Never prudent to assume anything

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A heart quilt.

Just finished Part One of On Being Brave. And other incidents of bravery, lol.

Welp, as my eldest daughter sometimes exclaims, I finished the first part of my current noveling WIP. Should probably update my WIP page, I do believe.

But first I wanted to write this entry, posting pics of the beautiful Mr. Carter hearts English paper piecing quilt. This pattern, from Tales of Cloth, was an easy and uplifting project I began late last year after my nation elected a president I do not find at all appealing. Cutting, basting, then stitching heart blocks was SO NECESSARY. There aren't enough exclamation points in existence to exemplify how imperative it was to construct those blocks, then begin to place them accordingly.

So many gorgeous prints in heaps of beautiful colours!

So, scattered within this post more to do with writing are shots of a quilt I am still missing in my evening repertoire. Not sure when I'll make another, but dang, one day I hope to! Yet, as today's title notes, it's not wise to presume anything. Because just a smidge over twenty K into the first of four short stories, after completing Chapter Seven, I found I was DONE with the initial tale! 

Done as in COMPLETED, FINITO, FINISHED, etc, etc, etc. As done with that story (but not the entire book) as I was DONE with the heart quilt top (but not the entire cozy). WHOA!

Being D-O-N-E is all a matter of perspective, perseverance, and the indescribable feeling of once again existing in the writing zone. Oh. My. GOODNESS! It's so great to have reached The End of that small tale, and just as inspiring is pondering the start of Part Two tomorrow. I mean, I could spend the morning making soup, and I might, no saying I won't, although I also might write another Chapter One. Each story corresponds to a set of characters within The Enran Chronicles. And seeing there are three books (shameless plug) available (with the fourth destined for an autumn release), it's fitting to have four stories within Book Five. Or at least I think so.

Left side of quilt.

And since it's my series, my characters, my toes in the noveling river, that's how it's going to proceed. On Being Brave isn't merely Book Five's title, but my immediate state of emotional bearing. Oh, and have I mentioned I currently have laryngitis? My husband is better, thank the LORD, but from his cold I have retrieved the complete inability to speak out loud. Lots of whispering, well, some whispering, but vocal rest is a must, so I mumble when absolutely necessary. I'm being quiet in speech, but dang prolific in prose.

Today I wrote nearly four thousand words. Some this morning, some this afternoon. Reaching the end of Chapter Seven, I realized, "Hey, I think I can close up this story here. Today. Um, yay!" Checking my brief notes accumulated at the document's completion, all that I had slated to occur will be an epilogue at the book's true end. Up next is Squee, Jale, Yamist, Garfillan, Da'Nota and those dwelling on Enran proper. If you want to know their backstories, check out Book Three: Far Away From Home.

Bottom right side of quilt.

That's not so much a (shameless) plug as merely a nod to the scope of this series and of Book Five, as well as insight to my indefatigable imagination. Also to my love of character-driven science fiction. And to how deeply this cast has wormed its way into my heart. Thank goodness only my voice is gone. If the day comes that I can't write....

Welp, I'll ponder that if it becomes an issue. Not prudent to assume anything these days, nor to exclude The Possibility of What If. Another shameless plug, lol, for a fantasy series I just finished reading again for the sheer pleasure of it. Which is why I write, for the utter joy of crafting tales, building worlds, reveling in other people's drama, hahahaha!

One more of the whole kit'n'kaboodle. My goodness this is a pretty quilt!

And with that, time to update the WIP page, then move on with perhaps some stretches for my lower back. Not that stretching will heal my vocal chords, but keeping as limber as possible (for as long as possible, ahem) is important as I get older. Writing short stories is a great manner to reintegrate the noveling process into my life. It's been a couple of years since I wrote something new, maybe why it feels so MARVELOUS to have wrapped up one small tale. Enjoy your week, and may magnificent surprises bring awesome thrills your way!

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