these posts together. Just wanted you all to know I hadn’t died under a pile of cats or derby girls.
Oh, and I have an interview with Adam Slade up at Editing Hat, today, if you’d like to check that out. I talk about writing, derby, and wading through flooded streets in nightwear. It’s more amusing than this most likely has been. Promise–yet again.