It’s the outline. I spent some time with Audrey today, my main character, and we went through her story together and while her discoveries and her courageous reactions to them are exciting, and the things she stands to lose is heartbreaking, it isn’t nearly fearsome enough. We need Stalker scenes. We need to see Him watching her. We need to feel his rage when she defies him.
So no words, but the outline is moving forward.
I’m building the habbit again, building the routine. To that end, I chose to work on the short story edit and redlined 6 more pages. Tomorrow I’ll review the crit I have on hand, and start inputting my changes.
Stalker has some issues, namely its worldbuilding is far from satisfactory, and I’m uncomfortable with that. I understand Holly’s lesson in overplanning, but I’m going to outline just a bit more tonight, on paper, and see where that takes me. Something is holding me back, and it isn’t laziness. I’m missing something, and that something should be obvious to me.
Despite sheer exhaustion and frustration at children who refuse to go to sleep and stay asleep when I have writing goals, 🙂 I started my novel. And this is a repeat of last night which resulted in 0, yes zero, words written. Tonight’s work was shorter than I hoped for, but openings are difficult for me and the fact that I wrote nearly 300 words that I don’t hate is really good.
My goal is to work on the novel 5 days a week, an hour or two at a time. Fridays are probably impossible, so I’m planning on no writing Fridays unless I’m in the mood. Mondays will probably suck also, as they tend to be the toughest work day and by the time the kids are in ZZzz-land, my brains are friend, scrambled, poached. Done.
Stalker’s opening: Audrey danced into the photography studio, her closing packet under one arm, and a grin to shame the Cheshire cat. The running ended today, ended about an hour ago when she purchased her rented home under her birth name, her real name, a name she hadn’t used in seven years.
On other fronts… Treischan Strength is back in submissions again, sent out this evening via email. Fading Light and my favorite red pen are waiting for me, so now I’m off. Ta-ta!
Addendum: Fading Light – redlined 1 page for editing.
Lots happening on the writing front. Time is short, so I might stop posting to the FM boards and just post here for a while. The past few days and weeks have brought me to the point of:
* selecting my short story project: Fading Light needs one more edit, then I’m pushing it out for submission.
* located orphan submission: Treischan Strength was supposed to be resubmitted to a new market, but somehow I missed it. I’ll be setting that up this weekend.
* novel project associate with Think Sideways course has been renamed to Stalker, simply because Haven is not a very exciting title. The writing begins tonight.
Starting a new project is exciting and scary and I’m to the point of bouncing out of my seat with all my fidgeting at work today. I can’t wait to get the kids to sleep, and the bills paid, and the laundry started tonight. Then it’s Writing Time.
Updates will be forthcoming, they may not be exciting, but part of the purpose of this blog is to keep track of my writing.