So here we are, the final days of NaNoWriMo 2012 and what am I doing? Starting on my next book, of course. I warned you all I couldn’t be expected to wait to start with Cayle. No days off for this writer. Neither he nor I are patient enough for that. I want to write Masques so badly that I cannot even describe it to you.
So, of course, new book in progress means that there needs to be a title reveal or this will get confusing fast. With that in mind, Book 1 of the Masques quartet is going to be called… *drumroll* Unmasked. You’ll note that a page has been added for this quartet already. Fair warning right now, I fully expect the title of the series to change by the time I finish. Of course, I expected that of Necromantic and yet it’s remained that all the way through, so I might be wrong about Masques in that regard too.
A few things to note. Cayle is, as I’ve alluded to before, my main character in this. He’s a very interesting guy, I’m telling you (and not just because he’s, well, HOT). For one thing, he’s an illusionist and an actor. Those skills go hand in hand in several respects, the first being more important to and dominant within him. Second, Cayle ALWAYS wears a mask, as does everyone else in his echelon of society. Think venetian masks. When I say always, I mean it. Every second, even asleep. It’s been like this for decades in the city where he lives and he’s done so personally since he was a small child.
I may use the need for regular reminding of what the masks look like as an excuse to buy a few similar styled masks and mount them on my wall. The fact that I’ve always wanted to own such lovely works is entirely not the point, even if you think it is. 😉
So, now that I’ve introduced you to Cayle (I’ll be talking a lot about him for the next several months, so it seemed you should get to know each other), I suppose I’ll let you know where he and I are. Right in the thick of it. Oh yes. As I said in my last post, the day after I wrote “The End” on STW and Devan’s trilogy, Cayle proceeded to dump everything into my brain. I in turn brain dumped into my notes. I now have headers and prompts for about the first half of my outline. I’ve also begun filling those in now, shaping the story and seeing it start to unfold, plots and subplots and characters who don’t like each other and others who long for things they can’t have.
I think I’m going to have a problem when I start writing this. I’m going to forget to consume even those few meals I manage now. Oh my god, I think this is going to be awesome. I’m seeing things spring up that I would never have expected when I first had this idea spark in my brain. There are gaps in the world, ones that I didn’t realize until outlining made me see them, that are suddenly filling themselves in within my brain with good answers even. I mean… Wow.
By the way, I think there’s going to need to be two line items added to the budget of things that have to be covered if I want to write full time. First, I clearly need to hire someone to clean the house. Second, I will require an assistant. Their job? To remind me to eat. And sleep. And do something other than try to eat/sleep/breathe words. I don’t think I’ll remember on my own.
And yes, I am rather excited about Masques and Cayle. Could you tell?