It’s been a wild and annoying couple of weeks. Since my next-to-last post, my wife had a nasty kidney stone that threw our lives out of whack for a while, and in fact it still is, although the stone itself has now been removed and she’s just dealing with a stent for another couple of weeks. Having our schedules upended wasn’t so bad; it was that she was in so much pain during the worst of it. Thank God that part is over. At this time we’ve now crossed midnight, which means it’s officially our tenth anniversary today. Although I still call it tomorrow, because the day doesn’t count as over till you go to bed.
Somehow, I managed to get talked into NaNoWriMo again.
It’s been six years since I wrote The Affix. During that time my site was going through a huge overhaul and I was working late, but somehow I decided it was time to give NaNoWriMo a try. How I found time after work to write, I don’t know. I started the month sick with a cold, and between that and the stress of writing I got shingles by the time Thanksgiving rolled around. I got to spend the last few days of the event writing furiously, because staying at my desk and not moving was the least uncomfortable thing I could do.
This year, somehow the time felt right again, even when it hasn’t for the last several. All I really had to go on was a story germ, one I’ve tried to write a few times but never got off its feet. One thing about NaNoWriMo is it forces you to keep going.
For a while now I’ve wanted to write a sequel to that crazy book, bringing the supporting character Jasmine Treager to center stage as a new protagonist. She’s going to cross paths with a new paranormal “artifact”, one that has an interesting tie-in to the existing lore, and a few familiar faces may come back with her. And as this book opens, it’s been a few years (I’m thinking three), during which she’s risen to the big leagues in her field as a procurer of rare art and strange objects—thanks in large part to fallout from the events of the first book.
Bonus fun fact: This makes Jasmine my first female main character. Not the first POV character though, as the Merchantman Halflight series I’m writing switches POVs all the time. But Jasmine is the first to carry a story all on her own.
As we speak, she’s underslept and on a party bus full of college football fans, headed towards a fictional hipster town in western New York where some seriously weird crap is about to go down. What kind of weird crap exactly, I haven’t decided yet.
The Affix itself will not be making an appearance. Nor will its former keeper and his friends. Time for a little new blood to mingle with some of the old.
There may or may not be a Tuscan amulet.