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138418 Words. But Finis!
The Prize is not as Great as You Think is done.
Started three weeks ago on a Monday so 22 days.
Now the month has over 94K words, 316 pages. The year to date nearly 300,000 words and nearly 1000 pages

The next novel shall be a return to Regency England and I think centered around the developing of railways

Here is chapter 5’s beginning of the novel as a sample

5) My Son is Dead

Being escorted into the Grand Prince’s drawing room was a first for Gerald. He had never been to this part of the Celebont Palace before. Usually it was enter through the main gate and the main hall. Up the stairs and then into the large room there, the main throne room. Athelstan had told him there were three throne rooms and that his father used them all and for a variety of reasons.

Athelstan was there to meet him at the station and instead of protesting, he accepted the man’s company. Now there was a guard detail and after a moments discussion, Sir David and Sergeant Phillipe were tasked with picking our men to complement the guard. Sir David was told to have ten more men then guard contingent.

“Cousin,” he had said to Athelstan. “I requested some information, is there anyone here who has it?”

Athelstan looked and shook his head, “I am sorry but I do not know of any information, highness.”

Gerald then turned to the Captain of the man who was to be in charge of his guard. “Captain, who was responsible for the Guard detail when Prince Reginald was killed?”

“Not I!” the man, a Baron of course, said. Gladdes was one of the nobility, a little overweight from eating good food, and doing little to earn his place as a Captain.

“I did not say you were in charge. Was it the Guard? Another one of these units?”

“Well yes,” the man was still indignant.

“Then my men here from the first cavalry will augment this unit. Now, I have requested information all afternoon about the murder of the prince. Do you have it?”

“No. I don’t know anything about that. I have orders to take you to the Celebont Palace.”

Gerald shook his head. He was getting angry. “Captain Krabe is my aide. Captain will you provide this captain with a list of all the information I have required.” Turning back to the Guard Captain, “Your orders now are to get me this information and attend me at the Celebont Palace when you have it. I expect it to take you no more than a half hour, for you have been here in the Capital and I have been waiting for news or traveling all day. I think that is fair.”

“You can not be serious!” the man exploded again.

“Highness! Stand up straight you shit of a man! I should have you courtmartialed for your insolence. How many times did you not address me by title? Do you even know? And to suggest that I am not serious, are you fool!”

“You can’t order me. Highness,” he said through gritted teeth.

Gerald sent one glance to Athelstan.

“He can you know.” All others now turned their eyes to Athelstan. “He is the second in command of all Almondy’s forces. Only the Grand Prince outranks him. Any order you have received from anyone lower is automatically overridden by an order from the Crown Prince. As long as he has done his training in the army and is over twenty-one. His Highness is all that, Captain. I would suggest you follow his orders. Oh and show him some respect which you have not done yet, Captain.”

“Now Captain, I see that Captain Krabe has the list. Half an hour. The Celebont Palace. I should not stand there waiting, your time is disappearing.” Gerald said then turned to Sir David. “How long to get the mounts all assembled for your guards, ten minutes?”

“Less highness. We shall be ready in five!” Sir David nodded and then turned to his team and was making orders, looking for the Guard lieutenant who was there and discussing the route they were going to take. There was a crowd in front of the station as well but Gerald was ignoring it

“Athelstan, cousin, what do I do next?”

“Well highness we take you to the Celebont Palace. There you will meet my father. He is grieving though. Terribly. He will require that you are invested soon as Crown Prince, but I think we will have your Coronation not too much later. Yesterday he was a robust man, now he is broken, and he has not been well either. We probably will have the funeral for Reginald, in six days. Already word has been sent to the crowned heads of europe and Presidents and Premiers to attend the funeral. I do not know how many will come unless they can stay and attend the Investiture of you as Crown Prince as well soon. They will want to meet you. And the way you handled that pompous piece of work, they will especially want to meet you. A Crown Prince with a firm resolve. It shall make many of them nervous.”

Waving the others nearby away, “You were the one who gave me the inspiration for that. You have been saying that we have to show the foreign elements some backbone else they will walk all across us. We have a better rail system here then Germany and France and that so helped Germany in the last war. Now we need leadership as well and then they will think twice about attacking us. Then we can be the deciding factor of any war they start. Or convince them that they should not include us in their folly this time.”

“Oh very good. You listen. Reginald never did. I should have looked at that list you sent the Captain after. Anything that I can tell you?”

“Yes. How did Reginald die?” Athelstan nodded then and began to tell him. Out riding in the countryside to an assignation with a lady from one of the taverns he frequented. Reginald had one or two houses that he used for a tryst, he had a small squad of Guard with him. Several bombs were thrown and this time he was killed, along with one of the guards. Most of the others were wounded.

Athelstan had heard that what was left of Reginald was not pretty. But he was dead and the anarchists were claiming credit. “How do they do that? They can’t just walk up to a Constable and say they’re an anarchist and someone from their organization threw a bomb.”

“No. They send a letter with some details that only those who did throw the bomb would know because the constables don’t tell everything. The letter is usually addressed to Lord Hermes who father has as Minister for the Homeland.”

“The Chief of the Chief Constable.” Gerald said and that was indeed the man’s position too. Though he covered several other portfolios that had to do with the running of the country.

“I have a great deal of reading to catch up on if I am to take over from your father. Though we have had so many conversations these last years, I am not sure that we are not ready for some other type of government. If your father can hold up, then perhaps I can be the last Crown Prince and we can make the Grand Prince more of a ceremonial position rather than one where radical should like to throw bombs at us.”

Athelstan smiled and then said, “Best you don’t say that any louder or to anyone but me. We need to work on this but you are right, we have talked about changing the government. I think that too many are reluctant to change the status quo.”

“Of course. We can only talk to those who know they stand to gain. I would not tell another farmer that he had to drop the price of milk he charged unless he was sure he was going to get something greater for it elsewhere. No I understand. Come, Sir David has the horses ready. I fear we are about to gallop all the way to the Palace.”

Athelstan looked at him in surprise. “I have a carriage…”

“Come cousin. I go to your father who is as you’ve said in a terrible way. We are to hurry. Much of the day has been wasted already.”

Athelstan should have seen the two men with rifles approaching him but he did not. He did feel them nudge him. “Stop that. He is the son of the Grand Prince.” Even I they treated him like a bastard, he was still much higher in rank then they ever should be.

Finally they were on horseback and Sir David and his men were leading to the south street that would take them almost to the gates of the palace without any twists and not overly crowded for here were homes and smaller shops not open at night. Though most shops were closed at this hour but for restaurants and places of entertainment.

At the gallop it took less than ten minutes to advance up the hill though the horses were tired. The guards at the palace gates passed them through quickly and then Athelstan and a few others were taking Gerald to see the Grand Prince.

