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        Doorway to Dementia                                                            The Dreamweaver

                   In Final Edits                                                                                    In Rewrites


October 25, 2010

Okay, I said I was gonna do this and I mean to hold myself to it.  Granted, I want to do it every day but that’s going to take some discipline on my part.  I’m not good at discipline.  No matter what my oldest boy may think sometimes.


With NaNo coming up (a week from today — EEEEK!) I’ve been going through my yearly literary existential crisis where I’ve decided — months ago — what novel I would halfway do during November and then my brain decides to start throwing one or two other of my better ideas into the mix.


It goes something like this:

Me:  I’m definitely going to do this novel about the effects of infidelity or even the suspicion of same on a relationship.  Now I have a few months for it to percolate before I need to get down to a pseudo outline.  (Yes, I do sometimes actually speak like this.  Shut up.)

Brain:  Are you thinking what I’m thinking, Pinky?  (Oops…wrong Brain.)

My brain:  Yeah, that one’d be good.  But what about that awesome fantasy novel with all the interesting archetypes?

Me:  Shut up.  I’m going to figure out what each chapter of this infidelity novel needs to accomplish then I can pants it during NaNo.

My brain:  Yeah.  Or you could do the cool telekinesis one with the car engineer guy.

Me:  Shut the fuck up, you gray blob of distracting shit!  I’m going to do the infidelity novel that I already decided on months ago.  Or the telekinesis one.  Or the fantasy.  Or the one with the creepy dolls.  Shit.


So, yeah, my brain fights me even when it’s not pounding me with the writer’s block.  I win, though, because I’m doing the novel I have temporarily named The Sum Of All Tears.  Take that, brain.


Also, I’m probably going to give the new beta of Scrivener for Windows that I downloaded today a whirl during Nano.  If it lives up to the hype I may even buy it.  I haven’t really played with it yet but I plan to.  May even give it a bit of a review right here at some point in December.


Also also, if anyone wants to laugh at my vain attempt at NaNo (and give it a try yourself) I’m “tmacy” on there.




Warming Up

October 22, 2010

I really have to get better at updating this darned thing.  I came up with my best idea yet to make that happen.  Of course, the bar is set low enough now that “best idea yet” isn’t all that titillating to any of y’all, I’m sure.


Anyway, I’ve been fretting over my lack of progress on Veil and just haven’t been able to feel it.  You know?  You do, don’t you?  I’m not alone here, am I?  No.  I can’t be.


But I digress.


It was suggested to me by one of my Facebook friends (you know who you are, Annetta) that I go back to the oldie, moldy method of writing whatever’s floating around this noggin of mine for 15 to 20 minutes to warm up.  I used to do this (at the insistence of my senior year creative writing teacher, Mrs. Warr) every weekday in high school.  Many times that warm-up period was a constant string of “I don’t know what to write.”  or “I really, really, really don’t want to be doing this right now.”  or even “Mrs. Warr can kiss my ass right now for making me do this.” but many more times there appeared in the scribblings the seeds of a not-too-shabby story.  Sometimes I challenged myself to write a serial in the pages of that notebook.  Sometimes it worked and sometimes it didn’t.  The one thing it did do was loosen the ol’ brain-greasing system.


And that was the point of it.


Then I thought about this blog.  For the first time in a month or so, I’ll admit.


I figure that the point of this blog is to document the demented thought processes of someone who actually chooses to try and be a writer.  The warm-up exercise is supposed to get the juices flowing by venting whatever’s on your mind.  Like a new ink pen.  You gotta warm up that tip to get the ink aflowin’.  What better place to do my (hopefully) daily warm-up than on the pages of this blog?  Trash can and toilet paper don’t count.


So, after this post (although I guess this post counts since this is what’s on my mind right now), expect a lot of inane chatter on this batchannel.


It should get interesting.  It should get deranged, weird, demented and, quite possibly, illegal in 48 states.


Just promise me you’ll laugh with me, okay?

The Feeling’s Back?

September 15, 2010

I don’t know that I’d go so far as to say the easy feeling is back and I’m through my “I suck” block yet but I did manage to get 1600+ words last night (Tuesday night) and finish Chapter 8 in time for a pre-reader imposed deadline.

Yes, I said it.  Chapter 8 is done except for a few logistical issues for which editing was invented.

I had a small problem during the flying finger fury that was my (at least temporary) escape from under the marble block but it turned out I was trying to make things more difficult and convoluted than they had to be.  I’m pretty good at that.  Why have a mismatched character overpower a stronger character with chloroform or ether when they can beat them upside the head with a push-broom?  I’ve been hit in the head with those before and they frackin’ hurt.  Put a bunch of strength behind a baseball bat swing and those things can be near deadly.  This one wasn’t but it unconscious-ized the character that needed knocked out.  That works for me.  🙂

My next chapter will leave the antagonist where he is and re-visit Liam to see what all he’s up to.  It’s a lot.  It’s somewhat existential.  It’s a bunch important to the overall plot.  I think I may begin the romantic subplot in that chapter as well.

I still have a nagging feeling I’m going to need to sprinkle a little more Evan into some of the earlier Liam chapters but, again, that’s why they invented editing.  😉

I need to see if I can keep this semi-roll up and get another chapter to my pre-reader soon enough that she doesn’t have to re-read chapters to remember where in the story we are.

And, so, with that said, onward and upward to Chapter 9.  🙂

Let’s Try This Again

September 12, 2010

Okay, so, that whole “update every other day” thing hasn’t really worked. Yet. I still have hopes. Then again, I’m a writer so I feed on hope. I thrive on it.

Again, I regret to report that Veil is still suffering from writer procrastination.

