Completed the first rough edit of Book 4. Then made the mistake of leaving the paperback copy with all my notes within reach of the dog. Got there just in time – seems everyone’s a critic…
Chance for an early start this morning. Family are all asleep and the laptop is calling to me. Unfortunately all it’s saying at the moment is, ‘You need coffee… lots of coffee.”
But I’m hoping that it will lead to something more creative over time. Either that, or by the time everyone else is up I’ll be bouncing around the house, wild-eyed and working my way through my fifth cup of the morning, mumbling something incoherent about character arcs (which is probably not good…).
Not Daydreamer Chronicles related, just a short story that I had a go at recently. So if you are desperate for a very quick tale of a butterfly secret agent and his adventures, this is (most unexpectedly) exactly the story for you.
THE BUTTERFLY EFFECT
The butterfly flapped its wings. Small, blue, and almost completely unnoticed amongst the gathering crowds. It flitted between the banners and placards, stopping only to rest for a moment on the bobble hat of an excitable child, before flying off again.
Even though it was late November, Bertram had a bit of a sweat on. It had taken a lot out of him to fly so far, but he had an important job to do, so pushing on through his tiredness he managed another few flaps before coming to a rest on a handily placed traffic cone.
It was a big responsibility, but he had worked his abdomen off to get here, to be in this moment, assigned as Chief Agent.
He puffed up his tiny butterfly chest and took a moment to enjoy the sensation. It was already past midday and he still had a few things left to do, but he felt he deserved a couple of seconds to bask in quiet pride.
For centuries butterflies had been flapping their wings in just the right place at just the right time, keeping the world on course. It was a huge responsibility and only the very best graduated from CBS (Chaos Butterfly School). Bertram had been top of his class in every subject.
- Chaos theory
- Efficient nectar extraction
- World history
- Close combat – a specially adapted version of kung-fu which involved flapping about the place like an idiot and being careful not to hit your wings against anything sharp, wet, solid or rough
He had aced them all, scoring close to full marks in every single test. True he had made some enemies along the way. Some of the other graduates from the academy hadn’t taken kindly to his competitive nature, but now was his chance to show them what ‘goody six shoes’ had made of himself.
He’d started off with simple assignments, obviously beneath his skills, but even Heads of Department had to start somewhere, so Bertram had carried out every task he had been assigned with admirable diligence and professionalism, never missing the chance to do that little bit extra, to get himself noticed.
It was the basic application of nudge theory. Landing on Mr. X’s shoulder and creating just enough of a gust with his wings to make him turn his head and spot Mrs. Y across a crowded room. Do it a few times over the course of the night and the humans add their own narrative. Deciding when their eyes meet for the third or fourth time that it must be fate or destiny, not just the subtle influence of the small blue butterfly that nobody paid any attention to.
Those early missions had been far more suited to one of his less able classmates, but he had kept his eyes on the big prize at the end of it all, and at each and every step he had proved his commitment. Now he had landed the big one, he was Chief Agent on a Level One mission. All he had to do was make sure that today went off without a hitch.
It was a tumultuous time in world history and the butterfly governing council had been working overtime to keep things on track. More wings had been flapped in the last twelve months than the previous five years, but even so tensions had been growing, resulting in something the humans referred to as the ‘Cold War’. Bertram shook his antenna in despair, how did they even come up with these names. He had been assigned to several wars as his career had progressed, and none of them had been even slightly chilly. The ‘Loud War’, or the ‘Scary War’, certainly, but never ‘cold’.
Still, enough reminiscing he thought to himself, it was time to get on with the job at hand. He had to make sure that things went smoothly today, and if it did… one big step closer to Head of Department. His heart jumped at the prospect.
The first stage had gone incredibly well, the humans had made their way from the quaintly named Dallas Love Field without incident. As far as Bertram was concerned that was the hard bit of the mission dealt with. It always made him nervous when the humans tried flying. It’s not like they were designed to do it, and the strange metal devices they used to cut through the air always looked far too solid and weighty to skirt the clouds. Compared, the rest of the day should be pretty straightforward. A quick drive, lunch with local dignitaries, and then the return journey. When that was complete, he would be able to rest, his job done.
Just to make extra sure that things went smoothly, Bertram had flapped his wings vigorously enough to flip over the page of one of the human’s small notebooks, drawing his attention to a slightly faster route for the VIP’s car to follow. He didn’t want to leave anything to chance, so even shaving a few minutes off the day’s itinerary was worthwhile. The less time things took, the closer he would be to a safe return home and a successful, trauma free mission.
Deciding to find a spot where he could oversee the rest of the day from a reasonable vantage point, Bertram spiralled off away from the road and the crowds. He was briefly tempted by the pleasant, soft looking grass of nearby hillock, but it didn’t give him quite the view he wanted. Plus, it was already occupied by a small group of men in dark suits who had swatted at him as he had fluttered overhead.
Off in the distance Bertram spotted a tall building that seemed perfect, the top floor just the right height to oversee the streets below perfectly.
As Bertram reached the stark façade, he realised with frustration that the nearest window was closed. He gave a small sigh of exasperation. He was starting to get pretty chilly, butterflies being very much a summer creature at heart. Then he spotted a small vent just below the nearest windowsill, just the right size for a butterfly who was a two-time amateur limbo champion to wriggle his way through.
