Chapter 21 is well underway and is (by my estimation) halfway done, if not more. I might have to split it in half and present it as two chapters! This was a bit of a grind and was a source of a lot of mental grief.
Firstly, I apologize for the delay in story updates. Life has been...well...life.
I am currently working on The Halfling. MDC is on a bit of a hiatus as I really dislike the current chapter in the works. It needs a complete rewrite.
My mom's birthday was yesterday. I got her a Beanie Baby Rainbow Dash and will be taking her out to dinner this weekend for a present.
I had to move some paragraphs around because I'm an idiot editor and missed a few changes I had made. I don't mind having a few spelling errors or a missed punctuation...
...but when I, the writer of my own story MISS moving an entire paragraph to its proper place...
I had to give myself that. I regret nothing.
Just over six thousand words on the chapter. I've got a little cleaning up to do, finish the last part of the chapter and fix a transition...It's shaping up nicely, though it's taken two months of pecking here and there only to flip a table and start over... It has not been easy getting my writing back on track.
Only a brood mother or a queen could bestow love to other changelings.
The reasons had been lost to the mists of time, but there were stories. What history changelings did know of their origins was spun from myth. For generations, stories were passed by word of mouth from generation to generation, differing from family to family. Keeping history in any form of writing was taboo, save for the Religious caste, who maintained everything in hymns.
Zeala awoke grumpily to the sound of someling banging noisily on her door. With a wet snort, she jerked up from the jumbled mass of blankets and sheets, still damp from her exertions during the night. The lump lying next to her mumbled incoherently from beneath the covers, a holed hoof reaching out and grabbing more and pulling it tightly to the unseen form.
“What?” she demanded tersely. “What?!”
The banging went on unabated, rapidly and very, very annoying.
Because I am an evil overlord bent on leading the changelings to Baskin Robbins! No tub will be spared...
“But this is boring!” he protested. “I hate clowns! There’s one named Pennywise out there!.”
“Balloons float,” Maggie moaned with a grin. Reign shot her an ugly glare.
It's become a difficult chapter to write, as the transition part of the story going forward ten years is proving to be a bit of a challenge. It's feeling forced and the chapter is more or less written. It needs a lot of correcting and going over. I'm trying to give you readers a quality addition to the story as I continue to develop as a writer (been writing since last year! Yay!!). This project has become a labor of love for me, as has MDC, and the soon to be continued Foals (expect