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Success! Progress bars, a new blog design, and an excerpt

I decided I was not going to post today until I got the blog design and progress bars figured out, and I did! There’s obviously still some tweaking to do. I don’t understand what the thing is with the big white patch in the upper right hand corner, frex, since the header tool cut my image to the size it is now. I may just need a much larger image, something I will have to mess with. (*Figured it out, I think — looks good on my browser now. Please let me know in the comments if you still have any issues!) But not today. That’s enough formatting for one day. After this, I want to get some writing done.

Speaking of writing, my word count last week was down a bit from the week before, but with a total of 4300 words for the week, I’m still happy with it. I also got the first draft of the new Mars cover made with my daughter, and got good feedback on that — which means I’m closer to uploading to Amazon and making it free.

I did skip posting anything for “Starting Out as an Indie Author” this week. I really needed that time to get a few other things off my to-do list. Besides, while the series is getting me a lot of traffic to my blog, it isn’t doing anything for my sales. As a result, I think I will switch to a bi-weekly schedule with the series, so that I will have more time for actually working on marketing my books.

As to the progress bars, I got the link from Critique Circle, as someone suggested in the comments of one of my previous posts. Thanks! For those who are interested, here’s what the code maker looks like:

Progress bar code maker

Once I had my base code, I made a Text widget in WordPress, replaced my word count with the code, and copied the list into the text box. And now I have my progress bars! 🙂

With progress and progress bars out of the way, I can move on to WIPpet Wednesday. The excerpt I’m offering today comes again from A Wasted Land, a little after the one I gave you last week. After a confrontation with Celemon, Kustennin has headed to the town at the foot of the hill-fort of Sarum in search of Bedwyr. My math for 9/3 is to take the 3 from the 9, leaving me with 6 paragraphs:

The town at the foot of the hill-fort was not laid out in a grid of straight lines like the cities planned by the Romans. Instead, it hugged the base of the hill, the roads curving with the landscape — aside from the Roman cross roads, that is, around which the town had sprung up. There was no forum or principia or amphitheater, although there was a private bath house, catering to travelers, more modest than the Roman baths of Caer Leon or Isca, but more than one might find elsewhere on the road in Britain. Despite the organic layout of the town, the houses were built in the Roman style, although many of them were of wood rather than stone and stucco.
The house of the magistrate, which held both living quarters and administrative center, stood near the junction, and Kustennin followed the curving road away from the river toward the center of town. Here, on the outskirts just below the hill-fort, a number of tents had sprung up — the inevitable camp followers that seemed to know where troops would be before the leaders knew themselves. Kustennin had only brought a force of twenty warriors with him to inspect the sites on the borders to Cerdic’s lands, doubling the number of soldiers in residence at Sarum, and yet there were over a dozen tents here.
He was reminded of Celemon’s words, of how many men had been lost in the recent wars — and how many women would never be able to found a family as a result.
A woman with long, wheat-blond hair, sitting in front of one of the tents and darning a woven blanket spread out across her lap, looked up at his approach. As his eyes met hers, she rose, laying blanket, needle and yarn aside. He saw that she was tall, like Celemon, probably almost of a height with Kustennin.
Slowly, she walked towards the road in the same direction as Kustennin, at an angle and pace calculated for them to meet. He found himself anticipating the moment their paths would cross, knowing what would come of it. Briefly, he thought of what his foster father Cador said about casual sexual encounters, that they were not worth the complications involved if the woman got with child — and there were many women who would be happy to bear the bastard of a king. But even as he recalled Cador’s words, he turned and began walking to meet the camp follower.
This woman promised much better distraction than discussing travel plans with Bedwyr.

WIPpet Wednesday is the brain child of K. L. Schwengel. If you’d like to participate, post an excerpt from your WIP on your blog, something that relates to the date in some way. Then add your link here — where you can also read the other excerpts.

Progress but no progress bars, and #WIPpet Wednesday

My writing goals got a little waylaid again last week, but I’ve mostly managed to catch up with myself again. My total word count for the week was 3100 words. I posted the latest installment of “Starting out as an indie author” a day late, but at least I didn’t give in to temptation and put it off even longer. (*patting myself on the back*)

In my continued battle to keep myself honest, I also looked into adding progress bars to my blog, but I couldn’t figure it out without spending sh*tloads of time on it. If anyone has done it before and has tips for me, do leave me a note in the comments!

In lieu of progress bars, I have put together a list of my works in progress, word counts, and estimates (I *hate* estimates! *g*):

A Wasted Land
43,700 of 70,000 estimated

Sooper sekrit project
10,600 of 60,000 estimated

Life in the Fjord Lane (travel, mostly pictures with little text; work largely formatting)
1100 of 3000 estimated

Facets of Glass (YA novella)
1200 of 25,000 estimated

Starting out as an Indie Author
6500 (no estimate)

I will keep posting the list until the day, when and if, I learn how to add progress bars to my blog. 🙂

On to Wippet Wednesday. The day’s math: 8 + 13 = 22 — 22 short sentences from A Wasted Land. In this snippet, I am returning to where I was two weeks ago, before I wrote last week’s scene of loss to deal with loss of my own. Kustennin and Celemon are inspecting disused military sites on the border to Cerdic’s lands with an eye to setting up a new base of operations:

A gust of wind tugged strands of hair out of her thick braid, and she pulled them back with one hand as she turned to her childhood friend. “Have I told you yet how grateful I am that you appointed me Master of Horse?”
“There is no need to be grateful –“
She held up her free hand, stopping him with a gesture. “Yes, there is. You redefined the role in such a way that I, a woman with little knowledge of warfare other than what I hear and experience from a distance, could take the position.”
“I have many men who can lead a cavalry unit,” Kustennin said. “But no one who can see to the purchase and the breeding of the horses needed besides you — at least no one with your knowledge of horseflesh.”
Celemon did her best to tuck the loose strands of hair behind her ears. “Except your step-father.”
“Who begged me to find someone else as Master of Horse,” he reminded her.
“Nonetheless, please be graceful enough to accept my thanks, Kustennin.”
He smiled at that and inclined his head in acknowledgment. “A hit. You are welcome.”
She smiled back. “I feel I’ve done little so far, but I love the work.” She laid a hand on his forearm on the balustrade near her. “Besides, I do not know what I would have done with myself after Aurelius married Bethan — I no longer have a father whose household I could run, and my brother will surely soon marry and start a family of his own.”
Kustennin shook his head, the smile slowly vanishing from his face. “What are you talking about?”


Cover art for A Wasted Land

WIPpet Wednesday is the brain child of K. L. Schwengel. If you’d like to participate, post an excerpt from your WIP on your blog, something that relates to the date in some way. Then add your link here — where you can also read the other excerpts.

* Note: I’m exceedingly p*ssed off at WordPress right now, because it seems to have decided it’s smarter than me and won’t do blockquotes where I want them — it kept adding all the info from the list above my snippet, and I’ve had to redo this post four times. Even when I switched from visual to text and redid the code, WordPress still moved the beginning of the blockquote up! So I ended up italicizing my excerpt rather than using blockquotes.

One thing I hate more than anything is software that thinks it knows what I want better than I do … grumble, grumble …