Gratitude Log

  1. IslandsIslands-2011-02-22-11-13.jpg Took Cheryl here for Valentines day and then when California Pizza Kitchen had us wait a half hour for our table and then there was another half hour on top of that (The Liars) we went again for her birthday. Great Hamburgers.
  2. GameDeciderGameDecider-MemberHomePage-2011-02-22-11-13.jpgHave begun work with this website for gamers. Should have a weekly blog that I will be reposting here.
  3. YouTubeYouTube-dwilliamwilkin_sYouTube-2011-02-22-11-13.jpg So much is placed here that one day you will never have time for series television. In the last two years, going from no time watching videos to how many hours a week? How much of the internet bandwidth is taken up by YT?
  4. Shogun 2 Total War-PastedGraphic-2011-02-22-11-13.jpg The newest part of the Total War Franchise was released as a demo. Very much buzzed by all Total War gamers. Can’t wait to have my PC rig set up again one day and get it.
  5. Amazon PrimeAmazon.com_OnlineShoppingforElectronics%2CApparel%2CComputers%2CBooks%2CDVDs%26more-2011-02-22-11-13.jpg Streaming Movies. Downton Abbey here I come.

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It has been just a few days but I am writing quickly these days. Cramming a lot out. Though I have slowed down this week over the last three. For three weeks I wrote at the pace of 50,000 words each week. Now I am slowing down to 40,000 words so I do more with my day then just write.

This is a graph of my writing for the weeks of 2011. The amount shown for Week 6 is on Wednesday, the middle of the day with four more days to write.

My February 2011 Writing log started on Monday so at the moment I am just that 15K words into the month.

My exploration into a Ruritanian Romance is now 60,000 and a little less than half way. The Prize is not as Great as You Think combines those elements along with part of a plot line I had thought about a few years ago and jotted down. My notes of story ideas and plots go back for years. At one time I would wake from a dream and jot down the idea. Last night I had a dream I thought was going somewhere as well and the watching Lights Out today I saw that some of my dream stems from that as well as the George Clooney  picture from last year, Up in the Air. The premise of my dream was that there was a deal, a business deal and the hero, me of course, was the smart guy, while the other side of the deal was clearly the costar of Up in the Air, Vera Farmiga.

She was the hot number in the plot that was a great Wall Streeter with access to a lot of venture capital. I was in the position with Raymond Enkeboll Designs that I used to hold and advising how to do a deal. Something happened that caused the hot number to scrag the deal which was fine with our hero for he had booked an adjoining room to the hottie and they they took forward a similar deal together making more than either would working for the man.

Who knows, one day I may add to the idea and make a story from it.

In the meantime we are at 218K words for the year and this is the beginning of the 2nd chapter from The Prize is not as Great as You Think:

2) All The Little Pieces

The manor house, near the outskirts of the city was very fashionable. Reginald had seen it before more than once, though he had avoided the inside. He smiled to himself for the expression like the plaque came to mind. Not that Princess Margaritte, was anything at all like that. Just that an alliance, a marriage would signify the end of his life of freedom. That he would have to start serious work here in the principality. Work that his father was more than qualified for and willing to do.

With that understood, why then should he worry about taxes, and bread, Germans and railways? Father actually wanted to make all those decisions. He complained all the time that it was too much and he needed help, but Reginald had learned early on that was not the case. That when he had offered to help when he was younger, the Grand Prince would smile and then thank him. Father would say it was noble of him to offer but that Reginald should enjoy his life before he was forced to wear the crown and make such decisions.

After offering a half a dozen times, perhaps more over the years to really work on serious matters, and always being refused, Reginald took to heart that he should indulge himself. Perhaps he had overdone it. Certainly the press loved him for overindulgence. He was advised by the owners of not only the papers from Steilenberg, but those in the provinces, that he contributed greatly to their profits. Everyone wanted to read about what he was doing, or planning to do. They liked pictures of the beautiful women he dated, and fortunately they papers only called it dating. Should they report on how many women he slept with, and sometimes more than one, his reputation might not have been so great amongst the people.

He had one affair that had been placed in the papers so long ago now that no one remembered. It had caused him grief and he had come to an understanding then with the papers. They could report on all sorts of things that he did, but what happened in his bed, and who with, were never to be reported.

“Highness,” he saluted by sharply bringing his heels together. Then he leaned over and kissed the proffered hand. Margaritte didn’t rise when he entered, for she too was a princess of the Fitzroy Perry blood. Though he did outrank her, she was establishing her rights. He had encountered such women before. And of course he had met Margaritte many times. She was one of the most beautiful ladies in Steilenberg. He agreed with his father about that. Was she the woman he would marry, that still was to be determined.

“You do me great honor by visiting and so early in the day? Why I think the sun has only been up a few short hours.”

“Yes, I saw it rise for I have not been to sleep yet. Too much to do and so I must burn that candle at both ends.”

She trilled, for that was what her laugh was. Like a little precious bird. Blond hair, a descendent of one of the infusions from the north. She was one of the many cousins, and anyone who had the least amount of Fitzroy Perry blood seemed to want to proclaim that they were a cousin. Not that his cousin Gerald did, fool. He would have to tell him that the next time he came to town he need use some scent or other to hide the smell of his cows.

Perhaps that would be a good reason to marry, then he would place children between the man and the throne. Every son would cause the need for his cousin Gerald to come to the capital less frequently. “What would you say to eight sons?” He asked Margaritte. Not only because the thought occurred to him just then, but also eight would be needed to bear the damn platform with St. Michael atop it. He was still sore from that. Sure that he had torn a muscle in his shoulder.

“Eight, I think you need to first marry, and then we shall discuss it.” She smiled but he saw that it did not reach her eyes. She was calculating what that question had meant.

“You must meet my cousin Gerald. You know he is next in line to the throne after me? It so irks Athalan. My brother has never accepted that he is not in the line of succession.”

“I do not think of Athalan much,” Margaritte said.

Reginald nodded, “You know most women are like that, but I think that is a mistake. Not that women should like him for his charms or his looks, though you would think with his parents he would look better. No, I think women should like Athalan for his ambition. And what he will do with that ambition should he find he is disliked.”

She laughed again but not the trill she had before. This was forced. “You make him sound dangerous.”

Reginald nodded, “He is probably the most dangerous man I know. I fear that in the years to come we may find out just how dangerous he is. Father refuses to see it. You should know this also should I court you to be my bride and then the Grand Princess. If we were to have any sons, Athalan would not necessarily be there friend.”

She did not laugh, “If you feel this way, then why not exile him? Surely you could arrange that.”

“He is the son of my father, and he is my brother. I know his ambitions seethes inside of him but until he acts upon it, I will do nothing. It is an unspoken truce between us. He wants recognition for all his efforts for a country he will never lead. I pretend that when I am Grand Prince I will do something to aid in his desires.”

She shook her pretty blonde head. She was twenty three he had been told and overripe for marriage. But she was holding herself out for the biggest fish that she could find, and that was him. Did that make cousin Gerald the second biggest fish? Smelling of fish and cow, the man was intolerable.

