Linzé's Mischief: 1 May 2016

It has been a busy month of April, but Camp NaNoWriMo has been a good one for me. I managed to finish the first draft of my contemporary novel, We, the One. I also finished the first draft of the fifth (and final) story in the Third Gender series, entitled Breathe.

I hate editing, but yeah, I do spend some time editing my own work before sending it off to a professional editor. Galen's Hope, my story for Project JOURNEY, has left my email outbox a few minutes ago to start its journey towards publication as part of the anthology.

It has been a journey for sure. Three authors had withdrawn from the project while another has joined about two weeks ago. I have been privileged to read one or two of the stories (still first drafts) of the other authors and it still amazes me what people come up with. I give them a small brief, and the variety of the stories that result is nothing but worth the effort on my part.

My JOURNEY story is part one of a trilogy, if you like, entitled THE LAST GRYPHON. Part one is called, Galen's Hope, and starts the journey of Galen Surov, the last Gryphon, to find hope after losing everyone in an unexpected attack on their planet, Xyridia. The second story is Richard's Choice, with the conclusion entitled, Galen's Destiny. THE LAST GRYPHON trilogy will be published at the same time as the JOURNEY anthology, round about September 2016.

I decided to do that, not to keep people waiting on the outcome.

My next challenge, yeah it is a challenge, is to edit Waiting for Adrian, the fourth novel in the Nations of Peace series.

You might recall the difficulties I had with coming up with a title for the story, well that problem struck again with the cover. I simply couldn't get it sorted. Even my husband, who does the actual graphic work for me, had no solution for the problem of the design I came up with. After several attempts, we abandoned the design and I went back to my original idea. Such is the life of an indie author!

I have taken the plunge and committed myself to review three books in the next two months. The first is the debut romance novel of a local author, Aziza Eden Walker. I hope to have it read and reviewed before Francois and I go on our annual holiday in the middle of May. Since we are going to Botswana again, I will be doing another Follow Me tour where you can enjoy the experience with me.

The second book is a science fiction novel, by Ed Kurst. It has been a while since I have read a full-length sci-fi novel and I am looking forward to it. It looks intriguing from the description.

The last book is a romance novel about second chances. Keep an eye out for my impressions if these genres interest you.

The last chapters of The Friendship Affair will be posted during May. My next blog serial, The Billionaire Baritone, will start in June. It will also go on Wattpad if you would rather follow it there.

Since tomorrow is a public holiday, I will have a short working week. Always something to look forward to.

May your week be filled with success in whatever your choose to do.

A to Z Blog Challenge: Z

Z is for Zeitgeist - noun. The general spirit or mood of a particular period of history.

What a fascinating word. My dictionary didn't indicate the origin but it looks German to me.

If the zeitgeist of the Middle Ages could be described as depressing, would the Renaissance be considered enlightening?

It has been fun learning 26 new words, wasn't it? Until the next A to Z Blog Challenge, keep on learning something new every day!

A to Z Blog Challenge: Y

Y is for Yealing - noun. A person who is the same age as oneself.

Another letter of the alphabet that I had to go online to find since my dictionary didn't have a Y word that I didn't already know. I liked yealing, so I picked that one. It is so unknown even my spellchecker didn't recognise it. Maybe because it is Scottish in origin. 

Does that mean that I have to use a Scottish accent to compose a sentence? 🤔

A to Z Blog Challenge: X

X is for Xystus - noun. A long portico in which athletes used to exercise in ancient Greece.

Since my Dictionary didn't have a word starting with X that I didn't know, I went online and learned that there are 120 words in the English language that start with an X.

If you included words that are no longer in use, it amounts to 400 of them. Wow!

http://www.oxforddictionaries.com/words/how-many-words-begin-with-x

A to Z Blog Challenge: W

W is for Weft (and warp) - noun. The threads that are passed over and under the warp threads to make cloth.

Of course, these things would have names. I actually learned these words from a recent program on television. Don't ask which program or channel. I wasn't paying that much attention. The weft (or woof) goes parallel to the loom (the thread on the shuttles) and the warp are the threads held by the loom. 

The Friendship Affair

Not all long lasting marriages are happy. But what do you do if divorce is not an option?

University friends, Stephanie and Nick, meet again after twenty years. But life has not been easy or simple for either of them. Will this friendship affair stand a chance against reality? 

CHAPTER 16

Lena still looked the same. Of course, she was older, but there was no mistaking the woman who had borne his children.

She was dressed in some kaftan thing that looked it had paint spilt on it in litres. Her hair was on top of her head but he wouldn't go so far as to call it styling. It just was.

She was focused on something in the basin so he couldn't see the whole of her face, but if he had to guess no make-up.

“Lena.”

She froze. Then stood upright and turned around.

“Nick. I thought you were Angus. He is late with my salt.”

She stopped and turned back to the basin. He wasn't sure he should ask what she was up to.

She stood up again and turned around. Her hands were some awful yellow colour, but she didn't seem to notice.

She frowned for a moment then looked at her hands. “Yes, well. The damn dye is not setting without the salt.”

She glanced at the envelope in his hand. “You brought a pen?”

Before he could reply, she pushed past him and walked down the passage of the cottage.

He blinked. She really hasn't changed a bit.

He heard water run, then it was quiet for few moments, and then she came marching back.

She was alternating shaking her hands and rubbing them on the kaftan.

“There is a table in my studio.”

Again not letting him reply, she marched off. This time, he followed.

The studio used to be the dining room, he would guess. But the rest of the place was also filled with easels and paint brushes, and paintings in various stages of completion.

He might be ignorant about fine art, but as an architect, he had a good eye for composition and design. Lena was truly a gifted artist.

She pushed some brushes to the side and pointed to the table.

He pulled out the papers and took a pen from his breast pocket.

She slowly reached out to take it as if suddenly realising that this was the end of the road.

“It is done?” she asked quietly.

He nodded. “Yes. Tomorrow is her eighteenth birthday, but I will only file the documents with the lawyers on Monday. Then it's over.”

Two men came in and seemed startled by his presence. He knew she lived with two men, but didn't expect them to be the same guys he had met before. So she was capable of a long term relationship, it was the children that caused her to run.

His chest ached for his kids, but it was better this way.

After she initialled and signed in all the right places, she held out his pen.

He put it back in his pocket.

“Do they know? About me?”

“No. You wanted it that way, remember?”

Lena nodded. Then frowned again. “Where is my salt?”

She made to go back to the kitchen but he held her arm for a moment. “Thank you,” he said quietly.

She shrugged. “I might be useless as a mother, but it would have been heartless of me not to help out financially.”

She bit her lip for a second and he could swear he saw a moment of regret, but it vanished when another man walked in. “About time!” She reached out to take a bag. “The kitchen. I need it in the kitchen.”

Then she was gone as if he had made no impression on her daily existence. Perhaps he didn't.

The two men who had been watching in silence nodded to him. “Will everything be okay now?” the taller one asked.

He nodded with a half smile. “I think we are okay already.”

He lifted his hand in a silent greeting and left the cottage, the papers back in the envelope ready to finalise the last point on the divorce agreement between the world famous painter and her unknown husband.

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A to Z Blog Challenge: V

V is for Vaunted - adjective. Praised or boasted about.

Yes, well, this blog post is unlikely to be vaunted about on social media.

I was looking for an antonym and spotted gasconade as another synonym. I stopped looking.

See what the other bloggers are writing about here.