The other week when I ask twitter what I should blog about, a number of people rather sensibly requested an update on The Copper Promise. I cheated slightly and wrote a short story set within the Copper Promise universe; a bit naughty, I know, but who can resist a tavern by the name of the Scurvy Lemon?
So this week, given the lack of curiously named alehouses around, I’ll do a quick rundown of where everything is.
Part 2, currently titled Masks of Ruin, is in its third draft at this point, with everything almost where it’s supposed to be; I’m affectionately thinking of Masks of Ruin as the “difficult child”, but it’s nothing years of therapy won’t sort out. Part 3, nominally titled Prince of Wounds, is in its first draft, and given that this was the child who excelled at school, went on to be a handsome and sexy astronaut and eventually manned the first mission to Mars, I don’t think it will need the severe editing-kick that Masks of Ruin needed. In short, Part 3 was a lot of fun to write.
So I’m currently on Chapter 3 of Part 4: titles being kicked around at the moment include God of Tides and Upon the Ashen Blade, but these are subject to sudden bouts of indecision. It’s too early to tell yet whether Part 4 is going to be a dream to write, or a nightmare – I know it’s going to be fairly complicated, as The Copper Promise has grown hugely from a quick little novella about dungeon crawling – but I will say this: normally at around the 60-70,000 word mark I start to get restless, a little twitchy, and I start to wonder about the next project. I want to be writing something fresh. Well, I’m over 100,000 words (argh!) on The Copper Promise, and it’s still a world I never want to leave. I spy sequels on the horizon…