a question for authors

I have found that the closer I get to finishing my first novel the more my thoughts head off to the sequel.  This is both enlightening and infuriating….helps in the sense that book 2 needs to feed off of the end of book 1 but at the same time it muddles up the thought process as the Muse tries to get the ending right for book 1.  Is this a unique problem or does this happen to other authors as well?

Oh well..the end of book 1 will happen regardless and then I get to write a foreword, an acknowledgment and an author’s afterword…all firsts for me…then I just need to find the required funds to get a cover done, the draft edited and whatever it costs to promote the heck out of the book(writing it was the easy part.)  :-)

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finish line still in sight

A short breather from this morning’s musings…a time to celebrate another minor milestone…word count now stands at 89,004.  Had to change things up a bit as what I thought was the last chapter proved to be longer than I liked so I split it in two…well actually three as I am now just starting the last one as I felt the need to finish at Mallory Town….the epilogue will play off that nicely I think.  So, boys and girls work continues on this longer than expected work…originally thought 80,000 or so would be good…looks more like 95,000…

I have four beta readers reading the pre-edited final draft…if all goes well and I can find the resources to acquire a good cover I hope this will be out in Kindle in a couple months…..

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finish line in sight

Getting close boys and girls…the last chapter is proving to be a bit lengthier than I first thought but that’s okay…will be writing the last major battle of the book next as the British penned up in Detroit attempt to break the siege….after that it’s only a matter of time and pages until Pontiac’s war concludes and book one ends….the epilogue is partially complete and I hope sets the scene for book two.  :-)  Here’s a bit of the lead up to the battle I haven’t written yet:

Captain Dayall as Major Gladwin knew was not one who liked to be on the defensive so it was not a great surprise when Dayall suggested rather heatedly that the time to strike was at dawn tomorrow.  What did surprise the Major was that Liam and Mulhern both agreed with him.  ‘Pontiac knows we’re going to hit him but he doesn’t know when.  The sooner we strike the less chance he will find out and the less time he has to prepare,’ said Liam.  ‘All right gentlemen,’ responded Gladwin, ‘we attack at dawn.  Captain Dayall will be in command.  I suggest using the river gate as it is less visible than the front.’

Pontiac knew he was violating one of the main points of his program for the tribes but sometimes, as he was learning, it was necessary for those in power to bend or even discard the rules once in a while.  The spyglass had been a gift from the captain of a French trading vessel and was one piece of the white man’s ingenuity that he was not ready to give up.  He climbed up into the oak tree he had been using during the siege as a vantage point for keeping an eye on the British.  The eastern sky was heralding in the first light of the new day on the horizon as Pontiac focused the spyglass on the far wall.  He had seen little activity at the front gate but did notice the many soldiers forming up near the river gate.  ‘So, I was correct in thinking you would make your move tonight,’ said Pontiac to himself while clambering down from his perch.  He walked over to Megegagik and said, ‘ready your men and make sure they remain hidden.  I will join you shortly and will lead the charge.’

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a trek through pretty country – the Muse felt nostalgic this morning

The maples, oaks and birch were in full red, orange and yellow making a distinct contrast to the deep greens of the 80 feet tall white pines that rose in magnificent groves all through the northern woods.  It seemed to the three travelers that this would be a nice place to explore further once the threat of war was gone.  They were camped for the night near La Grand Traverse just a few days from Michilimackinac.  For the most part they followed a native hunting trail that veered a few miles inland from Lake Michigan through stands of white pine and open meadows.  Deer was in abundance as was pheasant and wild turkey and they came upon a herd of elk that had been spooked by a group of Ojibway hunters.  ‘Tis a fine place for sure,’ voiced Mulhern, ‘I can see why them that are already here wanna keep other folks out.’  ‘Those Ojibway didn’t seem too pleased to find us in their hunting ground, ‘replied Liam, ‘though once their chief silenced them they became almost too friendly.’  ‘Aye, but I am grateful for that elk haunch they left with us,’ said Mulhern, ‘wouldn’t you agree there, momma bear?’  Wahta could only grin and nod his head, the drippings from the large morsel of elk he had just stuck in his mouth running down his chin and chest.

