Today I wrote a whopping: 803 words.
I sent nothing to market last week.
Like I said I never said I was fast, the exact opposite in fact. The thing is when I don’t write I feel horrible, the headaches start the nightmares I can’t remember, then the voices…
Ok there are no voices. Exactly, but the jumbled up headache of all the stories that are in my head waiting to get out sometimes it would be easier if they were voices. One kind of feels that one can reason with voices. There is no reasoning with these. It’s actually painful. Very. Hopefully I’ll feel better for spitting a little something out and then can spit out even more.
I’m looking back at a book I wrote for NaNoWriMo a few years back. As my reader said – it was just too damn boring to be worth sending on in that form. But the idea isn’t done and can’t be put to rest till I cough out the proper prose. So a rewrite is in order.
It’s the story of woman named Ash. I’d say pray you never meet her but it really more appropriate to pray that you’re dead when you do. The person who’s meeting her tonight is not so fortunate.
My reader wants more pages on Mitei’s story but forgot that she’s under obligation to give me feedback on the pages she already has and has gone out of communication range. She’ll be bloody pissed when she gets my ‘invoice’ instead of the twenty odd pages I had set aside for her. Also work on Mitei’s story has stalled, she really needs to get to the part where she kicks ass. Sadly I’m not allowed to just skip to the part I want to write or nothing would get written in between.
I need to send two stories out next week there’s a conference I’d like to attend and it’ll take some actual capital I currently don’t have.
I come from a long line of story tellers. We often joke about it but it’s really true, no one tells a tale like my blood does. If ever there was one thing my family has taught me it’s how to build suspense.
Take for example a story my sister told me not that long ago. She’d gotten a call from her security company, someone had broken into her home and the company called the house only to be told “no I haven’t been broken in to.” This led my sister to assume that someone was still in her home – potentially armed – cocky or high enough to answer the phone mid robbery.
My sister is relating this tale to me, over the phone, slowly from her house. It took thirty full minutes for her to wind down her tale with, ‘no one’s here I’m fine and the house wasn’t broken into.” Meanwhile she not only had me scared shitless but hanging on her every word and not even realizing I’d been roped into her tale till it was nearly over. By which time I was too busy admiring how well she’d kept me from asking the obvious questions that would end it that much sooner and instead playing along with her every twist and turn.
The lesson? Even if you know where you’re going and how it’s going to end, you only need to give your audience so much to keep them tied to your hook and distracted from the ending that seems blatantly obvious to you. How exactly do you do that? Practice? An innate sense of timing? No idea really, I’m feeling along trying to figure it out even as I type.
So far I think I’ve been mostly successful from what I’ve talked about with my reader. She’s almost got me to tell her key plot bits that are coming next to make sure that I dropped the bread crumbs properly. She’s confused but in just the right ways and oh has she got questions, not even the questions I think she should be asking and such completely inconsequential ones that she’ll see answered with little regard as she reads deeper and deeper.
Right now I’m satisfied. She’s not. She could kill me actually. I didn’t give her nearly enough to satisfy her cravings, ah well I’m just getting started with the tale after all.
For lack of a better title as I can’t remember what I called the manuscript I sent to my reader and I can’t use the title I have in my files for the book – it’s a major spoiler – I’ll call the posts about my book Mitei’s Story. Named after the main character who got her name from a line I read in a webcomic, yeah I’m not great with names and titles.
Anyway, I got a call from my reader at ‘that which pays’ today. Seems she got the first 15 pages of Mitei’s story and read them all of them in less than an hour, could I please hurry and send the next few pages please? I was very specific about the need for them to pace themselves as the book isn’t finished and I want to stay ahead of their reading curve but apparently they just couldn’t help themselves, or something like that.
Now I’m a little nervous, she’ll burn through everything I’ve written and be snapping at my heels in no time at the pace she’s going! With my main computer down and my most up to date manuscript out of reach there’s also a space of at least 10 pages I’ve already had to rewrite once and I’m not looking forward to trying to rewrite again. But finally I have an audience and a deadline to meet. Lets see if that will help.
Of course, it hasn’t done a thing for George R.R. Martin now has it?
Today I wrote: 539 words – in the book
Over the weekend I wrote my first SciFi tale about a boy and his living spaceship. It isn’t as cute and cuddly as that phrase would imply.
They say fear is big in this business. I can’t help but believe it, when ever I’m hesitant to return to the keyboard – fear is what I’m feeling. Fear of what exactly, I have yet to find out. So my usual response applies: try poking it with a stick and see what pops out.