I can hear thunder rumbling outside.
It’s about time for the late afternoon/early evening thundershower down here. It’s hot enough and steamy enough that we get one of these a day. Some days, we get two or more. Once again, I am thankful for my air conditioned townhouse. It would probably be pretty miserable otherwise.
We have been in North Carolina for almost a week. Gina and Kimmie and Frankie have been in Arizona for just about a week. This will be the first Friday Night Fiction Party that I will have to have on my own. Not much of a party, huh?
Yes, I miss them.
I don’t remember if I mentioned this to you before but I have finally finished writing Children of Chaos — book two of what I have taken to pretentiously calling the Chaos and Order Trilogy — and have embarked on the last book, called The Chosen One.
And it suddenly occurred to me that if my prayers are answered (well, not really because this isn’t the sort of thing I pray about) I’ll be back in school in about eight months. I know from experience that when I’m in school, I write at about the rate of one sentence each calendar quarter, so now I’m under a certain amount of self-imposed pressure to get as much of it done as I can before I move.
… because there just isn’t enough stress in my life.
Fortunately, at this (very early) stage of the game, I am not battling with a severe case of writer’s block or anything like that. Sometimes, I get a little stuck for a little while but that usually gets resolved as soon as I am able to make a decision.
I don’t know how many of you writers can relate to this but most of the time that I’m dealing with so-called “writer’s block,” that’s not what it is at all. I get stuck if I’m trying to decide whose point of view to tell this part of the story from, or whether to work this certain little element that will be important later into this scene or wait to introduce it at another time, or whether to bring in a previously used minor character to deliver that piece of information or create a new, equally minor character. Sometimes, I have to stop writing so that I can decide what a certain conversation sounds like inside my head.
So, for me, it’s not about not knowing what’s going to happen next. It’s more about deciding how the next thing is going to happen.
One of the more inconvenient things about a new year that begins on a weekend is that there’s not really much to talk about until the work week starts again. At least not for me.
I usually spend my weekends recovering from my weeks. I do as close to nothing at all while remaining as close to in my house as I can. So my weekends don’t exactly make for scintillating reading.
I do feel I should tell you that I have published up to Chapter 13 of Children of Chaos on this blog. I don’t remember the last time I told you that I’d published a new chapter and I sincerely doubt that you have been paying enough attention to know when I do without my having to say so. So, please feel free to head up to the menu above and catch up with the doings of Daerus and company. The plot has thickened after much stirring and we are actually very close to the end of the second installment of what I have decided to call the Chaos and Order trilogy.
It sounds kind of grandiose to me, given that I don’t know if I will ever find a publisher who isn’t me to publish them. I sent them off to a publisher recently but they turned me down because they were pretty certain that the second and third books wouldn’t fit their imprint (because I told them so), and they felt it would be ashamed to break up the story. Anyway, if you know of a publisher that might be interested, let me know. I’m not crazy about it since I have other ideas about what I want to be when I grow up but it would be kind of neat to get the whole trilogy published at some point.
We shall see.
One of the many things my blog is not is a writing blog. (Highly awkward construction, yes?)
In fact, it’s pretty rare for me to talk about my writing in here at all. I tell you about what I have written, which makes sense since I’ve been posting it a chapter at a time, but I don’t discuss the process of writing much at all.
If you knew me in real life, you would find my conversation to be quite the contrast. Well … you might, if you wanted to talk to me about writing. My daughter Kimmie is a much more prolific writer than I am and we discuss writing all the time, often in highly technical terms. In my life at home, I am very much a writer.
(Nice to meet you.)
We discuss transitions, and how we select points of view, and the pros and cons of filler scenes, and the ins and outs of various different literary genres, and our differing techniques for characterization, and style and plot and voice and tenor and … and which scene we’re stuck, why we’re stuck and best methods for getting unstuck.