The weirdest part about it is that it’s not lack of character motivation or destination.  It’s not a lack of ideas on how to get where I want to go with the story.  I’m not sure what it really is.  It’s been stated that it’s a lack of focus.  I have no other alternatives so that must be it.  I suppose meditation might help me get my focus back.  It’s worth a shot.

I spend much of my days teaching my Aspie son the importance of focusing on the task at hand.  Papa don’t preach what ya ain’t gonna practice, eh?  😉

So, if I can get some focus out of my brain then perhaps in the next day or so I can get this Chapter 8 monkey off my back.  It’s a great, creepy chapter.  It’s a chapter that lends further insight into the antagonist.  It puts a character at major risk as well as putting that character in a weird situation (above mentioned creepy aspect).  I just need to write the damn thing.

And that’s all I have to say about that.

So November is slowly creeping up on me.  November, as all who are savvy (and crazy) wordsmiths know, is National Novel Writing Month.  I will try it again.  I will probably fail again but they say writing is an exercise in persistence which tells me that eventually I will win the thing.  I know, I know.  My history of prolificness is spotty at best and nonexistent at worst.  I’m a writer;  I live on hope, remember?  😉

I have a fairly fleshed out idea for my NaNo novel.  So far, however, it’s more of a character study.

Don’t get me wrong.  It’s got plenty of conflict.  I’m a writer, however, who shoots for conflict more of the “earth-shattering” or at least “someone’s gonna die soon” variety.  This plot, so far, is mainly emotional conflict.  Internal as well as external.

I’m hoping that I can come up with something a little more compelling plot-wise in the next six or so weeks.  If not then I’ll just have to write it as is, I suppose.

Until then, however, I have at least one person waiting on the first draft of this damn Chapter 8.  :/

Peeking Out From Under The Marble Block

July 27, 2010

Okay, so the block that plagues us writers may not be made of marble but it’s big and it’s nasty and it crushes us just the same. Also, it’s a little hard to type when you have a big rock on your head.

Problem is it doesn’t kill us. Okay, maybe a little. But that’s just a dying inside type of death.

So, here I am, under the metaphoric (metamorphic?) chunk of stone that stalls many a manuscript. That’s when it hit me. It’s been three months (THREE! MONTHS!) since I even wrote a blog post. That’s really inexcusable but, at the same time, makes a ton-load of sense.

This blog, after all, is about tracking my novels in utero, as it were. If there’s no development of the manuscript then it necessarily follows that there would be no developments on the blog.

If, however, I quit kidding myself and remind myself that this blog is also supposed to give insight into my thought processes as a writer then it’s completely asinine and inexcusable that there isn’t an update at least every other day since not a day goes by that I don’t think about at least one of my WIPs.

So, with all of that in mind, I’m hoping to keep this blog constantly open in a tab or two so that I can’t “forget” to update it. We’ll see how that works.

My next post might even be about my plans for my latest NaNo failure coming up in November. 😉

Okay, I really need to get back under my marble block. My keyboard is calling and the candle is burning down.

Hey, it’s dark under here.

Ruminations Between Chapters

April 24, 2010

Yeah, not a very clever title but they can’t all be winners.  😉

So, Chapter 7 was an antagonist chapter and has been “finished” and already been through the pre-reader gauntlet.  It has a few character and timeline logistic problems but nothing that can’t be fixed with a day of editing when the time comes so for that I am thankful.

Chapter 8, I’ve finally decided, will be a Liam chapter (again).  This is not what I had envisioned even a week ago but it feels comfortable and it should work just fine since it’ll spawn at least two or three other chapters with other characters.  My goal is to not concentrate on one character for too long at a time but keep them on the radar (but only if their chapter fits logically and advances the story).

Chapters 9 and 10, at least, will give us some insight into the thought processes of a couple of major/minor characters.  These will be characters who won’t be quite as important as Liam and Evan but will be instrumental in their quest to achieve their story goal.

As I’ve said before, I’m essentially pantsing at this point.  I’m figuring out chapter by chapter what seems logical in the happenings then deciding who should impart the next chapter then slipping into their head to write the damn thing down.  It’s kind of a chaotic way to go about it but I tend to have a somewhat chaotic sort of mind.  🙂

I have my son’s baseball game this afternoon (delayed due to rain) and some grocery shopping and cooking to do but hopefully I will get chapter 8 finished, or at least dented, tonight.

And, yes, I know this post is a day late.  Meh.  😉

‘Til Edit Do Us Part

April 21, 2010

Well, for better or worse, Chapter 7 is done.  (This is “Writer Done” not “Reader Done”, remember.)

Worse gets my vote, as it always does.

I’m not the most confident of writers where my perceived “talent” is concerned. I’ve been told many times over many years by many different people that I have/had a knack for writing. I’ve had people beg to read more and get impatient when I don’t have more right away.

On the other hand, I’ve had people be pretty indifferent toward my work. Even worse, I’ve had people think my writing wasn’t all that good. Shock of shocks, I know.

So, yeah, I tend to believe my detractors and think that my praisers are “just being nice” or “don’t want to hurt my feelings.” I’m hoping that that will change as I begin wallpapering my writing space with the inevitable rejections. I’ll either have to start singing my own praises then or sink into a spiraling depression that ends with a cot next to the worm at the bottom of a bottle of Cuervo.

I don’t much like tequila so I guess I’d better learn to like my work more. 🙂

So, anyway, until such time as an agent/editor/publisher in the future sees this chapter as wholly unnecessary, Chapter 7 is done.

Onward and upward to Chapter 8.  As soon as I find out who’s telling that one. 😉