Writing/editing this morning. I know, right? Hey, I did say I was done fucking around. It takes serious planning these days to even get time to write, so I take it when I can get it. I did a lot of editing, even got in a few hundred extra words, but I’m having some trouble. Let’s see if this makes any sense.
I’m editing people who are now, as in these days, dead – or at least semi-dead, long story – and them being dead makes it hard to connect with them.
I’m pretty sure that I’ve explained before that this particular story I’m writing is a prequel of sorts. A tale known, but never actually put into words over the years. It includes characters who never had that spark of life that makes them real for me because when I introduced Lien to this world, most of these people were already dead and therefore have never seen a single page of life until now. Or, if they have, since the time of this story, they have died.
Damn, what a spoiler, eh? It’s been – damn, 1994. I don’t want to do the math again and make my brain hurt any worse – a long time since I’ve dealt with some of these people. You gotta expect that after that many years, someone is dead. Especially in this genre. Urban fantasy, in case anyone missed that tid-bit.
Yes, I kill my babies. Sometimes, the ones you least expect. Just ask Nia. George R.R. would be proud.
It’s not a whole lot of trouble, I’m just having to get used to one person all over again and several for the first time. I think it’s okay, but it sorta nags at me.
I have a feeling this thing is going back up on the wall in the War Room, if only one more time. And no, I still haven’t sat at that desk. May 1 looms and that’s when I hope to hand it off to Nia – if she’s still gonna hit this for me – and then start trying to figure out a synopsis and a query letter. Yay. Me.
It’s almost time for the hubby to wake up, at which point we go back outside to finish filter boxes on the koi pond project that just gets bigger every day. In the meantime, here’s something to listen to. This is the playlist, songs in order of their influence in the book. An Ordinary World. Just so you can have a taste of what’s going on in my head while I’m writing.
Ya know. If you wanna know.
They were all young once, as were we . . . imagine you are looking at old photos of the now-dead. Does that make sense? And as you look at the photos caption them, but in the present tense.
It does make sense because I’ve had to sort of do that with a few of them. Even Lien, because he was very different back then versus how he is now.
It would be easier if I hadn’t walked away from the MS for so long, as well. I need to push through this one fight scene and read the whole thing all over again.
Someone in my Internet travels suggested that when you do your final edit you should change your font temporarily so that it no longer looks like “your MS” that you’ve stared at for so long. They suggested that when you do this, you will catch more because you’ll mentally feel like you’re editing someone else. I think I’m gonna try that, too. I wish I could remember who said that so I could drop them a credit.
That is a great effing idea. BTW, do you need beta readers or any help? I forgot to ask or maybe I just forgot your answer.
I will after it comes back from Nia. About the time you and Renee will need your own read. 🙂
Fab.
You’re amazing. I’m so intrigued and in awe.
I’ll give you a signed copy of mine – should the gods smile upon me – if you’ll give me a signed copy of your own. Deal?