I DID IT!
It took two months.
It has 23 Chapters and an epilogue.
It’s 94,000 words long.
I think it’s pretty good, but everyone tells me title has got to go. Chenda and the Airship Brofman.
At least no other book has that name, so that’s a plus. The entire novel has been read by three of my friends, and will post their reactions.
What is it about? Um, Chenda and the airship, duh? Just kidding.
Chenda is a sheltered young widow whose husband Edison was a recluse war hero. When he ends up murdered, Chedna learns he’s been keeping some dangerous secrets, and discovers a set of instructions for her. He wants her to travel across the sea to a hostile land so she can meet a mysterious figure who can reveal her birthright. Along the way she loses almost evertying she’s ever had or known, but gains friends and a valuable gift from the gods. Most importantly, she discovers who she is.
Basically, a steampunk adventure romance featuring gods with a sense of humor.
But it hardly matters. I did it. And I feel really good about it.
NOW, what I need more than anything, is a bath. Writing is hard, stinky work.