And done..
First draft complete at 136,860 words.
Whew. Now begins the fun.
I see that smile.
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The blog of a scriptor dementis and his many musings
I love this phrase when it gets applied to writing, because it makes all us writers sound like we've got some sort of infectious rash.
It has to be just the right note. I like when the end of the story hints at something more beyond the horizon. It leaves the characters living the lives they have chosen and shaped. You get a sense that you could continue to tag along with these people and see what happens next...but for some reason they've gone on beyond you, and you have to wait until another time to be reintroduced, or let them go on their merry way for good.
What's your favorite way of doing this? Once you've made a story nice and shiny, you've still got to get over the reflection of your own face as you stare into it. It's crucial to get other's opinions on the work, because, let's face it, we tend to either be too hard or too soft on ourselves. Sometimes we need folks to point out some major flaws we never would have seen. Or maybe we just need someone to say that the story is worth the effort, and that it is starting to shape up.
While I work on finishing this draft, here's a fun list to distract you from a lack of substantive content on the blog.
Jim Hines talks about his experiences in getting used to how slow the publishing industry can be sometimes. Whether it's short stories taking a year or more to get rejected, or a publisher making an offer on a novel after more than two years...the reality is, getting the story written and revised is often only half the trial (if that) of getting published. The industry is constantly burping and hiccuping, with editors switching houses at a moment's notice, marketing budgets getting slashed,
I hope. It feels like it, at least, with this story. I've really overblown my estimated word count, which can be a good and a bad thing. I usually aim for 100k words for a solid story. Gives me room to flesh things out, and a lot of revision wiggle. Right now, with a scene or two left to finish the first draft, I'm clocking in at 126k. And it will take me about, oh, at least 8k more to wrap things up in a satisfactory manner, I feel. So, good, because I'll have a lot of material to work with, and I like this story and the world created around it...plus the potential for lots more story beyond this ending. Bad because when I get that much written, I wonder how much is actually worth keeping, and how much have I just padded things? I tend to overwrite, give too much detail, drag out conversations, etc.; so much of my revising involves chopping and cutting in the worst way.
After observing some major holidays over the past year, I've come up with a modernized list of their meanings.
That's the name of the game Tor is running. If you've been keeping an eye on the publishing company's website, you might have noticed their link: Match it for Pratchett.
You know how you're working on your current project, be it a novel, a short story, a blog entry (that counts as work, right?) and suddenly some amazing fresh, new, totally original idea jumps up on your shoulder and starts shrieking in your ear? What's the first thing you do? Do you toss your current project aside and run with this new idea until its hair falls out, it grows too fat and smelly and the next idea comes along? Do you let it sit on your shoulder for a day to see if it actually sticks around, or if the chrome polish rubs off to reveal a rusty, old, cliched idea underneath?
Legendary science fiction writer Arthur C. Clarke died today at 90, after suffering from post-polio syndrome for years. His funeral is set for this weekend, to be entirely devoid of any religious rites or associated faith, per his well-known views on religion.
Here's something that's halfway nifty. Ever wanted to make sure you remember some special event, or had one of those "I'll never forget this!" moments, only to wake up six months later and not have the fuzziest recollection of what happened? Maybe you just want to send your future self some encouragement.
Certainly doesn't taste like it, though.
For some reason, Blogger refused to give me access all of yesterday, and I've just only been able to slip in today, during a lull between computer hiccups. Anyone else having issues, or is it just me?
The snake did it.
Joshua Bilmes, of Jabberwocky Literary Agency fame, has a new blog running. It's not totally dedicated to the agenting business, but then again, how many times can an agent talk about their work, repeating the same advice to people who don't read through the comments of old posts? It's fun to see the personal side of the business from time to time.
*snickers*
With the job situation up in the air along with the apartment, I've had to consider the possibility of going through interviews, something I haven't had to do for a few years now. That got me thinking on two different tangents.
Have you ever experienced what you believe to be a supernatural or paranormal circumstance? Maybe caught a ghostly image on film, or some other exposure to something unexplainable?
If you haven't had the chance to pick up Neil Gaiman's American Gods, here's the perfect opportunity--because it's free!
Just popping on to say I couldn't quite rustle up the energy to post today. Though, now I guess I'm making a post about not posting. Is that redundant?
Still alive. Still looking. I have discovered one benefit of visiting so many apartment complexes is that the sales agents there seem to believe that plates of chocolate chip cookies will greatly increase their chances of securing a lease. While I do appreciate the homey touch, plus the constant source of sugar, I'm unsure if a cookie is going to tip my mind over the edge of a renting decision.
Going apartment hunting all day. There are some things in life that never fall into the "fun" category, such as root canals, being bitten by a rabid dog and apartment/house hunting. Sure, there's the chance of finding the perfect place for the perfect price with all the amenities you want, but until then you've got to slog through the many deals, fees, crazy pet restrictions and so on.
I decided to check back in with the Clarity of Night short fiction contest that went on last week and was surprised to find Jason had awarded my entry with first place.
Thanks everyone for your thoughts and prayers. After a day of packing up our apartment and loading it into a big pod to be moved cross-country, then flying the pets out to Denver, and then going down to Texas to pick up my wife's old Jeep, and then a 12-hour drive back up to Colorado, we're finally here.