Finally got some progress on Moy Tura Echoes.
For those of you who
haven't been plagued with this story so far,
haven't heard of my WIP, Moy Tura Echoes is at about 32k. It's an urban fantasy where the ancient Celtic Gods still live secretly among mankind, holding back the Formorians from our dimension, led by Morgan, (aka the Morrigan) who discovers that her long dead lover Lugh is back, as a mortal, just as her nemesis Maeve begins to launch an all out attack.
This is the hardest *insert rude word here* I have ever tried to write. Sometimes its like getting blood out of a stone and then everything clicks back into place and it just flows. I recently moved from state one to state two so I hope to get some more work done on it now.
I was stuck on a scene where Nuada was spying on the baddies using the watching places of the Sidhe. And I was stuck! Eventually I came to the conclusion that we were probably just going to have a really unpleasant Maeve scene watched through his eyes so I might as well get on with it and make it as horribly Maeve as possible. That seemed to work.
I'm currently writing a scene where Morgan, Tuan and the human Jack are consulting an oracle, deep beneath the crypts of St. Michan's Church in Dublin. The oracle happens to be the severed head of Robert Emmett, one in a long line of revolutionaries with possibly more zeal than actual ability, whose grave remains a mystery. He's a bit pissed about being an oracle as (a) he has no body, (b) he made a vow never to rest until Ireland was free from tyranny without realising, as Morgan puts it, tyranny never actually goes away and (c) 24 hour news tv has only recently been invented and it is his only entertainment. As you can probably tell, its not terribly reverent.
I'm sorry. I can't help it. It's treated seriously. Its just that Tuan keeps making comments. And Robert isn't helping!
I think I finally worked out the end though, while I was on the Luas going into town this morning. (I went on a tour of the Houses of the Oireachtas - it was lovely. You never see the ceiling of the Senate room on tv, so all that beautifully restored stucco work from the 1770s is forgotten! But I digress.) Yes, the ending. One which potentially works and fills in a couple of the larger issues I was starting to see in the book as a whole. It will mean some bizare research - such as does anyone know any pre-Christian Polish or Romanian Gods? - and a fair amount of writing of course, as I still have to get there
. But it is progress. So I thought I would report it.
I hope this doesn't sound as bonkers to you as it does to me some times!
ps I HAD
Your Score: Tigger
You scored 16 Ego, 10 Anxiety, and 15 Agency!
And as they went, Tigger told Roo (who wanted to know)
all about the things that Tiggers could do.
"Can they fly?" asked Roo.
"Yes," said Tigger, "they're very good flyers, Tiggers
are. Strornry good flyers."
"Oo!" said Roo. "Can they fly as well as Owl?"
"Yes," said Tigger. "Only they don't want to."
"Why don't they want to?" well, they just don't like it
Roo couldn't understand this, because he thought it
would be lovely to be able to fly, but Tigger said it was
difficult to explain to anybody who wasn't a Tigger himself.
You scored as Tigger!
ABOUT TIGGER: Tigger is the newest addition to the Hundred Acre Wood, and he lives with Kanga and Roo, because Roo's strengthening medicine turned out to be the thing that Tiggers like best. Tigger is bouncy and confident -some of his friends think he is a little TOO bouncy and confident, but attempts to unbounce him tend to be fruitless.
WHAT THIS SAYS ABOUT YOU: You are a positive and confident person. You feel capable of dealing with anything and everything, and funnily enough, you usually ARE. You don't worry about much, and you love to go out and find new adventures.
Your friends and family might sometimes be a little exasperated by your boundless enthusiasm. You don't like to admit your mistakes, and when you find yourself in over you head, you tend to bluff your way out of things. You would be surprised, however, at how happy the people around you would be if you would actually admit to a mistake. It would make you seem more human, somehow.