Archive for the 'WIP' Category
Wednesday, October 30th, 2013
My parents have come to visit for about a week and a half (well they’ve been here a few of days already) so I’ve been off having a good time with them. Also my SIL was in town for work for a couple days and we had a good time with her.
Tonight we did some pumpkin carving (started), but the faces will get carved tomorrow. And trick or treating. I’ve also put some more stuff away. My living room is almost functional. I may need some furniture But I don’t know what I want.
I’m getting some sense of what’s missing from my developing ending. I think I’ve found a spark. But won’t be able to get to it right away. Planning to be busy the next few days. Might get a little time in on it next week. Maybe not until the folks leave. I might need a little more percolating. But at least the percolating is working.
Did I mention it snowed in MT and tomorrow it will be down around 20 overnight there, and I won’t be there! Bwhahahahaha!
In other news, we have extra corgis staying with us while the folks are visiting. A corgi horde.
ooops. I just broke into the Halloween candy. Don’t look at me like that. I didn’t eat that much.
Oh, how cool is this? Was in Radio Shack today and they have Big Bang Theory flash drives of Howard, Sheldon, and Leonard. I took a picture. I had to. Which would you pick?
Friday, October 4th, 2013
Here’s where I’m at for Trace of Magic. If all goes well, I’ll be done in 3-4 weeks. So far I’m pretty happy with it. I haven’t read it as a whole yet, so that could change. It’s also got romance in it. Today I wrote the “big confession moment” where the two admit their feelings to each other, right before they are about to go on a dangerous mission that will lead to Revelations and Big Danger. It was difficult to write. Part of my issue is that I have trouble with making it feel realistic when people fall fast and hard for each other. Yes, I did it with my husband, but now that I’m old and grizzled, I have a harder time with it. Yet romance writers make it feel really real. I hope I did. But I had to do it in a way that was more broken than just full on confession. Also, during the entire thing, one of them has someone in her head making MST2K commentary. That amuses me to no end. It’s good to be amused by your own work.
Here is my lovelorn woman:
I don’t have a lot of practice baring my soul or giving romantic declarations of attachment. Love. Whatever I’ve been infected with.
54229 / 90000 words. 60% done!
I continued to be really annoyed by politicians. Go figure. I’m very worried about when we hit the debt ceiling.
In other news, I watched my daughter’s jogathon today (a school fundraiser). She was fabulous. I am so proud of her and so happy that I could just go without having to make sure my classes were covered or worry about getting grading done on time. I wrote above my quota for the week, so I didn’t have to write today at all if I didn’t want to.
I also went to Costco. I spent more time there than I wanted to–on account of helping a gentleman who had some physical issues, and then trying to talk to the shed guy for the second time (he deliberately ignored me), and on account of the crowd. Got out, got to the car and realized I had to exchange the windshield wiper blades I had forgotten to take in with me. So went back in, stood in line, made the return, went to get the blades (they’d been moved), then back to the checkout line . . . . Basically I took a heck of a lot longer than planned.
When I went in, it was foggy. The marine layer was hanging low. When I came out, brilliant sunshine and a crisp day. I rolled the windows down all the way home.
Friday, September 27th, 2013
I’m working on something that’s period young adult. To be specific, it’s set in 1788 England. If I were going to do it right, I’d have a lot of language that isn’t understandable to a modern YA audience. It would probably also sound much older. Putting my scholar hat on for a moment, I can tell you that at that time, there wasn’t really a concept of children as children–going through developmental stages. They were perceived as small adults and should, therefore, behave as such. So to us, they would speak in a very adult way.
I’m trying to balance capturing the world and having the YA voice that’s accessible to a contemporary reader. It means deliberately sacrificing historical accuracy. It’s an odd sort of thing to be writing because I don’t know exactly what I’m doing. It’s all by touch and feel and hoping it’s successful.
In other news, I’m awake. Oh, and I finished that evil synopsis.
Also, did I mention I’m upright and breathing and awake?
Tuesday, September 24th, 2013
Am I all kinds of pathetic for being irritated that on Amazon, Shadow City has 29 reviews and it can’t get just one more to break even? And why am I even obsessing about this?
Lots of new great books out today. Laura Anne Gilman has Soul of Fire out, sequel to Heart of Briar. Anton Strout, Yasmine Galenorn, Martha Wells, and Elizabeth Bear have new books out, too. Go forth and read good stuff!
