Three Roses Redux Redux Redux
by reichorn
Roger Eichorn here. My resolve is a pathetic thing. I just couldn’t stay away!
Click here for the opening chapter of the refurbished Three Roses. I even have a map, though it leaves much to be desired. (I have only the most rudimentary understanding of how Campaign Cartographer works.)
As always, any and all comments are most welcome. I’m especially interested in general impressions: Do you like it? Would you keep reading? Did you keep reading? If not, where did you stop, and why? That sort of thing. In the wise words of the Princess Irulan, “A beginning is the time for taking the most delicate care that the balances are correct.” So how are my balances?
Three Pound Brain 
Looking forward to reading it–a Thanksgiving treat!
Excellent! Have to say I was saddened when I saw this had been taken down. Would you mind it I posted it at Second Apocalypse and/or Westeros?
By all means, spread the word as far and wide as you like!
I was avoiding looking because I’d read the other starts and it kind of lacks progress for me to start reading again – but I had a look and I really like the starting lines – the ‘too many sons’ is quite a starting line! Then I liked the pace of events (to start things off with) as things were happening already! I paused only to read it latter to savour it more rather than a quick read. If I’d seen the first lines in a bookstore, it’d go onto my list of ‘hmm, interesting!’ – ie, headed towards buying it (I like to wait a little while after first contact before buying, to think about it and build up anticipation before I have the book).
I hope you just write the rest, because you’ve got a good hook there and I hope you don’t aim to be some sort of jesus of writing and keep rewriting into ad infinitum towards that end.
Thanks for reading and for taking the time to comment, Callan! Your reaction to the new draft is pretty much the best I can hope for. As for finishing the book: I’m as committed to this draft as I’ve ever been to any. I have to be. For the first time in years, I can feel the proverbial clock ticking. I feel as if I’m approaching now-or-never territory, and I’m sure as shit not going to accept never!