As he emerged into the room beyond the vent Bertram realised the room wasn’t empty, as he had first hoped it would be. There was a lone man in the room with him, although he paid Bertram no attention.
The man was of medium height, slim, and sweating. Bertram watched as he tried several times to open the window, but it was firmly locked and was resisting his strenuous efforts. It wasn’t a surprise that the man was getting so hot, stripping down to a plain white t-shirt. Someone had turned the heating in the repository all the way up and closed the windows against the chill of the November air outside.
Bertram tutted to himself. Humans paid so little attention to their surroundings, it was one of the reasons that the subtle little prods that Butterflies sent their way worked so well and so often.
There was a small key just to one side that the man hadn’t spotted, which must have fallen from the windowsill and was now nestled in the crevice between the wall and the floor. It wasn’t part of his mission, but Bertram’s mantra had always been to go above and beyond. Promotions didn’t come knocking for those who just did the minimum, and Bertram was a butterfly going places.
Shaking his wings loose, Bertram calculated the ideal spot to draw the man’s attention to the keys hiding place. With a quick burst of energy, he fluttered off to perch on a long case that the man had left on the floor, being careful not to scuff the small brass nameplate, engraved with the name ‘Carcano’.
Bracing himself, Bertram gave one quick flap, just enough for the resulting gust to tickle the man’s cheek. Scratching his chin, the man turned and looked down, his eyes lighting up when he spotted the key, just as Bertram had planned.
“Must be my lucky day,” the man drawled to himself, quickly unlocking the window and popping it wide open, lifting the case to rest it on the windowsill. Spotting the butterfly perched on top he flapped at it absentmindedly, before resting his hand back on top of the case and staring intently down onto the crowded scene below.
“Bloody typical,” Bertram muttered to himself, gliding his way back down to street level. You go out of your way to help someone and that’s all the thanks you get. Still, he had helped someone iron out a little wrinkle in their life, which could only result in some bonus points when his mission was reviewed.
In the distance the parade of cars had started to snake its way towards him, weaving through the crowds. Bertram looked across at the nearby clock tower. It was nearly 12.30, and everything was going smoothly, just a couple more hours and the VIP would be on his way back, another mission complete. He smiled to himself, convinced that he had covered every possible eventuality, a job well done.
The time ticked on to 12.29.
Have a rare few hours to myself, so with incredible self discipline I have torn myself away from Netflix and will be spending that time carrying on with the first rough edit of book 4. A particularly rock n’ roll way to spend a Saturday Night.
Fortunately I have a editing support package of snacks, coffee, and wine ready to help me through.
I just have to remember that the wine is ONLY for when I have finished, otherwise I’ll end up with the same mysterious continuity issues that initially delayed book 3 (with its magical eight day week…).
Hope you are having a great weekend.
First draft of Book 4 done! It has suffered more than a few delays due to the oddness of the current world, being slightly distracted by some work on another (and very different) novel, and having whatever the equivalent of a holiday is at the moment.
Sadly that means that the hard work is just about to begin, including my absolute least favourite part of the process, doing the first rough edit.
Then it will be time for a second edit, the always amazing beta readers, and a final full edit.
Then back on to the fun stuff, like choosing cover art, which I am sure will pop up in a post on here sooner or later.
Finally reached the happy milestone of 50 Goodreads reviews (actually reaching 51, with two in quick succession). Fortunately both were very kind and positive, so I was able to cross that line in style. As always I am extremely grateful when someone takes the time to leave a review, each one providing another little handhold that keeps me climbing ever upwards with my writing.
Next on the wishlist is 50 Amazon reviews, then 100, then total world domination…. 🙂
Its now been nearly two years (somehow!) since the first book in the Daydreamer Chronicles series was published, so I decided it was about time to give it a fresh coat of paint.
The old cover is on the left and the new one on the right. It’s not a major overhaul, just what I hope is a slightly more dynamic image, with a bit more focus on the Stairway of Dreams off in the distance.
Now back to work on Book 4, or Part II, Book 1, or whatever it ends up being called. Currently just over 50,000 words down, with perhaps another 10,000 to go – so pretty soon I will start having to think about a cover for that too…
My lovely shiny award arrived yesterday and will be taking pride of place in my writing corner – and now I promise I will stop banging on about it… honestly… any… time… now…
In current circumstances it’s obviously not that important, but you have to find rays of positivity and make the most of these little moments of good news wherever you can.
Following on from the happy news that ‘The Boy Who Dreamt the World’ had been shortlisted as a finalist for the 2019 Wishing Shelf awards, I found out today that it had landed a valiant second place, securing a Silver Medal – which is apparently now winging its way to me. I am now going to start referring to myself as ‘Award Winning Author’ in every conceivable circumstance, which is going to get wearing for anyone that knows me really, really quickly 🙂
Delighted to have reached the Finals of the 2019 intake for the Wishing Shelf Awards. Particularly pleased as the books are shortlisted for the finals based on reviews and ratings from pupils at eight selected primary and secondary schools.