Seriously, chain mail is sexy

And with 20k words written, it's safe to say I'm working on the new novel and not the other projects. This being the previously mentioned adult medieval romantic fantasy. Her Nibs is a warrior fighting to inherit her father's earldom while His Nibs is the captain of the royal guards heading for a religious crisis. I'm not calling Her Nibs kick-ass because she hasn't actually applied foot to posterior, though she has kneed someone in the stones. Also in the mix: dry sarcasm on stage, espionage in the wings, badly fitting gender roles, and anger management issues. Plus I get to say scathing things about Courtly Love. All tasty ingredients, which is good because I never expected to be cooking a high fantasy stew. No idea how long it'll be, given I've never written one of these before, but 100k words would make me happy. Code name is Inheritance, for lack of a better working title.

This is not an attack novel -- 500 words is a good day. Strong voices and tight diction will do that. There are signs, though, I'm catching the manner of it, so may speed up. Not that I've figured out how to translate "just because I'm butch doesn't mean I'm a dyke" into medieval terms yet. ( ObProcessWank: prose like poetry )

The ObFluff this week is played by viciously addictive point-and-click adventures: Hapland 2 (more fiendish than the first), Archipelago and Dark Room, The Phone, The Doors, Vagrancy, and something in unreadable Japanese. Plus for people who untangle Christmas lights and headphones for fun, Planarity.

---L.