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Excavation

I spent the bulk of my weekend and many evenings last week cleaning. By cleaning, I mostly mean getting rid of things.

I continue to be amazed at how things can collect in corners and unused spaces. I started joking that things kept respawning. I’d clean out a space, only to find more stuff had materialized in the time it took to carry a load to the car. A life lived as fully as possible can lead to this sort of overflowing, I think. That’s what I tell myself when I’m being patient and loving, anyway, lol.

I wonder if ideas work the same way, at least for me. I’ve got a full mind, always have. I don’t do quiet well. I have speakers set up in my bathroom for podcasts while I shower. I listen to Pandora* while I exercise and am apt to knit in front of a great television show.**

I started practicing mindfulness and meditation many years ago and I’m always laughing at myself because there is so much going on in my head. Meditation is more like the me show. Now with less rumination and more random thought bubbles!

Ideas come slow for me, I’ve talked about that before. I wonder if it is a matter of unloading all the busy loud that usually goes on in my mind. I have to clear out the unused “oh don’t forget to”s and “oh hell why did I”s. I have to dig past the same old boring stories I tell myself and look for the stuff I’ve forgotten underneath. My creative mind works, it just lives in the bottom of a cave under a very tall mountain of stuff. My creative mind is apparently a dragon, hoarding its treasure and being very stingy about who’s allowed inside.

Well you know what? It’s the year of the dragon, motherfucker. I’m coming for you.

 

*http://www.pandora.com/#!/stations/edit/6509559808670288 (if you like folk music)

**I used to be one of those snooty anti-tv types. Then I discovered a show called Firefly. From there, I discovered that television has gotten significantly better than the last time I watched it. Now, I don’t feel at all wasteful watching shows like American Horror Story, Dexter, Doctor Who, and Psych. These are brilliant, witty stories written with amazing skill. I see it as research and actively study the story elements I admire in each. I guess I’m a born-again tv enjoyer!

Reviews

I spent some time *cough procrastinating on an outline cough* collecting reviews of past works to put on the sidebar. Since my site disappeared and had to be redone, I lost all that information and had to re-google everything.

I feel very blessed to have people read and enjoy my writing. They definitely motivate me to keep on working!

Also, I totally queried Waking Kiara last night! Just one query, I plan more but for now, this was a big step. Everything was polished and ready to go. I’d spell checked 100 times and re-read new passages until I can recite them from memory. Phew. I’m looking forward to the feedback, be it a rejection or whatnot. No really, I am. The direction will be good.

Now back to work! Gotta get some treasure hunting done.

Patience, Iago. Patience.

Kiara’s so almost ready to submit.

However. I’ve made the mistake in the past of rushing. I got a very generous R and R once. I rushed the manuscript edits. I was excited and nervous and really, really new to writing. I screwed up. She rejected again, and with good reason. I could have improved the novel, but I didn’t. I rushed through it.

Now whenever I get the urge to just get it in, I backtrack. Usually, I do it by finding a sentence I can rewrite. That will cue a paragraph that needs clarification or get me into the rhythm of working on the piece. Sometimes I struggle with knowing what I want to fix but not how to fix it. Getting into the work can help me find the soft places.

There’s also the question of overworking. Overworking can lead to overwriting and that’s the last thing I want. I shoot for fast-paced, tight work and I don’t want to get too wordy.

In any case, I think it’s good to know one’s weaknesses. This is one of mine. So I’m practicing patience, patience, patience.

I’ve decided to draft a story after I submit to keep my mind off of waiting for emails. The husband and I brainstormed, and I’m hoping I’ve got a great idea for an erotic m/m with some silliness and sexiness. If nothing else, I can focus on that and not on the time ticking away while I wait for GLOWING ACCEPTANCE LETTERS. (originally, I wrote rejections because I’m a realist. But look, why not shoot for the top, huh?) Who needs patience when they can generate more work, instead?

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Skyward

I hope you all had a happy holiday season! I know I did. In some ways I’m just a big kid, because I’m super excited about my presents! I got a variable temperature kettle so I can make green and white teas without bitterness. Squee! I also got a skein of the most expensive yarn I’ve ever touched. I’m terrified to knit with it, to be totally honest. What I love most though is scouring the neighborhood for cool light displays and drinking tea (squee) to warm up. It is always so hot here, I absolutely love the cold.