Well once Reginald was wed and producing some boys, then it would not matter. Cousin Gerald could stay in the country forever. There were other younger cousins who could carry the damn platform during the pageant. And if he had hurt his shoulder, then Reginald would force his father to take a flux and stay in bed next pageant. That was a way to get out of carrying the dame platform. If he had to act as regent for his father for even an hour, it would supersede all other duties and requirements. Athalan had told him that, but only after they got to the damn top of the hill and the Palace gates this year.

Gratitude Log

  1. El Pollo Loco-The Tostada Bowls–I have been eating these for a number of years and though I typically do not like mexican food, the bowls not only have edible food within, but the bowl themselves are edible.
  2. Campbell’s Soup–During the cold drinking these were great. Cream of Mushroom is especially my favorite and Ralphs has been selling them for $1.
  3. Apple iBooks–Still finding new, free books to download. Last night Jeeves and Wooster by PG Wodehouse.
  4. Edgar Rice Burroughs –Wrote a Ruritanian Romance called The Mad King . I am rereading again on my iPhone courtesy of iBooks .
  5. Wishlists–What an incredible and powerful thing when you are broke. Really broke and going into your retirement savings to pay for food. Just place things on the Wishlist when you see what you would like to have and one day, perhaps you can get them.

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It has been just a few days but I am writing quickly these days. Cramming a lot out. Though I have slowed down this week over the last three. For three weeks I wrote at the pace of 50,000 words each week. Now I am slowing down to 40,000 words so I do more with my day then just write.

This is a graph of my writing for the weeks of 2011. The amount shown for Week 6 is on Wednesday, the middle of the day with four more days to write.

My February 2011 Writing log started on Monday so at the moment I am just that 15K words into the month.

My exploration into a Ruritanian Romance is now 60,000 and a little less than half way. The Prize is not as Great as You Think combines those elements along with part of a plot line I had thought about a few years ago and jotted down. My notes of story ideas and plots go back for years. At one time I would wake from a dream and jot down the idea. Last night I had a dream I thought was going somewhere as well and the watching Lights Out today I saw that some of my dream stems from that as well as the George Clooney  picture from last year, Up in the Air. The premise of my dream was that there was a deal, a business deal and the hero, me of course, was the smart guy, while the other side of the deal was clearly the costar of Up in the Air, Vera Farmiga.

She was the hot number in the plot that was a great Wall Streeter with access to a lot of venture capital. I was in the position with Raymond Enkeboll Designs that I used to hold and advising how to do a deal. Something happened that caused the hot number to scrag the deal which was fine with our hero for he had booked an adjoining room to the hottie and they they took forward a similar deal together making more than either would working for the man.

Who knows, one day I may add to the idea and make a story from it.

In the meantime we are at 218K words for the year and this is the beginning of the 2nd chapter from The Prize is not as Great as You Think:

2) All The Little Pieces

The manor house, near the outskirts of the city was very fashionable. Reginald had seen it before more than once, though he had avoided the inside. He smiled to himself for the expression like the plaque came to mind. Not that Princess Margaritte, was anything at all like that. Just that an alliance, a marriage would signify the end of his life of freedom. That he would have to start serious work here in the principality. Work that his father was more than qualified for and willing to do.

With that understood, why then should he worry about taxes, and bread, Germans and railways? Father actually wanted to make all those decisions. He complained all the time that it was too much and he needed help, but Reginald had learned early on that was not the case. That when he had offered to help when he was younger, the Grand Prince would smile and then thank him. Father would say it was noble of him to offer but that Reginald should enjoy his life before he was forced to wear the crown and make such decisions.

After offering a half a dozen times, perhaps more over the years to really work on serious matters, and always being refused, Reginald took to heart that he should indulge himself. Perhaps he had overdone it. Certainly the press loved him for overindulgence. He was advised by the owners of not only the papers from Steilenberg, but those in the provinces, that he contributed greatly to their profits. Everyone wanted to read about what he was doing, or planning to do. They liked pictures of the beautiful women he dated, and fortunately they papers only called it dating. Should they report on how many women he slept with, and sometimes more than one, his reputation might not have been so great amongst the people.

He had one affair that had been placed in the papers so long ago now that no one remembered. It had caused him grief and he had come to an understanding then with the papers. They could report on all sorts of things that he did, but what happened in his bed, and who with, were never to be reported.

“Highness,” he saluted by sharply bringing his heels together. Then he leaned over and kissed the proffered hand. Margaritte didn’t rise when he entered, for she too was a princess of the Fitzroy Perry blood. Though he did outrank her, she was establishing her rights. He had encountered such women before. And of course he had met Margaritte many times. She was one of the most beautiful ladies in Steilenberg. He agreed with his father about that. Was she the woman he would marry, that still was to be determined.

“You do me great honor by visiting and so early in the day? Why I think the sun has only been up a few short hours.”

“Yes, I saw it rise for I have not been to sleep yet. Too much to do and so I must burn that candle at both ends.”

She trilled, for that was what her laugh was. Like a little precious bird. Blond hair, a descendent of one of the infusions from the north. She was one of the many cousins, and anyone who had the least amount of Fitzroy Perry blood seemed to want to proclaim that they were a cousin. Not that his cousin Gerald did, fool. He would have to tell him that the next time he came to town he need use some scent or other to hide the smell of his cows.

Perhaps that would be a good reason to marry, then he would place children between the man and the throne. Every son would cause the need for his cousin Gerald to come to the capital less frequently. “What would you say to eight sons?” He asked Margaritte. Not only because the thought occurred to him just then, but also eight would be needed to bear the damn platform with St. Michael atop it. He was still sore from that. Sure that he had torn a muscle in his shoulder.

“Eight, I think you need to first marry, and then we shall discuss it.” She smiled but he saw that it did not reach her eyes. She was calculating what that question had meant.

“You must meet my cousin Gerald. You know he is next in line to the throne after me? It so irks Athalan. My brother has never accepted that he is not in the line of succession.”

“I do not think of Athalan much,” Margaritte said.

Reginald nodded, “You know most women are like that, but I think that is a mistake. Not that women should like him for his charms or his looks, though you would think with his parents he would look better. No, I think women should like Athalan for his ambition. And what he will do with that ambition should he find he is disliked.”

She laughed again but not the trill she had before. This was forced. “You make him sound dangerous.”

Reginald nodded, “He is probably the most dangerous man I know. I fear that in the years to come we may find out just how dangerous he is. Father refuses to see it. You should know this also should I court you to be my bride and then the Grand Princess. If we were to have any sons, Athalan would not necessarily be there friend.”

She did not laugh, “If you feel this way, then why not exile him? Surely you could arrange that.”

“He is the son of my father, and he is my brother. I know his ambitions seethes inside of him but until he acts upon it, I will do nothing. It is an unspoken truce between us. He wants recognition for all his efforts for a country he will never lead. I pretend that when I am Grand Prince I will do something to aid in his desires.”

She shook her pretty blonde head. She was twenty three he had been told and overripe for marriage. But she was holding herself out for the biggest fish that she could find, and that was him. Did that make cousin Gerald the second biggest fish? Smelling of fish and cow, the man was intolerable.

Well once Reginald was wed and producing some boys, then it would not matter. Cousin Gerald could stay in the country forever. There were other younger cousins who could carry the damn platform during the pageant. And if he had hurt his shoulder, then Reginald would force his father to take a flux and stay in bed next pageant. That was a way to get out of carrying the dame platform. If he had to act as regent for his father for even an hour, it would supersede all other duties and requirements. Athalan had told him that, but only after they got to the damn top of the hill and the Palace gates this year.

Gratitude Log

  1. El Pollo Loco-The Tostada Bowls–I have been eating these for a number of years and though I typically do not like mexican food, the bowls not only have edible food within, but the bowl themselves are edible.
  2. Campbell’s Soup–During the cold drinking these were great. Cream of Mushroom is especially my favorite and Ralphs has been selling them for $1.
  3. Apple iBooks–Still finding new, free books to download. Last night Jeeves and Wooster by PG Wodehouse.
  4. Edgar Rice Burroughs –Wrote a Ruritanian Romance called The Mad King . I am rereading again on my iPhone courtesy of iBooks .
  5. Wishlists–What an incredible and powerful thing when you are broke. Really broke and going into your retirement savings to pay for food. Just place things on the Wishlist when you see what you would like to have and one day, perhaps you can get them.

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Lord Falmont’s Muddle is finished two weeks after it began. I managed 359 pages or 107,000+ words.

The story of a lord who is responsible for seeing his two sisters launched into society. As he does this, returning from a long time away from his family, he meets the family of the neighbors of his country manor. They naturally fall into the same society as they are close in the country. Over this time our lord falls for the daughter of the neighboring lord. She also falls in love with our hero. The twist though is that the neighboring lord, father of our heroine has just remarried and our heroine does not know if she can trust her new mother.

She realizes that this colors her caring for our hero. When he offers for her she is unsure that she fell in love with our hero only because should she accept him, then she will be able to spy on her new mother and still see and support her father.

For January so far I am at 170,000 words and it is the 2nd most prolific span of time since I have been recording my output, with some more days to account for still.

My next work is :The Prize is not as Great as you think. This will be a Ruritanian Romance. I had begun to think of Anthony Hope’s 220px-Anthony_Hope_Hawkins_by_Alfred_Ellis_%26_Walery.VCnYJKU9dgJK.jpg great work, The Prisoner of Zenda 51RcgGgZclL._BO2%2C204%2C203%2C200_PIsitb-sticker-arrow-click%2CTopRight%2C35%2C-76_AA300_SH20_OU01_.yqqGlLNydzRb.jpga piece that not as many people seem to know as should.

I came to this realization when watching The Great Race 51IzjwrXmfL._SL500_AA300_.qHS68Sdxe36A.jpg over the holidays. So many know the movie with Professor Fate and the Great Leslie but don’t realize the European gag with Jack Lemmon playing double as Prince Hoepnick is the Prisoner of Zenda tale. So it is time for a retelling of these types of stories.

Not to plagiarize the entire story as some have done, (Royal Flash51Y1tPYoFeL._BO2%2C204%2C203%2C200_PIsitb-sticker-arrow-click%2CTopRight%2C35%2C-76_AA300_SH20_OU01_.gdAOpqKeTEMy.jpg) but to set them in these mitteleuropa settings. I started to research and found that the homages to The Prisoner of Zenda are abundant but that many other stories came out that were successful with the theme of a Ruritanian Romance.

The third chapter of Lord Falmont’s Muddle, marking the end of the project is revealed here:

3) We came all this way to meet the Neighbors

Fanny was content to sit in the window seat at the London House and look out at the world from it. It would still be a good half hour before she was disturbed by Lady Mary or her sister Beth. It was possible but doubtful that Henry would stir from his study until the women had made of themselves a comfortable place in the drawing room. Two days they had been out of mourning, and Beth was anxious to go to balls, routs and fetes all at once. Fanny should like to go and meet people but salons and art showings were more to her taste. Something quiet.

Fanny marveled at how nice the room was, and even Henry admitted that there was little he needed to change in the house. That it took up the best part of a block along the square did not speak to their father’s astute purchase but of his grandfather’s when the square was laid out. That the house though looked modern once inside was all of their father’s doing. Even the papering of the walls had been done last year, though the staff had mentioned that it was done each year. Their father having spent his monies here in London for that was where he was seen by society. It was why he had the latest and newest wall covering.

And fresh paint as well. Stepping into the foyer, a room whose rich red paint almost hid fine gold motifs that had been added throughout that made the color glow, marble slabs were spread across the floor with rugs from Persia and the Orient there and in other rooms whose carved wood doors were usually opened so that visitors could see their elegant display as well. Furniture by Chippendale and Wilkins, paintings by esteemed members of the Royal Academy, a Reynolds commanding the top of the stairwell at the landing of the first floor. The staff also said that just two years before William Wilkins had overseen renovations to the interior of the house and the extension of the west wing further into the gardens.

The drawing room where Fanny sat was rose colored, and the staff pointed out that if her father entertained in the room, he never wore his red hued clothing. He liked to contrast and not compliment, and since he did entertain quite often, there was another room in the new addition that was in dark colors where he could be seen presiding in his crimson colored clothing. The servants also had told her how the very next year the Marquess would alter the color schemes, and quite likely Rose would become Blue or Green, while the dark room might tinged in pale yellows. Each year a complete change.

Throughout the room, four settees and couches for guests to sit at, or the two tables with chairs enough that card games could ensue. One change Henry had made was placing a chess board upon a table. He was in the midst of a game against himself. He pointed out that he played cards, but had more than enough of playing such while in the army and at his club, when he would venture there. Now something he would do that mourning was over. Chess worked his mind he said in another way.

There was room for more than twenty and two window seats such as she sat in then. Even more could fit comfortably in the room. Along the sides, the furniture by both Chippendales, and a couple pieces that the architect had designed. While on two cabinets, an arrangement of flowers overflowed their vases, the work of the maids then rearranged by Lady Mary each day, two others had cast bronzes and ceramics. One piece the second half of a pair. The other piece had been at their mother’s house in Richmond. That mystery intrigued her and when she mentioned it to Henry, he could not provide her with any information. Their father had not spoken of it, and had hardly spoken to Henry since his return from Flanders and Waterloo.

That they all had little to do with their father and had been in the London House seldom, Henry more then they, had given Fanny more than enough that was new for her to explore. Beth however had been in the house an hour before she wished to go out. Lady Mary, quite correctly telling her at that time that she should not. She was still in half mourning then. Their governess did allow that Beth could begin a correspondence to her friends to let them know that she had arrived in town. All subject to Lady Mary’s inspection that nothing untoward was mentioned.

The first two letters, Beth had to correct for Lady Mary had decided that it was inappropriate to beg to be asked to a ball. She helped Beth rewrite the letters in such a way that it would not seem like she was pandering for an invitation. Then Lady Mary had cajoled Fanny into writing at least three letters herself. It had taken a good half hour for her to think of correspondents who would be in London that she could write to, and then compose the letters. None of which needed Lady Mary’s censoring.

Since then they had received some callers, notably the Duchess of Lincoln had arrived, without any of her children and said she was proud to meet her cousins. It had only been a few short years since she had been introduced into society but her position allowed her to make a great many introductions. In two days, the Duchess was to have them to tea and they were to meet several of her intimates. That satisfied Fanny no end. It however was but one item on a long list of things that Beth wished for her own season.

I also have had a cold, and even so, I kept my writing up with several 10000 word days. It influences my Gratitude Log, but I was surprised by the output as when I had the flu I could write nothing.

Gratitude Log

  1. Kleenex-Tissues–I blew my nose so much the first three days that it is chaped beyond repair. Well almost beyond repair. Without Kleenex though it would be a horror. I have used a handkerchief until it was a saturated. Not pretty.
  2. Vaseline–This saving device eases the pain from my nose be rubbed raw.
  3. Decongestants–And here the medicine stops the sneezing and dries me out.
  4. Europa Universalis–With all my games packed in storage, I watch those who can play games and make videos of them right now. One of the most interesting is Eurpoa Universalis 3. 51Woj5hOC4L._SL500_AA300_.WMHuIYU1ie9B.jpg Complex world domination from 1399 to 1835.
  5. Brian Malion–DSCN1402.mMe9vMNj42Q0.jpgThis friend of mine fits right up there with the discussion of Professor Fate and then back to the Prisoner of Zenda. At one of our CCOBS Curious Collector of Baker Street a Sherlock Holmes group, Brian one year for annual ball dressed as Professor Fate and then a few weeks later at Loscon, the science fiction convention for LA did the same costume. It was a riot.

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Had been sick for a few days and had an appointment so that cut into my writing time the first of the year. Reached the 400th page in the 2nd of our KoTohLan series where our gamer, the grandson of an emperor, quests to right the wrongs that our occurring under the dynasty that slaughtered his family. There is some of the PastedGraphic.sSpf4F7d51Dg.jpg Camber of Culdi threads in this but very small. I am trying to think of when dynasties have been changed and then someone emerges from a previous dynasty to lay claim and challenge the usurpers. It happens in fantasy and generally, except for magic, much of what occurs in fantasy has already occurred in our world. Or in the bible. Just can’t think of anything.

Reading Group Bust
Went to speak to another reading group, but only two ladies really s​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​howed up. The group had been rescheduled from November, and since then the organizer had a tragedy and dropped the ball. In the end a group of Mah-jong players were drafted in to eat the free bagels and muffins and listen to me speak. A total of nine ladies and no one new purchased my book​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​ ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​The End of The World 1__%23%24%21%40%25%21%23__PastedGraphic.nwJRsvoY6p3a.jpg

Murder Mystery in Steam and Thunder
While thinking of things to write about going forward, and having been thinking of setting a romance in the Steam and Thunder world I remembered some murder mysteries I had once read. The Lord Darcy series by Randall Garrett. PastedGraphic2.a1qXrkCl71me.jpg Here we have another Sherlockian like sleuth who deduces the cause of the crime and guilt of the perpetrator through magic based forensics. Well, why not have a sleuth in my own universe for the Steam and Thunder era, a pseudo SteamMuck era novel combining an industrial age that comes on the heels of the Medieval, without a Renaissance era might well fit. No magic, for in this technology is the magic as the world is still very much that of the medieval era. I have the idea for the body, and some red herrings, just need to see if I can place the body where I want effectively. You always need to start with a body.

I did mention that I had been sick. Came up late Wednesday night and I slept for an hour and woke at midnight. Could not get back to sleep. I remained awake for 22 hours, losing everything in my stomach throughout Thursday. Friday was better and I didn’t lose the contents of my stomach. I kept food down, barely. Saturday and Sunday I even dressed. By sunday I was hungry and the Packers Packers.com%2CtheofficialwebsiteoftheGreenBayPackers.wrL8l3vF7WsD.jpgwon their playoff game!

For those who have been following the saga of our attempt to move, the seller disappeared and we could not close escrow. So we have to start all over. However the deposit we placed in escrow, they won’t return to us since they say they need the signature of someone no one can find. I am totally livid over this. Escrow and our agent and the sellers agent say they have tried to reach him. Who cares. They all came up empty. Now give us back our money. We have so little, so it is a business decision. Not a legal one. There really is no fair law in the US. It is how rich you are now. The rich bend the laws to suit them. We really are far from what we started out to be.

For my next installment of Hoveria, the beginning of Chapter 4.

4) Entering Hoveria

Magnus knew that things were different once they crossed the border. He had let Jack talk to the men and knight who stood guard there. Paying six bits for each horse and two for each man. “Tolls are relatively cheap, but there are a lot of them. They pay for the upkeep of the road of course, as there is no longer an Imperial tax to do so. Carts of merchandise are more heavily taxed, and a herd of cattle, well everyone wants their piece and wars have been fought if a lord thinks to charge so much that the breeder can’t get any profit because of the tolls.” Jack was going to prove a wealth of information that would supplement what he had learned as a trader.

Cortier had learned to pay once a season to all the lords whose roads they travelled, enough that the lord did not itemize each steer, man, or cart that moved across their territory and traded with the lord. It made for a better system. Cortier also sent men who were not easily insulted or let loose with such too. Men who could defend themselves and their charges.

“If you utter an oath against a man or lord, you best be prepared to use your blade to back it up. We are not foolish, we will not insult you back if we do not think that in an affair of honor we have a chance to remain alive. Some are though, and some think themselves so good with a blade that they will insult all to establish how good they are. Most though are smart enough to know that is a fools game,” Jack looked at Mischa and further enforced the discussion of Mischa only saying what came into his mind when they were alone.

“Saying something another man could take as challenge when he is not with his friends is discouraged, for it shows your own cowardice. And doing so in front of his friends is stupidity for then he will have to challenge you else lose honor in front of his friends.”

Master Farthing said, “There is a great deal of Fellane here, but we would never instruct a warrior that they must think if they are with their friends, or alone, or do they know the skill of the man who insults them. An insult is met with the blade. Understanding, or learning who is better skilled could indeed prove deadly, but insults to you, your family, your clan are not to be bourne.”

“Shame that that Emperor’s peace does not run to Fellane any longer than,” Magnus said. He held up his hand quickly to stop Master Farthing from taking any umbrage, but the old man was at least sixty and could be eighty as he sometimes claimed. He also claimed he was in his seventies. Magnus actually thought he was not so much unsure is that he felt different ages of older, and expressed it so. “I should not like to be a citizen of the Empire and see so much blood spilled as the young men try and decide who should be the rooster in this pecking order. These skilled men are needed for the armies. Look at Camoria. If we were to read anything but the games papers we would know that General Carter has made every man, from sixteen to twenty serve in it’s army for the barbarians across the passes threaten them. You will recall that Adam Carter the Council Leader’s son played in the tourney against the winner of the Imperial and they had some conversation.”

Magnus had not confirmed that the Duchess was his lover, but that he was friendly with her, they all knew. They all also thought that she was his lover, which of course she was. He was very worried about her, but knew that should Duke Mikal ever figure out that they were lovers, her life would be forfeit. The Duke would not stop until he killed her. They all did know that as she was the daughter of the Council Leader, he was concerned with Camorian affairs. But Magnus hoped that his entry into Hoveria showed he also cared about the land that Jack came from. If Magnus ever did wish to become emperor, then he would have to be fair to all his people. That was his thinking. He might favor one kingdom over another, but it should be short lived. If he did it long enough as Joss showed favoritism for Ottoria, then the rest of the empire would never accept his reign well, just as now so much turmoil had beset the Krache rule.

“Master Heironymus,” Young John said, “Do you think that the princes and their armsmen can remember the oaths they gave to the Emperors of Karnexia? Can they temper their swords and their angers?”

“Good point. Mastering themselves is taught even before we teach a man to pick up a sword. As I have taught you, there are many ways to do so, but only one is correct.” The princes of Fellane had many rituals, and lifting your sword was one of them. In a little over two weeks, Magnus believed that all of them had made a conscious effort to please the old Master by following his instruction. Magnus remembered he had lifted his sword in the accepted manner that morning. Fortunately there was not a particular way to mount a horse.

There were a great many rituals, such as for drinking Cjafe, but not beers or ales. Cjafe, a tea particular to Fellane, though Fellane boasted many other teas that it exported. Cjafe left the country only bound for it’s own nationals. Cortier could not trade Cjafe, only the trading houses of Fellane could. He had tasted it, as a guest of some of Fellane, but he was forbidden to buy it. Inevitably some of it would be found on the black market in Karn. There was always such a market, but the traders of Cortier wisely avoided purchasing it there as well. If it were known that they had any, friends they had in Fellane would spurn them, as well as the members within the trading house who were of Fellane.

Magnus nodded to himself after listening to Master Farthing about honor. Some of that needed to apply to the men here in Hoveria.

Hoveria had been large, with few villages, most towns but lots of land devoted to great farms and ranches. Jack explained, “You saw that when we crossed there was a great castle. Count Hendricks is the descendent of the lord of the area. He had great lands and many vassals. When we joined the empire, any manor or other castle, the lord there who might have been a vassal of the Count, was placed in direct fealty to the Emperor and no longer the count. The count had perhaps 50 lords under him, with all the knights in fealty, and now he had five or six who did not have lands, or manor that needed to be defended. It was the way for the Emperor to take the nobles and the armies of the nobles away. But sometimes these great castles, really needed the manors under them to support the fees to have a castle.

Gratitude Log

  1. Coca-Cola–When I was sick at an early age, my father the pharmacist used to have us drink this to settle our stomachs. I still do.
  2. Packers–A team owned by the city, not a billionaire play thing. The Lambeau Leap. The Packers rule!
  3. Trader Joes–A great place to get food. A small market, (I remember the one in West LA just over by National with the really terrible parking lot since it was always crowded) but with a lot of great food crammed into it. It makes your taste buds sing.
  4. Lord Darcy–A great take on Sherlock Holmes. Do you suppose he is named Darcy because of a Jane Austen influence?
  5. Sherlock Holmes–The epitome of detective fiction, mysteries.

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Had been sick for a few days and had an appointment so that cut into my writing time the first of the year. Reached the 400th page in the 2nd of our KoTohLan series where our gamer, the grandson of an emperor, quests to right the wrongs that our occurring under the dynasty that slaughtered his family. There is some of the PastedGraphic.Ptzx8h30jj2N.jpg Camber of Culdi threads in this but very small. I am trying to think of when dynasties have been changed and then someone emerges from a previous dynasty to lay claim and challenge the usurpers. It happens in fantasy and generally, except for magic, much of what occurs in fantasy has already occurred in our world. Or in the bible. Just can’t think of anything.

Reading Group Bust
Went to speak to another reading group, but only two ladies really s​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​howed up. The group had been rescheduled from November, and since then the organizer had a tragedy and dropped the ball. In the end a group of Mah-jong players were drafted in to eat the free bagels and muffins and listen to me speak. A total of nine ladies and no one new purchased my book​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​ ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​The End of The World 1__%23%24%21%40%25%21%23__PastedGraphic.x7F2Z1xRGB6R.jpg

Murder Mystery in Steam and Thunder
While thinking of things to write about going forward, and having been thinking of setting a romance in the Steam and Thunder world I remembered some murder mysteries I had once read. The Lord Darcy series by Randall Garrett. PastedGraphic2.NfK3GpT84kkB.jpg Here we have another Sherlockian like sleuth who deduces the cause of the crime and guilt of the perpetrator through magic based forensics. Well, why not have a sleuth in my own universe for the Steam and Thunder era, a pseudo SteamMuck era novel combining an industrial age that comes on the heels of the Medieval, without a Renaissance era might well fit. No magic, for in this technology is the magic as the world is still very much that of the medieval era. I have the idea for the body, and some red herrings, just need to see if I can place the body where I want effectively. You always need to start with a body.

I did mention that I had been sick. Came up late Wednesday night and I slept for an hour and woke at midnight. Could not get back to sleep. I remained awake for 22 hours, losing everything in my stomach throughout Thursday. Friday was better and I didn’t lose the contents of my stomach. I kept food down, barely. Saturday and Sunday I even dressed. By sunday I was hungry and the Packers Packers.com%2CtheofficialwebsiteoftheGreenBayPackers.vKpl5hm0z7LF.jpgwon their playoff game!

For those who have been following the saga of our attempt to move, the seller disappeared and we could not close escrow. So we have to start all over. However the deposit we placed in escrow, they won’t return to us since they say they need the signature of someone no one can find. I am totally livid over this. Escrow and our agent and the sellers agent say they have tried to reach him. Who cares. They all came up empty. Now give us back our money. We have so little, so it is a business decision. Not a legal one. There really is no fair law in the US. It is how rich you are now. The rich bend the laws to suit them. We really are far from what we started out to be.

For my next installment of Hoveria, the beginning of Chapter 4.

4) Entering Hoveria

Magnus knew that things were different once they crossed the border. He had let Jack talk to the men and knight who stood guard there. Paying six bits for each horse and two for each man. “Tolls are relatively cheap, but there are a lot of them. They pay for the upkeep of the road of course, as there is no longer an Imperial tax to do so. Carts of merchandise are more heavily taxed, and a herd of cattle, well everyone wants their piece and wars have been fought if a lord thinks to charge so much that the breeder can’t get any profit because of the tolls.” Jack was going to prove a wealth of information that would supplement what he had learned as a trader.

Cortier had learned to pay once a season to all the lords whose roads they travelled, enough that the lord did not itemize each steer, man, or cart that moved across their territory and traded with the lord. It made for a better system. Cortier also sent men who were not easily insulted or let loose with such too. Men who could defend themselves and their charges.

“If you utter an oath against a man or lord, you best be prepared to use your blade to back it up. We are not foolish, we will not insult you back if we do not think that in an affair of honor we have a chance to remain alive. Some are though, and some think themselves so good with a blade that they will insult all to establish how good they are. Most though are smart enough to know that is a fools game,” Jack looked at Mischa and further enforced the discussion of Mischa only saying what came into his mind when they were alone.

“Saying something another man could take as challenge when he is not with his friends is discouraged, for it shows your own cowardice. And doing so in front of his friends is stupidity for then he will have to challenge you else lose honor in front of his friends.”

Master Farthing said, “There is a great deal of Fellane here, but we would never instruct a warrior that they must think if they are with their friends, or alone, or do they know the skill of the man who insults them. An insult is met with the blade. Understanding, or learning who is better skilled could indeed prove deadly, but insults to you, your family, your clan are not to be bourne.”

“Shame that that Emperor’s peace does not run to Fellane any longer than,” Magnus said. He held up his hand quickly to stop Master Farthing from taking any umbrage, but the old man was at least sixty and could be eighty as he sometimes claimed. He also claimed he was in his seventies. Magnus actually thought he was not so much unsure is that he felt different ages of older, and expressed it so. “I should not like to be a citizen of the Empire and see so much blood spilled as the young men try and decide who should be the rooster in this pecking order. These skilled men are needed for the armies. Look at Camoria. If we were to read anything but the games papers we would know that General Carter has made every man, from sixteen to twenty serve in it’s army for the barbarians across the passes threaten them. You will recall that Adam Carter the Council Leader’s son played in the tourney against the winner of the Imperial and they had some conversation.”

Magnus had not confirmed that the Duchess was his lover, but that he was friendly with her, they all knew. They all also thought that she was his lover, which of course she was. He was very worried about her, but knew that should Duke Mikal ever figure out that they were lovers, her life would be forfeit. The Duke would not stop until he killed her. They all did know that as she was the daughter of the Council Leader, he was concerned with Camorian affairs. But Magnus hoped that his entry into Hoveria showed he also cared about the land that Jack came from. If Magnus ever did wish to become emperor, then he would have to be fair to all his people. That was his thinking. He might favor one kingdom over another, but it should be short lived. If he did it long enough as Joss showed favoritism for Ottoria, then the rest of the empire would never accept his reign well, just as now so much turmoil had beset the Krache rule.

“Master Heironymus,” Young John said, “Do you think that the princes and their armsmen can remember the oaths they gave to the Emperors of Karnexia? Can they temper their swords and their angers?”

“Good point. Mastering themselves is taught even before we teach a man to pick up a sword. As I have taught you, there are many ways to do so, but only one is correct.” The princes of Fellane had many rituals, and lifting your sword was one of them. In a little over two weeks, Magnus believed that all of them had made a conscious effort to please the old Master by following his instruction. Magnus remembered he had lifted his sword in the accepted manner that morning. Fortunately there was not a particular way to mount a horse.

There were a great many rituals, such as for drinking Cjafe, but not beers or ales. Cjafe, a tea particular to Fellane, though Fellane boasted many other teas that it exported. Cjafe left the country only bound for it’s own nationals. Cortier could not trade Cjafe, only the trading houses of Fellane could. He had tasted it, as a guest of some of Fellane, but he was forbidden to buy it. Inevitably some of it would be found on the black market in Karn. There was always such a market, but the traders of Cortier wisely avoided purchasing it there as well. If it were known that they had any, friends they had in Fellane would spurn them, as well as the members within the trading house who were of Fellane.

Magnus nodded to himself after listening to Master Farthing about honor. Some of that needed to apply to the men here in Hoveria.

Hoveria had been large, with few villages, most towns but lots of land devoted to great farms and ranches. Jack explained, “You saw that when we crossed there was a great castle. Count Hendricks is the descendent of the lord of the area. He had great lands and many vassals. When we joined the empire, any manor or other castle, the lord there who might have been a vassal of the Count, was placed in direct fealty to the Emperor and no longer the count. The count had perhaps 50 lords under him, with all the knights in fealty, and now he had five or six who did not have lands, or manor that needed to be defended. It was the way for the Emperor to take the nobles and the armies of the nobles away. But sometimes these great castles, really needed the manors under them to support the fees to have a castle.

Gratitude Log

  1. Coca-Cola–When I was sick at an early age, my father the pharmacist used to have us drink this to settle our stomachs. I still do.
  2. Packers–A team owned by the city, not a billionaire play thing. The Lambeau Leap. The Packers rule!
  3. Trader Joes–A great place to get food. A small market, (I remember the one in West LA just over by National with the really terrible parking lot since it was always crowded) but with a lot of great food crammed into it. It makes your taste buds sing.
  4. Lord Darcy–A great take on Sherlock Holmes. Do you suppose he is named Darcy because of a Jane Austen influence?
  5. Sherlock Holmes–The epitome of detective fiction, mysteries.

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The grind continues and has now passed the milestone of 200 pages in the second part of the KoTohLan series, the work our hero Magnus Thistle is doing in Hoveria.

Reaching 200 pages in this, the exact amount I have written in all books for the year is 1,268,235 and for Hoveria 60,000+

I posted the first part of the first chapter a few days back so perhaps now would be good to post the first part of the second chapter

2) Welcome Home

“She’s here, that is wonderful and who is that next to her. I vaguely remember some little boy that looked like that at her wedding. But this is no little boy, she has brought a man home with her!” The general came down the stairs, slower then Celeste remembered he would walk down them before she had left her family to become a novice. He was grayer, but she had seen that the previous year when he came to her wedding. She had not noticed that he was slower, but he was past sixty now. It was inevitable she supposed and she caught back a sob as she realized she had missed many years of the love and affection that her parents could have given her by being away.

Perhaps wanting to be a sister of Nuln had been more of a curse then a blessing. Indeed sometimes and for other reasons it had been so. A curse to wed the monster that was Joran’s father and a blessing to be his stepmother.

Joran though looked happy. He had a wonderful time as they travelled on the road away from Karn and probably Duke Mikal as well. Adam had him at his side almost the entire time that they travelled, with his two cousins who were the first family members he had ever met, he seemed like he was the most joyous he had ever been.

Now a little more than year since his mother had died and he had not missed a day of smiling since they had left the capitol of Karnexia. Weeks had sometimes gone by where he did not smile at all.

“Do you remember your bow to the Vote-Holder?” Celeste asked. Her father was also called the General, or Council Leader, though a new election for Vote Holders and council leadership would surely be underway now that the Imperial was finished. Riders would have returned quicker than the column that Celeste had travelled with, telling the news that no one of Camoria, had won the Imperial Tournament, but also that General Adam had come in third.

After each Imperial the election of Vote-Holders took place and then from those election to the Council of Seven and its leadership. A position that General Zacharia had held for nearly five years since the last election. He had been a Vote-Holder for nearly ten years. Celeste did not wonder if he were too old for another term. Her father guarded a secret that she now knew and worried about. A secret that he was bound to keep and one that would cause him to seek a third term as Vote Holder and then do his best to remain at the head of the council of seven.

She caught another sob in her throat for the secret worried her greatly. Where was Magnus and what was he doing. He told her to come home to Lartes and Camoria, but he did not say where he was going. He did not even say if he would write or try and reach her. She might have believed he would for he knew where she was. Perhaps she had understood that he was going to do so. But neither she nor Adam remembered that he had said he would do so, and Celeste had quizzed Adam a great deal about what he knew about Magnus.

Her brohter didn’t know enough. Joran was happy, and Celeste was glad to be back with her family and home. But she was miserable as well. Her lover was in danger, more than she was, and she had no idea if he were safe or not.

“Bettia, look at our girl all grown up and beautiful as ever. Almost as beautiful as you my love when you were that age,” the general smiled to hint that he was teasing. “But there is something wrong. We must make that better while she is here with us. Now I shall take Joran for a time and show him the house though I do not think he will stay with us long. And you take our daughter and see if she remembers where the kitchen is. Perhaps she can brew you some tea and you can talk. It must have been a long trip on the road with Adam, his family, the other Ko masters, there fans and the regiment.” The general hardly paused for a breath.

“Yes dear, I shall do that. Remember that the traders guild is coming later to discuss the elections, before lunch,” Her mother had found purpose in keeping track of all his appointments and commitments.

“Come young man and tell me if you like this room here, or might want to spend time at the barracks with the other young cadets. You are the right age to begin your officer training. I do have a feeling about you, you know…” The general took Joran by the shoulder and led him away.

Bettia did the same with Celeste, “Well now that you are home, I do not see any reason to let you go running off again. Camoria has need of its daughters just as much as its sons. And you should know that the general is serious about having the Korman scion train in our army. Strange move that Duke Mikal would allow him to come to us. It places some stones in front of the Krache, but with the abundance of stones against us, your husband has to know that it is but a few years before we will be fighting the barbarians across the passes. I should not be surprised if one of your brothers does not find the proof that it is the Krache that has been stirring them up all this time as well.”

Her mother led her to the kitchen where three ladies were working, “I can fill the pot for tea myself, Olanes. Do you remember my daughter? Olanes is head cook here. This is a light group for her, for when the councillors are in town, or the house is full of guest we have five times as many helpers.” The kitchen was huge. Much bigger than she remembered, but then she had lived in the Vote-Holders hall but a couple years before she had left to become a novice.

“Oh the Chief Lady need not make water for tea. I put a kettle on the minute the guards tramped into the hall with the precious chick. And all her favorites for dinner tonight, too, provided your mother remembers them correct after these years and your tastes are still what they were when you was a child. Now my dear, do you still like the chicken with the rich brown sauce? Over rice from Haltoria? Costs are dear for that, with the trouble on the roads of course, but we have several bags of rice from when times were good,” the cook said.

“Oh, I do of course if it is no trouble, but if things are dear, I have money to help. I, I also like more vegetables now with my dinner. I think much more than when I was a child,” Celeste said. Her mother seeing that the water was hot, was looking for a teapot, for Celeste remembered her mother had several nicely painted ceramic ones, and then Bettia found them and chose one to pour the water into over her tea leafs. She had several tins of different quality and flavored leafs on a little shelf that she reached for.

“You dear, did not like any vegetables with your dinner when you were a child. Nor did any of your brothers or sisters except Mara. Such an angel.” Bettia laughed. “I say the same about you when I am alone with one of your sisters. I thought now that you are a mother you would see that it is a little fun to do so. No other child to think of. Your letters have been sparse to come by since you married.”

Celeste realized she was remiss and shook her head. “I am sorry.”

Then while this endeavor has been going on I thought of another plot for a future book. It just fell right into the world of my Steam and Thunder duology. It seemed to fall inline with a story for the children of our heros and the title of Shot and Tiaras came to mind. I have the plot thought out and it may be the work that follows this, though I have spent a great deal of time writing fantasy in 2010. It is a romance set in my fantasy world with the political, socio and economic background that would carry from all the changes of the first two books. Perhaps then the romance will set it apart.

I wrote recently of some of my downloads from Project Gutenberg ProjectGutenberg-freeebooksonlinedownloadforiPad%2CKindle%2CNook%2CAndroid%2CiPhone%2CiPodTouch%2CSonyReader.oR6X3AcH2TS7.jpg. I have an online book catalog and a program on the mac I use as well. For years I cataloged books starting with dBase, which those who really know computing will remember. It’s last iteration that I used was in Filemaker but since I have begun to use Bruji’s Bookpedia. I am at a loss though if now the downloads of public domain works, like that of GA Henty PastedGraphic1.nZMlmBXD8zWH.jpg which I have wanted for years, is something I put into the Catalog. Books that are just files here on the computer

The Gratitude Log

  1. Men of a Certain AgeTNT-MenofaCertainAge_Home.u4utDFhnowRg.jpgThis is me. I am a man of a certain age, nearing fifty. Some of the shenanigans these guy get into is not what i get into, but issues of health, relationships and other items they cover I can relate too.
  2. Project GutenbergProjectGutenberg-freeebooksonlinedownloadforiPad%2CKindle%2CNook%2CAndroid%2CiPhone%2CiPodTouch%2CSonyReader.KxXNkYzvkSyF.jpgI remember when this project had less than a hundred works and I found it. But reading them then on the computer was something that did not keep my interest for long. It took these many years and devices for better reading of the works electronically to make this truly be a valued resource. One thing, when i was doing research, having a searchable PDF copy of one of the transcribed works was invaluable.
  3. Bruji’s BookpediaPastedGraphic.xdX0g0hYt0ST.jpgHaving over 6000 books (now many damaged by rats) a cataloging system is a necessity. This one does almost all that I need so I can easily recommend it and say that it is a valuable resource.
  4. G.A. HentyPastedGraphic1.WAXFktakCSqG.jpg The writer of boys fiction. Historical fiction, they are works that I have always wanted and with Project Gutenberg, it looks like I can add to my collection and find some very inexpensive (free) reads.
  5. Little Fuzzylarge_advolfzy.cPR9apw1jio4.jpg I wrote a whole blog about this a few days ago. Now it is time to put in the Gratitude Log because i am thankful I have read it.

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