September 13, 2004
Interesting... in the Chinese sense
Because I didn't feel like wrestling with "Ekphora" tonight, I went poking through my old writing files, looking at scraps of things I've started, ideas I've jotted down and never pursued, looking for a little inspiration, maybe. I didn't expect to find the opening scene of a novel staring me in the face.
What I found was a snippet I wrote earlier this year, a total departure from the spec fic-flavored stuff I usually come up with. I put it away because I didn't know what to do with it. It seems to meander too much for a short story, and besides that, I'm not entirely sure there's enough story for a short story, but maybe enough for a novel. (Does that make sense to anyone but me? It seems like short stories require more story than novels do--there's more room to roam in a novel, to stray from the point. Even enough room to avoid having much of a point at all--just ask Faulkner.)
I love the snippet. I adore the snippet. The characters, in just 300 words, reach up off the page and grab me by the collar. I just don't know what to do with them. And I'm a little afraid to just write them and see where they go, because of the structure problems I'm trying to resolve. Maybe I should give myself a word-count limit. Maybe 3,000 words. Or 5,000. Just see where they go, and then try to corral them into some sort of outline.
September 11, 2004
I have a new title for "Don't Look Back". I have a notion of where it went wrong and how to fix it. I even started fixing it. Now if people would just leave me the hell alone long enough to finish it, I'd be good.
Yeah. Definitely going to have to start rebuilding boundaries on when it's okay and when it's not okay to interrupt writing time. For myself too, cause I no longer have time to screw around and be distracted. I might take to leaving the house to write again. I dunno. Something.
September 09, 2004
I was proud of myself for actually bringing my spiffy new laptop to work with me, and further, actually writing during my lunch hour. The biggest problem, however, is that the story I was working on now looks tremendously flawed. Flawed, but with enough good stuff in it that it's definitely not something I want to scrap. Well crap. That means I have to actually work. And that's all I want to do this morning, but the day job has other ideas.
It's very very hard for me to analyze my own work--I mean, I know it's hard for everyone, but there are times when I feel like I just can't think deep enough to write the way I want to write. Like I'm just floating over the surface of everything I write, and when I try to focus more, to take an idea further, my brain hits a wall. Part of it's mental laziness, I know. My brain gets so tiiiired, poor thing. It's not just fiction writing; I've gotten similar comments on several of my lit papers. "Explore this more. I want to see more of this idea. Expand on this."
Yeah. Maybe it's all laziness. I want to try to get out of the habit of slapping a coat of paint on my writing and calling it done. I want to build up my mental stamina a little. I need to do brain callisthenics.
Man, writing is hard.
September 07, 2004
No really, I mean it this time.
Well, WorldCon was enough to inspire me, and light a big fire under my ass. I spent today finishing the rewrite on "Sic Transit Gloria", and I sent it back out. Tomorrow, I plan to see if "Don't Look Back" needs a polish (I know it needs a new title, for sure) and get it resubmitted, ASAP. I've sat on it for far too long.
Also, I had a few revelations on The Exile's Daughter, and I want to start trying to figure out how to work them in.
And did I mention I got a new laptop? That I can actually work from? Yeah. I think it's time to stop dwelling on the vagaries of RL and get back to acting like a writer again.