Otherwise, I spent a lot of time hanging out with the kids and the husband and playing Zelda Skyward Sword. We had a marvelous, lazy week last week (not counting the day we had a ton of people over for solstice. That was not lazy, but it was full of really good food and neat people).

The best part was that I could afford the time off because Waking Kiara is in the hands of several awesome beta readers. I have gotten feedback from two and I’m scared/excited/flattered because both of them liked the story. I plan to start queries at the end of January at the very latest. Maybe this time next year I’ll be squeeing about a book deal? Or, you know, writing about the power of rejections. Or maybe both. *bites nails*

Onward and upward!

 

Synopsizing

I make up all kinds of words. I’m a real writer ™.

I have reached the end of another round of edits on Waking Kiara*. It still needs a pass through for grammar, and I’m hoping to get some feedback from a couple awesome beta readers. Once those fixes are in place, the novel is ready for submission.

Thank goodness for the find/replace function. I’ve edited out so many useless words, I can’t even BEGIN TO count them. Ugh. (Began has been almost entirely banninated. As has seemed.)

I’ve moved on to the synopsis, for now, letting the words themselves sit for a while. A synopsis doesn’t seem like a difficult task, but it is kind of a big deal. You’re selling the project in three pages or less (preferably two, but right now it is looking like three.) So I can’t just hit the important points, but I also have to show character growth, relationship struggles and resolutions, and exciting bits that make the story fun to read.

Also how do you write down that the characters had the lovins? I mean, I can’t exactly say “they had the lovins here.” Or as my oldest kid would put it, “they did IT.”

A synopsis is more than a summary, but less than a story. It’s an extended movie trailer with the ending included.

I’m motivated, though. I think this is a decent, fun story. The potential for a series is there. Shoot half a draft of the second novel is written already. I’m gonna synopsize until I can synopsize no more. Wish me luck.

*HOORAYYYY! Two huge projects completed in the last six months. Feels good.

!!!!!!!!!!!

Worse Things is officially DONE.

Wait, that’s not even a little bit true.

The FIRST DRAFT of Worse Things is officially done! Woohoo! *throws confetti* (is it weird to throw myself confetti? I don’t care.)

I sincerely hope I like this novel when I pull it out of storage in a month or so to start edits. I like it now, so I’m hoping that will carry through.

As it is, Caroline and company have a beginning, middle and end, which is more than I can say for a lot of stories I’ve written over the years. I’m pleased to put it on the windowsill to cool, as it were. I confess I’m already seeing problems, issues with the continuity, perhaps a character I’ve neglected to flesh out well enough. For now though? I’m celebrating the success!

Oh  yeah, and back to editing Waking Kiara. Next goal? Get that baby queried. I want it done, and out of my hands to see what it can do in the wide world. So much for time off, right?

Win! A success story, less 10K

Woohoo! I’ve hit the 50K mark (and change) for November writing, thus winning my sixth NaNoWriMo challenge. I actually won the thing while watching the Thanksgiving parade on mute. That was surreal, as it turns out. Huge balloons and dance routines with no sound? Just a bit Ood.

The book is not quite finished. I’m about halfway through the pivotal end scene. Horror and death will soon ensue. I’m looking forward to diving into it today, actually. Horror and death are fun to write. I often wonder what is wrong with me, then I shrug and get back to the killin’ (but only on paper. Yeah. Only paper.)

This was the fastest I’ve ever crossed the NaNo finish line. Looking back, I can think of a few reasons I flew through this novel with six days to spare. (Six days! Luxury.)

1. A writing habit. I had been writing daily, as you, invisible imaginary reader, know. I had been writing/editing nearly every day, possibly with weekends off, for at least a month or two before NaNo began. NaNo doesn’t really allow for days off, but all I had to do was add a couple days a week rather than shift from zero to seven.

2. The story. I had a story well underway by November. I’d written 15K, but more importantly, I’d done nearly all the world building and character research I needed to do already. I had an outline. The outline still had the “and them some stuff happens” 25-35K section, but I had a far better idea where I was going than I have in previous years. I even had something of an endgame in mind, though the endgame got pushed up to the end of the middle game and a different endgame was born. Kinda. This is how it goes, though, as you draft. Middle game. It’s a thing. I also had a real vision for the pacing and theme of the story, so I could always return to those things when stuck.

