Monday, January 28, 2019

War of the Maps

I started work on the new novel on January 1st 2018, and a year and a week later turned in the final draft to my agent. Although, of course, there will be changes yet to come in the process of turning it into a book, it has reached its proper shape and feel. Here's a short extract from somewhere near the start:
The forest was scarred by tracts of dead trees; the valley sides were cut by erosion gullies and long rockslides. The climate of the entire map was changing, altering its weather, disfiguring its land without regard for boundaries or politics. The heartland of the Free State endured long summer droughts now, and its winters were colder and wetter. And while most mirrors dimmed each winter, as they always had, some were permanently dimmer than they once had been, and one, at the tail of the Sandday arc, had in the last century shrunk to a faint red spark. Some said that the creator gods had stinted when making the world; others that the world’s slow dying was part of their design. Yet still people were born and met and married and died to make room for the next generation, and life went on, somehow. Perhaps the creator gods had made people better than they had known or intended.

5 Comments:

Blogger Mark Pontin said...

'I started work on the new novel on January 1st 2018, and a year and a week later turned in the final draft to my agent.'

Is that a type there and do you mean 'a week ago' rather than 'a week later'?

Anyway, congratulations.

January 28, 2019 10:51 pm  
Blogger Mark Pontin said...

Agh! 'Typo.'

January 28, 2019 10:51 pm  
Blogger Paul McAuley said...

53 weeks, in other words.

January 29, 2019 10:00 am  
Blogger Mark Pontin said...

Sorry. Speed-reading like an idiot. Anyway, congratulations & I look forward to reading it.

February 01, 2019 7:52 am  
Blogger Theophylact said...

Having a character whose name is "He" inflicts repeated pronominal jitter on the reader.

February 21, 2019 5:53 pm  

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