Susanne Winter

Talking about books

And still alive, and the Eva Mandel book will be coming out soon!

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I was just going through my feedreader (I know, so old-fashioned), culling everything that I either don’t read or that hadn’t updated in the past few years.

Well.

This blog has been dormant for years as well. Sorry. Life happened and I wanted to redesign it (still want) and I wanted to focus on writing because I had way more to do than I had time or energy for, and then was now.

Anyways. The Eva Mandel trilogy is written. Book 1 is about to be launched into the world in all its ebook glory. I’m still a bit undecided whether I should focus on bringing this website up to speed or do a cover reveal, preferably both, of course.

So, I promise to not fall off the face of the world for years again without checking in, and will keep you posted.

And I am doing NaNoWriMo yet again

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Last night I finished the last of the Eva Mandel trilogy.

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If everything goes according to plan newsletter subscribers will get a free prequel story before the end of the year and the first novel will be out at the beginning of next year.

In addition to that I am attempting to write 50,000 more words this month.

The eagle-eyes will see that it is already November 6. Yeah, things do not always go according to plan. Nothing major, though, just a big bout of procrastination last week.

Of course now things will go much better, I will write 2,000 words every day and everything will be fine.

I am hoping to update this here blog a little more often, stay tuned and see how that goes.

Still not dead

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Well, first of all NaNoWriMo did not go as expected. The last one was the first one ever that I attempted and didn’t „win“. I’d say there were two parts to it, one being the fact that I was sick for 2 1/2 weeks in November. As in having a cold and no energy whatsoever. I spent most of my days in bed waiting to get better. That is a valid reason for not writing much for sure.

But before that I had been struggling with not writing much for about a year already.

Now writing an average of 500 to 700 words per day sounds pretty good but for me it just doesn’t feel enough. First of all there are a lot of stories I want to tell and I don’t want to have to pull out an idea ten years later because I was writing so slow. Also, I do write pretty fast even with the „Writing in the Dark“-method so 700 words typically take me between 15 and 20 minutes.

Spending only fifteen minutes a day on the thing that you claim is most important to you? Slightly pathetic. Mind you, I don’t have day job that eats my whole day, no commute, I could easily devote an hour a day on writing if I only tried hard enough.

So I’m trying to remedy that and have so far written an average of 2,000 words a day for three days in a row.

The reason I didn’t write anything here on the blog was that I took the advice in „Blogging for Authors“ to heart to not fill my author blog with stories on how difficult writing is.

Since I’m still working on the trilogy (slowly) and since I want to finish all three books before publishing there isn’t much else to tell.

I do have plans for blog posts that aren’t on how hard writing is, though, and am hoping to not abandon this space for weeks at a time again.

Thanks for still reading this.

And NaNoWriMo begins again

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Sorry for not posting in months. I’m still rather busy with the writing. I am currently on book two of the Eva Mandel series.

I’m doing NaNoWriMo again, this time as a rebel because I started this book a few weeks ago.

First few paragraphs of book two:

It was my first day coming back to the university after a week off. I only had spent one night in the hospital but the doctors had thought it best for me to rest instead of work.
I did resent that because I didn’t like not working but then I realized that they were only talking about not going in to teach. Nobody had said anything about research.

And I had to say that spending a week at home had been very nice. Now that I had my home back, my tiny little house, parked behind Katherine’s barn. I sat on my stoop with a cup of tea in my hands, looking at the woods.
I hadn’t dared to go in again so far but I couldn’t avoid it forever. I was a little scared of finding the clearing again where I had met that weird, magical creature. I was almost equally scared of going into the woods and finding out that there was no clearing. Or no creature.

I had had a lot of things to think about in the past week, not the least if it being my newfound ability to use magic. For thirty years I had been very sure that I was the least magically inclined person there could be and then things exploded in my face. Literally. When I started to work at the academy.

I’ll try and check in a little more often this month.

There might not be blog posts but there is writing

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Well, all of that did not go quite as expected.

I started writing a new series in November. Finished the first draft of that, and immediately started writing the first book in yet another series.

And that’s the one I’m currently working on. I am hoping to finish that one by the end of the month but then I had hoped to finish it at the end of March – shrugs shoulders.

Anyways, here’s something from that story for you to read:

The inside view and the outside view never match up.

I was scared shitless.

The people I was going to meet would probably think me cold, arrogant, and completely unconcerned.

Story of my life.

I stood in front of the huge building that was housing the Academy of Supernatural Phenomena. It looked more like a castle than like a university. I was wearing a bright and shiny new white gown that showed my status as a member of the teaching staff. I had cursed whoever thought white was a good color for that. Not only was is impractical and hard to keep clean, it only made me looked all washed out and unwell.
And it didn’t go with anything I owned so I had to invest in a second capsule wardrobe just for my new job.

I thought back to when I had gotten the letter asking me to teach and do research here. Feeling wanted was a novel experience for me, and getting the psychology of magic-department started was important enough to trump my need for privacy and quiet.

From past experience I expected a lot of misunderstandings, and a lot of people offended, and a lot of dumb questions. But there was nothing to be done about it.

I walked up the stairs under the gothic arches and entered the dark entrance hall. It looked almost like a church. Maybe whoever built this thought that connecting the university with history – even if that connection was fake – would make it more respectable, more legitimate and more structured.

Right in the middle of the big hall was the statue of a grieving angel in white marble. “To those who have fallen in the service of magic,” it read. As if there had been a war.

Unlike a lot of the students studying here, I could remember a time without magic. A time when we thought that the supernatural was just something humanity had invented for pleasure, and to make sense of the world before science existed.

And then the Y2K problem had turned out to not be a computer failure but instead the return of magic to the world.

There are quite a few things that I’ve been wanting to write about here on the blog but I’m pouring all my writing time into writing fiction at the moment. I have also almost finished the posts for the „buy fewer books challenge“ for March and April, I only need to put in links which is a little ridiculous.

So. Back to the writing I go.