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Life has been a bit chaotic, between elder care, prepping my oldest for college, starting a new job this week, and then all the normal bedlam of housework and helping with homework, family virus-share programs, etc. Oh, and writing, which is simultaneously the easiest and hardest thing to hold onto. Hard, because it can't be rationally justified in terms of trying to live a less-hectic life with well-balanced priorities. Easy, because my passion for it pushes me toward finding or making time for it. Sleep? Who needs it. Elliah isn't going to save or destroy the world without me. Up until the start of the new job, I made good progress on Book 3, Secrets of Deara. Since then, the pace has slowed. I've still made progress. I'm in a round of editing for character arcs, essentially tweaking things, some big and some small, so that the arcs are more clear and the characters are consistent to those arcs. I also launched the cover creation effort. And I sent out an early draft to my mother--cheers for my earliest and most supportive reader. :) All books by Steven J. Morris Indie Author ShowcasePrevious Newsletters
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Ten days until the end of Thaumatropic Roots. Ten days until the threads you’ve been following since Mother of Trees pull tight. Since “peace broke out like a plague.” Ten days. That’s all that stands between you and the end. I won’t overtalk this. If you’ve been waiting to see what becomes of Elliah, Hughelas, the dragons, and the fragile cage holding back the Father of Stones… It’s here. Every book has been tightening toward this. Mother of Trees. Bones of Cenaedth. Secrets of Deara. Every...
Elliah was never meant to carry this. She was born without magic in a world built on it.She was told what she could not be. Very few asked what she would become. And yet here we are. If you came to my work through The Guardian League, this is where the deeper current begins—the prison that holds the Father of Stones, the fracture in magic that echoes forward into Red’s world. The modern story stands on what happens here—even if it doesn’t know it yet. And Elliah’s world was not built for...