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you bet..another snippet – The Siege of Mallory Town

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This finely illustrated depiction of The Siege at Mallory Town gives you the sense of the chaos, the blood, the thrill of victory and the agony of defeat at this small but pivotal battle for the frontier during Pontiac’s Rebellion in 1762.  A brief snippet for your enlightenment and entertainment:

Pierre raised his musket to ward off the blow from Machk’s war club but he was struck above the right temple as the club slid down the barrel of the musket and crumpled to the ground.  Machk’s cry of victory was cut short by the sound of the volley from the ambushers.  He turned to see his warriors being massacred, his rage now out of control.  He lifted his tomahawk and was bending to grab Pierre to scalp him when two musket balls hit him, one in the leg from the musket of William Crane but it was the second one that killed him as Liza, from the window in the main building, hit him square in the back of his head; the ball, bone and brain matter exploding out of the front of his head and onto the still unconscious form of Pierre.  The remaining five assailants having lost their leader ran back to their canoe and pushed off into the Allegheny.

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Musings on an early Wednesday morning

The Muse spake thus this morning :

Pontiac awoke the next morning to the sound of waves breaking along the shore.  A brisk wind from the northwest promised to bring rain as it whipped the previously placid surface of the lake into four foot breakers.  He followed the trail down the dune and plunged into the lake, the water refreshing him and helping to ease the aches from the ballgame of yesterday.  He stood in the water as the waves broke upon him remembering the thundering roar of the people, his people after his talk last night.  On the beach, Eluwilussit, the hoary, white haired Ottawa holy one watched his chief and spoke, ‘Just as these waves strike and fall away from you so shall the British disappear as droplets of water into the air.’  Pontiac shook the water from his hair as he walked to his spiritual advisor.  ‘Manitou will bring us great victories but it is up to us to bring it about,’ he said, taking Eluwilussit by the shoulders, ‘come old friend, let us begin.’

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excerpt from this morning’s musing – Chapter 14

La Grand Traverse – summer 1760

Nearing forty years of age, the Ottawa war chief Pontiac, was on the verge of accomplishing something he had been dreaming of since he was a young boy living on the banks of the Detroit River.  His father had been an Ojibway warrior but his mother was an Ottawa so he was raised with his mother’s people.  He learned early on that their reliance on the French was essential to the well-being not only of the Ottawa people but of the other tribes in the region as well. Another even more important learning experience came to him as an Ottawa war chief fighting alongside Ojibway, Potawatomi and Shawnee in the battle that defeated the British General Braddock at Fort Duquesne.  He felt then the first surge of glory that came with leading a war band of differing tribes to a stunning victory over a vastly superior force.  By banding together, he was convinced, was the way to defeat and drive the British from their land.  By banding together under a strong leader was the way to ensure victory and he was convinced he was the one needed to be that leader.   A meeting of many of the tribes was taking place near La Grand Traverse, the great bay reaching inland from Lake Michigan.  It was a place of spiritual power, a place blessed by Manitou.  It was here that Pontiac would convince the Ojibway, Potawatomi, Huron, Miami, Delaware, Seneca and many other tribes that the time was coming to throw off the oppression of the British; that the time was now to accept his leadership; that the time was now to begin the preparations.

He sat on top of the large sand dune that stretched for miles along the shore of the lake and watched the sun sink into the watery horizon.  He was tired and not a little sore from the multi-tribe game of baaga`adowe, a game of stickball that his people had been playing for centuries.  It had started at dawn and just concluded a short while ago when Pontiac scored the deciding points by striking the top of the goal post with the hide covered ball after carrying the ball from one end of the field to the other, the young men of his tribe, the ones who formed the war chief’s bodyguard shouldered or otherwise knocked his opponents out of his way.  Pontiac himself was bringing down the last of the defenders with a sly spinning move using his hip and elbow to clear the way to the goal.  As a gesture of goodwill Pontiac, after scoring the goal, went back and helped up the bloody nosed Piankashaw chief who in return lifted Pontiac’s arms in a victory salute.  The on looking crowd cheered for what seemed like hours after watching the final play and the ending token of peace.  Pontiac knew then that he had created the mood for success.

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