Remember that synopsis? It still won’t die. Or get done. But I keep writing on it. I think there’s progress, but I am still narrowing things down.
I want this.
Thursday, September 19th, 2013
I had some great news this week, and that is The Hollow Crown finally reverted back to me. I have another publisher who wishes to reissue and finish the series. We’re working out details now, but hopefully I’ll have an announcement before too long.
Because of that, I begged out of my teaching job. I asked them to find another person to cover if they could–but promised I would not leave them high and dry if they couldn’t. I explained why–more books to write. They were fabulous and found another person quickly. Thank you Jeremy! That’s a lot of stress of my back.
The writing has been rocking this week. I’m working on Trace of Magic, the first of two books set in an alternative Colorado. It’s sensational fun.
Here’s a snippet:
He surveyed the room. “The FBI would have seized everything. I’m a little surprised they haven’t cleaned him out already.”
“Maybe the company was looking for evidence or sensitive documents. They had to know he was being investigated. If he was embezzling, presumably it was through work. Where else could he?”
“The question is, did they find what they were looking for?”
“Actually, the question is, what are we looking for?” I asked. “And don’t go all Velma on me and say clues. Cause duh. What constitutes a clue?”
“We’ll know it when we see it.”
“Gee, thanks, Velma,” I said. I sat down at the desk. I was looking for whatever hadn’t been found. Josh has always been a straight arrow and not particularly imaginative, but he apparently had another side, which mean I should be looking for good hiding places.
Saturday, September 14th, 2013
As you know if you’ve been watching this space, I’m working on a synopsis for the WIP. Like many writers, I hate it. I hate more than I used to because over the years I’ve become more of a pantser sort of writer than a plotter. But I still need a synopsis. With details. These details are the problem.
I figured out a good 3/4 of what should happen yesterday, got that written up, and then realized in the middle of the night (waking up just for this) that it simply won’t work as it stands. Not that I’d sorted out the key end 1/4, but that’s what made me realize it won’t work as stands. So I have to change something, probably a lot of somethings.
To give a little more detail, one of the problems is that there will be light romance in this story. The initial hero type is introduced, but seems interested in someone else. The initial bad boy/mean bully type, is introduced and is pretty awful. Later in the story, we are to learn that mean bully did what he did for her own good and then help her out and maybe there’s a romantic connection. So far I can’t figure out a motivation that will mollify anyone including me about why he’s so obnoxious to her and I can’t sell the idea to someone else if I can’t sell it to myself. I’ve been turning it over in my head and either I can make him less of an ass, or find a damned good reason why he behaves as he does.
So far I’ve figured out one vague possibility for why he behaves that way that *might* work. Might, but only if I can flesh it out more and really make people sympathetic when they learn it. So that he’s really a tortured soul. I like that idea, in so much I like a good tortured soul as part of a romance. On the other hand, maybe he’s not meant to be a good guy at all. Maybe he’s just destined to be an asshat and be a reluctant ‘hero’ without a lot of heroic qualities.
The other thing that makes this difficult is that the initial hero is put in a position to do the wrong thing because he pretty much has to, which will betray my main girl character. Unless they can find a way to solve the problem without betraying her and without harming all the other people who stand to be harmed.
It’s a bit of a convoluted story. I think I really *need* to map it out in order to write it properly since there’s a fair bit going on and I need to layer things in properly. Which means I’m going to have to map out a variety of possibilities and see where they go. On the other hand, I’ve come up with some main events that will work for either kind of story, but just the wherefore and howsabout changes.
It feels a lot like trying to play Battleship. Sigh.
So off to work on that.
Friday, September 13th, 2013
Dad had heart valve replacement surgery on Thursday. This is done through an angio procedure and apparently is a very very delicate thing to do. Four doctors have to do it and there’s only a 52% chance of success. It appears to have worked. The valve is leaking a little, but apparently that’s normal. He’s still in ICU, but should be moved to a normal room tomorrow. I haven’t had a chance to talk to him, yet. Really hoping so tomorrow.
My father-in-law will be visiting this weekend. That should be fun. Hopefully we’ll be able to find things to entertain him.
Still working on my synopsis. Making progress, but having some motivational issues for a character and then figuring out the resolution plan for the characters. But I have made progress. Or not. Depending on whether or not I like what I’ve done. Won’t know until I finish, and if not, back to the drawing board. Plus I don’t have anything resembling a title.
