After putting it on the back-burner for far too long, I’ve finally finished Wonderlust 3: A Girl for Tea. It’s just get a final read-through and a cover design, and I’ll be sending it out to my ARC readers.
While most of my readers are shivering through winter, I’m sitting here in my next-to-nuthins, with the fan going, while the Australian summer sun blazes outside.
Things got crazy-busy before Christmas, but we’re hitting the traditional Australian New Year slowdown. I’m trying to put the time to good use, working on some new stories. As I indicated previously, Wonderlust 3 is all but finished. I just need to do some final polishing.
I’ve also started work on the sequel to Saved by the futa centaur. The adventures of Gennara and Sharronne picks up right where the first instalment left off. I’ll post some excerpts soon.
Meanwhile, have a great 2019, everyone!
Wonderlust 3: A girl for tea is nearing completion. Enjoy another excerpt…
Even as the fairy-lights faded, light grew in the dell: all silvery-gold. Faint at first, but growing steadily stronger. It was the moon, Alyson realized: a glorious, yellow, full summer moon. Then, silhouetted against its light, she finally saw the approaching figure. At first she thought it was a man, but then he stepped out from the trees and into the full blaze of moonlight.
He had the shape of a man, tall and thin, but his head was crowned with two long ears. Then, as he turned to look down at the slumbering figure of the fairy queen, Alyson saw the long, furry nose and large, gentle eyes of a donkey.
I really, really want to write some more adventures for Gennara and Sharronne, the futa centaur, and I have some ideas I’ve been scribbling down. But, before I embark on any new projects, I absolutely must finish the ones currently running.
I’m currently working on the third installment of “Wonderlust”, titled “A girl for tea”. Naturally, it has the famous Mad Tea Party – only, with my special, Wonderlust twist. There is much else, besides, of course, but in the meantime, enjoy a little excerpt from the tea party.
Apologies for missing a post last week, but I spent most of last week battling the worst toothache I’ve ever had in my life.
I got an emergency dental appointment, where it turned out that I’d cracked one of my back molars pretty much all the way through the crown. So, out it came.
So, I’ve had a week of mostly guzzling painkillers, and watching TV. I binged on The Haunting of Hill House.
I’ve loved the Hill House mythos ever since watching the ’63 movie of The Haunting (I always thought the ’73 film, The Legend of Hell House was based on the same novel, but it turns out it was a separate novel, by Richard Matheson).
The Netflix series is beyond excellent. It’s incredibly spooky. The device of having multiple ghosts hidden away in the shadows and backgrounds of every episode is particularly effective: once you realise, you end up carefully watching every scene, with the effect of keeping you constantly on edge.
Episode 6, with its use of extended takes (up to 15 minutes long), was particularly impressive.
One spoiler below: