Now that the alliteration's out of the way, the next order of business is to thank you all for your fantasy recommendations. I must hie myself to the library sometime soon so I can add more books to the pile already sitting on my desk.
Now for the WIP backstory: When I read something and a flaw bothers me, it
Recently I read a book where the total lack of description of a certain trade made it abundantly clear to me that the author hadn't done so much as a cursory Google search on the topic. And since this trade was the main character's trade, and played a semi-important role in the story, and as details only got vaguer and more questionable as the book went on--did you hear that sonic boom? That was from me throwing my hands in the air in disgust.
After I finished the book, I donned my night vision goggles, armed myself with a pickaxe, and went tunneling into the dark depths of my computer, looking for that old story I'd written in which the character practiced needlework. I found the story, hacked a few good lines free and dumped the rest on the slag heap, and set to writing with a will. I've actually done a bit of embroidery and have read a few books, though in the latter case it was largely because of the gorgeous pictures featuring goldwork and silk embroidery.
But embroidery! It was going to matter! By god! And crochet too! And knitting! And tatting! And--all right, so I got a bit carried away and possibly am going to have to trim a few things. My knitting is abysmal, by the way.
As usual, the story evolved while I was writing, and so now it's almost completely different from the original years-old idea, and then evolved further so it was nothing like what I set out to write right now. But that's all right. I had an idea but not much of a story but now that have the outline set, all that remains is to bring it to life, stitch by stitch and word by word.
So here's a snippet which, after all that talk of embroidery, contains no needlework references at all. I know, I know.
The Eleon was not wild. It was not a simple beast, or a mad one, or a beast at all. In shape and purpose, it was the closest thing to a person she had seen. The tentacle birds might dive at Tindy when she crossed their sight and the shadow-hounds chase her when they caught her scent, but the Eleon sought her out. All her life in all her nightmares, the Eleon alone spoke. Only the Eleon had anything like a human face, though its resemblance to one was at once so different and so cruelly similar that Tindy desperately wished that it hadn't a face at all.That's my current solo project. As soon as Krispy gets that next section written *hint hint unsubtle hint* I'll take over and work on our co-novel while Krispy works on a solo project or two or three of her own.
Only the Eleon. Until Mr. Shall had begun to appear in her nightmares.
In the meantime, how's your WIP going? Do flaws and annoyances in books inspire you?