Did read The Shadow Reader by Sandy Williams. Really enjoyed it. I recommend it. I also finished Heart of Briar by Laura Anne Gilman. Hoping to have her here on the blog soon to talk about it, but it’s another good read. And the best part is the second book (it’s a duology) will be out in just a couple of weeks. I’ve preordered my copy.
We are supposed to cool off soon. We’ve been in the 90s. I prefer the 70s.
Wednesday, September 11th, 2013
ninety five degrees today. I should have gone to the coast.
I‘ve got a post up on Magical Words today involving beginning stories, bacon, Lucky Charms, and cooking. Go look. You know you want to.
I love Jon Stewart. I just have to say that. The Daily Show is killing me. Love.
Been revising today on a proposal. I want to send it out to my agent on Friday. That is, providing I can write the synopsis.
Slept through my three different alarms again. How is that even possible? What is wrong with me? Luckily the boy had his alarm set.
Tuesday, September 10th, 2013
It was hot today. Blech. I did get in a walk with the doggies before it got steamy. I got a fair bit of writing in and finished the third chapter on the proposal I’m working on. Now I need to revise and put together the synopsis. Tomorrow. Not looking forward to it. I don’t have enough details on a particular thorny plot line, but hopefully I’ll get it all worked out tomorrow. I rather like a fair bit of what I wrote today. But at the same time, I wonder if it’s total crap. It’s a very odd situation to be in.
Other than that, we took a family picture for the girlie’s project. I printed one to hang up too. Oddly enough, we don’t really have any family shots of all of us together. Usually either me or the man is behind the camera. So I put it in a frame and now there is a family picture. Yay for us! Maybe we’ll do a proper one with all of us looking nice with combed hair. Wouldn’t that be nice?
Ordered my grain mill finally. I want to try making breads from fresh ground flour. I miss baking and I want to get back into it. Hopefully it’s not just a silly lark. I need to figure out where I can unground wheat locally. So far not having a lot of luck.
Thursday, September 5th, 2013
Today I got the kids to school on time. Both of them. I hope boy does well. He needs to make friends. He’s outgoing and sweet, but at the same time, he’s the new kid among kids who’ve known each other for awhile. I think girlie will have it easier and settle in quicker.
I also convinced my computer to talk to my scanner and my scanner to listen. This is progress.
I’ve been in a Jane Austen sort of mood. I wish my books were unpacked.
I suspect it has a little to do with the piece I’m writing, and since I have little else of worth to say today, I’ll leave you with a snippet:
To give Missy and Lord Stanworth a moment to talk, she engaged the Colonel in coversation.
“Tell me, Colonel. You are currently billeted here at The Tower, are you not?”
He bowed. “Indeed I am, Miss Isabeau.”
“How are you liking it? It must be quite a change from your previous duties in America.”
He smiled. “America has its beauties, but I am glad to be back home.”
“A return to coal smoke thick as fog and the wondrous noise and stench of the city—you must be positively delighted,” she said, then flushed. Her stupid tongue! One of these days she was going to have to put a nail in it to keep it from flopping around saying inappropriate things. She must remember to be demure and reserved, and not insult a man’s feelings or his home. She didn’t want to embarrass Lady Phillipa or Missy, nor did she want to be the reason her sister’s chances for a good marriage were ruined.
The colonel focused on her as if he’d not quite seen her before. He lifted a dark brow and smiled, his blue eyes sparking with humor. He was handsome, for a man of thirty. His face was tanned despite the early November weather, and he was quite fit, with broad shoulders, a determined jaw, and an aquiline nose. His smile softened his austere expression.
“Indeed, the air in London is most refreshing, compared to the quite bright beauty of America,” he said. “I cannot tell you how many times I have wished to find myself back in the fetid soup we like to call air. Truly refreshing.”
“I suppose you also had a great many parties and balls to attend in America,” Isa said, unable to stop her perverse tongue.
“Ah yes. War time is such a fertile time for balls. Why, I believe I hardly had a moment to give a single order or run a battle campaign. All my time was spent on silks and laces and learning the latest dances.”
She covered her mouth to prevent a most unladylike burst of laughter. “It’s a wonder you didn’t come back fat and gouty.”
“A wonder,” he agreed. His head tilted as he considered her. “You are a most unexpected young woman, Miss Isabeau.”
“Yes, much to my stepmother’s everlasting despair. I am sadly very poor company.”
“Not at all. I find you quite refreshing.”
She couldn’t help her small snort. “Just like the fetid London soup air.”