December 16, 2014 § 4 Comments
Had a meltdown today. Caught me unawares – a few, seemingly unrelated incidents over the last few days led up to it. Terrifying being so close to the end. At least it is for me. Out of nowhere comes an urge to destroy – who will ever read it – care about it as I have – what was…is…my point? I’m the fire demon. Scorching horns. Raging appetite for a stick figure writer with barely a leg to stand on. Senses consumed by heat.
Hoo-boy I was mad. But not for long. I didn’t run this time, I wrote about it, stayed with it and cooked in the flames as if turning on a spit, seeing things from different perspectives. Then sparks…an idea…
December 9, 2014 § Leave a comment
A noun and a verb which rhymes with disturb, Pierrturb, blurb and herb. The first 180 pages of this draft look pretty good to me. Now I’ve come to the last 50. The post-its are deceiving. Which is a good thing, they get me excited to charge ahead as if these bright spots are all I need to tweak and ta-da! magically the pages flow and the novel is finished.
Truth? They read as a tangled mess. My comb is no match for them.
TIP: Got shears? It’ll grow back.
November 26, 2014 § 4 Comments
November 17, 2014 § 6 Comments
A pair of them calling and careening through the ravine this morning! One flew on, the other rested near the clock at the police station.
This was a lucky shot through the window glass, handheld at 5x zoom. Although the area happens to be this Eagle’s turf, I like to think the raptor came to give me a message about my novel progress. “It’s a sign!” Anything can be a sign to me.
I’ve been Pierrsevering here, going over and over these first fifty pages, arranging and rearranging, testing out combinations to get the clearest and most fun (it’s supposed to be humor, remember) mix of ingredients. There’s still one section that trips me up. Since the Eagle’s visit, I know what it is.
I have a subplot going which I know a lot about from another life (forty years ago is, in fact, another lifetime). I’ve given my protagonist all my knowledge of it, so it should be a piece of cake to weave into her world. Truth? It’s the hardest dang thing I’ve ever tried to do and today, flying over the top of these pages, I see how intensely involved I was in this activity without being in love with it. I’ve been trying to make the love come across in my character without feeling it myself.
Maybe there’s nothing wrong with that. My protagonist can love it or not and it can be interesting and fun to flesh out, see what she does because of that. It’s just at the moment, I’m a little stunned to realize forty years ago I was so determined that I persisted at something that was finally, in the end, a relief to give up.
TIP: Let her fly! – xo Pierr