Fiction and Fantasy

Origins of The Victor’s Blade – Part 4 of 4

The Victor’s Blade has undergone more birthing pains, I think, than any other book in the history of authorship. I challenge anyone to prove me wrong (en garde. I love reading stories about other writers’ misery so I can commiserate).

I was well-along in The Victor’s Blade. Jaranin had left his hometown of Sinoa. He’d brought along his friends, Elun and Isalaina. They’d even met Zaelor (formerly Arulondor, but swiftly changed as soon as my friend had laughed and said it sounded like someone asking if his name was “Londor”).

It was fifty pages of single-spaced, one-inch margin Word document—more than I’d ever written before on a single project. I was so proud. This manuscript had been months and months of writing work, hours spent staring at a white page on the computer screen.

And quite suddenly, the computer died on me.

I lost it all.

No back-ups, of course. I was too young to know the pains of losing data to a computer crash.

Devastation. This time, perhaps, for a more valid reason. All that hard work, and in the blink of an eye… it was gone.

My friend was, of course, the one to console me.

“That happened to me once, too. But you know what? It’s going to make your story better.”

“How?” I tearfully asked into the phone receiver.

“You’re gonna have to re-write it. And the new version will end up way better than your first one. Trust me. That’s just how it goes.”

I didn’t even want to think about rewriting fifty whole pages all over again, starting from scratch.

But once I gathered my courage, I did. I just couldn’t let this story go.

And you know what?

It was better.

I got smarter after that. Ohhh, did I learn quick. I soon had a stack of color-coded floppy disks on my desk, with a story on each one. And, later, I even learned how to burn The Victor’s Blade onto a CD. The wonders of new technologies to a teenaged girl!

Ah, I’d learned to back-up… but I hadn’t learned to back-up frequently.

Another computer crash. Another lost manuscript. And the last version I had saved? Chapters and chapters behind where my latest writing had landed.

Devastation was starting to feel a little too familiar by this point.

But I started again.

And you know what else?

It was better.

Fortunately, I’ve never lost a manuscript after that. But I’ve started over again (of my own volition) twice now. Writing and rewriting and re-re-writing. Going back over that beginning few chapters so many times it makes me queasy to think. Rediscovering characters, re-analyzing plot points, even calling into questions story arcs I’ve had planned since 2001 and threatening to drop them.

Because I’ve learned a lot since 2001. I’ve grown a lot since 2000. And some of the things I thought made flawless scenes I’ve now embarrassedly discarded.

But there’s some stuff there that still gleams golden.

There’s still an essence I can’t let go of. There’s still a story here (under all this planning and rewriting) that I keep coming back to… because I keep wishing there was more story to read.

I want to find out if the boy from the village loses his riddle-book to the enemy. I want to find out if he ever makes it to the sword, and if the sword’s still there or if it ever even existed.

I want to know how his story ends.

Let’s find out together.

Want more Victor’s Blade behind-the-scenes? Check out my updates on Book 2 and Book 3!

Photo by Quinten de Graaf; originally posted on Unsplash.

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  1. That was a devastating story. I've known that feeling, but not to the level of any of my books. It's amazing how you were able to persevere.

  2. I'm so sorry you've experienced that drop-dead horror of losing so much valuable work! I wouldn't wish that experience on anyone, especially not writers or other artists.

    Thanks for your kind words. I definitely don't think I could have if God hadn't given me the strength and the drive to write. It's funny… so many writers (and other artists) say they just do it because they HAVE to. It's a part of them. And as cliche as that is, I think it's true for me too. I write because it's a part of me. If I could never write again, I'd feel just as stifled as if I lost my ability to speak or hear or see.

  3. Yup. It's certainly happened before.

    You're welcome. I'm glad you've been given that strength to keep on writing. I certainly write because it feels like a part of me, too.

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