3. The midnight dash bump. No really. Two sets of word count in one day really do set me off right. I was double where I was supposed to be by the end of day one. It helps.

4. 2K per day. I aimed for that instead of the usual 1667. I read on Twitter that someone was aiming for that, in 500 word chunks. 4 500 word sessions is way less daunting than one 2K session. There were many days I hit 1500, then thought that 500 was so easy, might as well do that also. Worked really, really well.

5. Write ins. I didn’t make very many, due to certain spouses having the nerve to need to work late or something. Gah, don’t spouses know that writing maniacally with a bunch of other writers is more important than income?! Sheesh. However the ones I did get to helped me double my word count for the day.

6. I’ll confess to a small amount of racing with one of my NaNo buddies. I won, too, by about 12 hours. MWAHAHA.

7. Tea. Lots of tea. I can’t really eat as much pie as I would like these days, so went to the mall and treated myself to some tasty fancy teas. Then consumed them in mass quantities (quantiTEAS. See what I did thar?). Treating yourself is always a good thing, no matter how you do it.

8. Constant creative mindset. Even when I wasn’t writing, I kept the RadioMuse channel tuned. I heard a lot of static, but I kept listening. Occasionally something came through, and was beautiful. I was angsting about a certain plot point on Twitter, and the second I posted about it, the idea came to me. Keeping the creative juices flowing throughout the day really helped the story gain traction.

Don’t get me wrong, there were difficult sections. I’m convinced that 20-35K is the swamp of sorrows for first drafts. It’s like, the more you struggle, the faster you sink to your death. I don’t know why, but I’ve encountered the phenomenon enough times to know it isn’t unusual, at least for me. I’ve learned to take that section one word at a time, just keep slogging through, and eventually the magic will occur and there will be a path out.

I hope everyone is having a great end run toward 50K about now, or already validated and coasting on the high. Either way, see you on the flip side, NaNoEdMo. *shudder*

Guest Post

In between manic writing sessions, I did a guest spot on WrimosFTW. The blog is great, full of support and pep from newbie NaNo authors and practiced veterans. They have contests and other goodies, too.

Check it out! But if all your writing time is sucked up reading the great articles, don’t blame me :)

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What makes a novel?

What I feel like I struggle with is… the magic spark. The way to take an account, a listing of events, and morph them into a novel.

When I settle in and read a really *good* novel, it takes me somewhere else. I disappear into the vast desert beyond Tull with Roland, I memorize the name of God with Phedre. I’m right with Pendergast and his bottomless jacket pockets as he tracks a creature in a museum. I don’t feel like I’m an observer in these tales, but that I’m right inside them. That’s the difference between an account and a novel.

The magic spark, the sprinkle of glitter (or grave dirt), is the thing I always seem to be seeking now. I want to evoke. I want to pull a sense of fear or excitement or just plain curiosity from a reader. But how?

I don’t want to be a copy artist, stealing from better authors to inform my own work. I want to find my own way to it. It is still pretty foggy out here in storyland.

I’m here though. Caroline’s world keeps getting worse, as intended. Word by word, we’ll get there.

Pain

I had dental surgery last week. I am not a happy camper, nor is my face. Throbbing is a sign of affection, right? Or was that infection…

I count myself lucky though, because experiencing pain gives me a chance to sympathize with my characters as I prepare for NaNoWriMo.

See, I want them to suffer. Their lives should hurt, they will bleed. Caroline (remember her?) is going to lose everything she holds dear and her entire life will turn sideways before she regains her sense of self. If she regains it at all. This novel is a lot about hurt, a lot about pain and fear and anguish and suffering.

Yes, my mouth hurts that much. Shut up.

In unrelated news, I’m trying to sit on a large exercise ball instead of a chair to help my back.* So far, I’ve found that I bounce around a lot but it I can’t get close enough to the table to make it work. Plus I think it is losing air and I’m getting lower and lower every day. I’m not impressed, but I do look ridiculous. That’s something, right?

*Kids, when you turn 30, your body begins to die in pieces. Teeth, back, knees. Might as well just accept your inevitable mortality, because there’s no avoiding it. Sigh.