Just a quick post with my photo of Gunboat 219 getting lowered into Bridgwater Docks ready for the next stage of restoration.
I have been struck down three time by a cold in four months and it has taken it’s toll on me but I haven’t given up. Those that have followed my other blog know that I have got a new printer ( a Prusa i3 extrusion printer) and have been trying to lean how to make use of it which has caused a few distractions, along with helping mum with her hobby which she hopes to make a business, I have been somewhat distracted.
Due to feeling not happy with the ebook, one the current paperback version passes muster and get’s published, I will strip “The End” back to the main story and will be removing the sections “Second Life” and “Dragon hunt” so that I can spend more time on redeveloping them. I also have the true book one and it’s equal nearly finished and need to get them done before going back to add to the prequel ( The “0” prequel series) and adding all the early years stories that are collecting.
To be totally honest, the main reason for this is something most authors face, I am bored of working on this book and need to get back to the actual story cycle that started it all.
What’s my plan for this year?
Aether Shadow which is the next book in the time line but the first in the actual series is planned for halloween release (just like the current book) I dunno if it will make it but the manuscript is further along in development then The end was.
I hope to meet up a few more times with writers this year so will be happy to keep in touch with the Devon, Dorset, Cornwall, Somerset and North Somerset writers.
See you in port next time Airship Pilots !
Love and War.
Since her coming of age, Tela had been having the same dream that cause her to wake in the night dripping in sweat and feeling scared but never knowing why. When ever she had asked anyone about the dream, no-one else had ever experienced anything like this dream and no-one had been able to shed any light on the meaning of of it. Each time she woke from the dream, she would be left with different fragments that would fade out of her memory unless she wrote them down.
Tonight was no exception, and she had awoken in the middle of the night cycle. She got up and went over to sink in her dressing table and splashed some water on her face.
These dreams always leave her with a bad case of insomnia that prevented her getting back to sleep and as always she would end up going for a walk in the crystal gardens.
Tela went over to her wardrobe and got changed into her blue robe before heading out of her dwelling. Despite being the middle of the night cycle there were a few people sat around and in one of the side area’s she noticed a young warlock sat in quite meditation, she carried on walking and eventually found a area that was empty.
She sat down on the bone like bench looking up at the dome above her, the ornately decorated dome was also made of the same bone like material of the bench which had been freshly grown out of the building seed that had been planted a few cycles before in commemoration of a Seer that has just passed away. Even though a few had watched Tela walking through the garden unbeknown to her one had followed he into the garden and was watching her hidden from every ones eyes.
Tela reached down into the pocket of her robe and pulled out the little green note book that always sat in the pocket. The cover was decorated in an ornately carved silver tree like carving and acted as both protection for the little book and also as a hinge and clasp to keep it closed.Opening up to the last clear page marked with a ribbon, she pulled a pen from her pocket and began jotting down the date and time and tonights fragment of the dream. She noticed that this was the 3rd time this week that she had had this dream, and that all fragments were new and that there were now more pieces to this puzzle then there had been before.
“Why do the dreams always seem to happen more often before a battle” Tela though to herself.
She closed her eyes listing to the sounds around her and before she knew what had happened it’s was the beginning of the day cycle and time for he to go home and change before heading of to the temple of the swooping hawks.
The image above shows the two proofs of my book.
The one on the left wrapped in Organza in the second and the one in Black Watch Tartan is the first.
I must point out that nothing was changed between cover versions but you can see the colour difference.
Ignoring that, After using the new template file, a major formatting bug with the accented letter e “é” has now been fixed but now I seem to have a problem with the image DPI. Still need to read through the book to double check but at the moment it stand at 154 pages long .
BTW the wraps are sample of a little project that work with the books.