Today is 4 July in the US, or as I like to call it, “Americans Drinking and Blowing Shit Up Day,” because that’s something we do well. And I’m certain before the day is over there will be plenty of “fireworks accidents” to report, because there always are. But I’m not here for that, not today.
I’ve finished editing Chapter Four, finally getting the kids into their coven for the first time.
It’s interesting to note that up to this point I’ve edited 71,580 words, and there remains 93,840 words. Once I’m through Chapter Five I’ll be more than half way finished, so I’ll actually take about a month to revise and edit half of Act One, leaving me to believe I’ll finish the revision by the middle of August. Given that I’ll start C For Continuing in a week and half, I figure to finish the edit on Act One by 1 September. And should I have my covers finished and in hand by then, I don’t see a reason why I can publish Act One by the middle of October–just in time for Halloween! If I’m lucky I’ll also be about half-way through editing Act Two by then, and maybe press for publication by January, 2017.
Plans are coming together her, folks.
I did change around a lot of things with this scene, and there were one hundred and thirty-six words added, which is a lot. This was due in part as a need to clarify things better, because I found some stuff a little on the iffy side when it came to giving a good description of what was happening. But I also made a bigger change, one that you may say is me nitpicking only because I can.
Now, we all know Annie comes from a country where English is her second language, and when she’s home she always speaks Bulgarian. If these novels were ever turned into movies I would insist that Annie and her parents be played by native Bulgarian speakers, and that all the parts back in Pamporovo be spoken in Bulgarian with subtitles shown. Why? Because why not?
We’ve seen her speak Bulgarian, too: she does it a few times throughout the novel, and even does so in the scene newly edited today:
(The following excerpts from The Foundation Chronicles, Book One: A For Advanced, copyright 2016 by Cassidy Frazee)
As they climbed the stone stairs—which had only a low railing to keep one from pitching off towards the floor below—Annie stepped alongside her new coven leader. “Excuse me, Professor?”
“If I may ask, where are you from?” She offered a polished smile. “Your accent sounds Eastern European.”
“Oh, it is. I’m from the Czech Republic.”
“Ah.” They reached a small landing where the overhang met the staircase. “Do you speak Bulgarian?”
His eyes twinkled as he nodded. “Malko. Govorite li Chekhiya?”
She shook her head. “Ne, az se strakhuvam che ne.”
“That’s quite all right.” He patted Annie on the shoulder. “It’s always nice to have an even somewhat native speaker around.”
“Your Bulgarian is very good.”
“Maybe now I can get in some practice.”
“Ah, hem.” Alica stood with her arms crossed. “The tour?”
When they’re speaking I always try write out the words in English-style letters for better understanding. But there’s something Annie does in this scene, as well as doing it in an earlier scene. And that’s write. And how would she write? Well . . . like a Bulgarian.
She returned to the bed and picked up the white-covered album she’d brought from home, the same one she’d looked through last night. She opened it to the same page she’d viewed yesterday, then flipped to the very next page. Annie pulled out a pen and scribbled today’s date at the stop of the page. Below that she wrote a short, simple sentence in Bulgarian: Пристигнах в Салем тази вечер. The pen hovered over the page before she followed that with another sentence: И най-накрая целунат от джинджифил коса момче.
The Bulgarian alphabet is actually the oldest Slavic script in Europe, and the Glagolitic alphabet, devised by Saints Cyril and Methodius in the 850s, was slowly replaced by the Cyrillic script near the beginning of the 10th Century. So when Annie writes, she’s gonna write in Cyrillic, which is why everything looks a little strange above.
And what is she saying?
Fortunately she doesn’t write a lot, but I think it behooves me to keep her alphabet correct. It’s really a little thing, but if there’s something it’ll do, it’s keep a certain husband to be from figuring out when she’s writing down something like, “Kerry keeps leaving his dirty underwear laying around! What a butthead!” Though we’ve seen him working on speaking Bulgarian, so how much longer before he starts trying to read and write?
Now on to Orientation Day, where we learn for the Fishbowl for the first time, and while there’s not writing, there is a bit of seeing . . .