I’ve finished the first draft of The Pelerin’s Eye, a Dying Earth novel about a necromancer who stumbles
into a career as a diplomat for the Duke of Golathreon, the city on the south
shore of the Sundering Sea where Baldemar retired after his stint as a wizard’s
The draft topped out at 82,000 words, which I consider a comfortable
length for a fantasy novel. I’m going to
let it sit for a little while because the characters mutated as I wrote them,
so there will be some need for shoring up in the early chapters to cohere with
what happens later.
In the meantime, I will turn my attention to writing the
third in the series of novelettes about Cascor the discriminator.
This makes three novels I have now have “in inventory.” The other two are the Baldemar stories, which
were consciously written as an episodic novel, and Passengers and Perils, a space-opera sequel to my 2008 novel Template.
I’m not doing anything with these properties while I wait to
see what effect Barbarians of the Beyond,
the authorized sequel to Jack Vance’s The
Demon Princes, has on my ability to sell to publishers. If it makes enough of a splash, I may be able
to break out of the small-press ghetto and sell to larger outfits (although
having been to The Show twice before, I have mixed feelings about that).
In regard to both my space-opera and Dying Earth settings, I
ought to mention: I have no idea what the
geography of the lands I’m writing really looks like. Please don’t ask me to draw any maps. These are, after all, realms of the
imagination and therefore, by definition, always somewhat hazy.
I’m back to work on this novel about a necromancer who
becomes a diplomat in the same Dying Earth setting as the Baldemar and Raffalon
stories. I had to take time off to write
my newsletter and another episode of One
Damned Thing After Another, my autobiography-in-progress, then go in for a
cystoscopy (all was well).
I’ve reached 70,000 words, the maguffin has been recovered,
and the protagonist, Galabras Nachecko, faces sudden peril. There will be one last encounter with the
half-mad thaumaturge, Fatezh the Force, and maybe an attack from on high by a leather-winged
pelerin, but I expect it all to go well in the end.
On Monday, I set off for the wilds of northern British
Columbia – not really; Prince George is
a pretty civilized place – for our regular summer housesit. I’ll finish the Eye there and then I’ll write
the third episode in the evolving tale of Cascor the Discriminator.