The Shorts and Longs Of It All
So I had a good night tonight, very productive, which means I feel better than yesterday, where I would have gladly died. Headaches should not be allowed to travel in either packs or series’. I started yesterday with a migraine and when I got that under control, I found out that a massive pressure headache was waiting for me behind that. So unfair. So I spent yesterday alternately passed out and trying to die, in spite of comments made around WordPress. I was trying to distract myself from how wretched I felt. I must say, terrible way to spend a Sunday, feeling that god-awful.
But in better news, as I said, better night tonight. I didn’t work on the outline at all (yet, the night is still relatively young here on the west coast), but I wrote a short story. I cried while I was writing it, which is entirely abnormal for me. I’m normally much more dispassionate when I’m writing, but I couldn’t help it. Let me say that again, I made myself cry, with my own writing, even though I knew exactly how things would turn out. Is it sick that I feel good about that? It’s certainly a major step for me. The short is 3400 words approximately, and involves a couple of the supporting cast from the Mirrors Trilogy. You’ll all meet Keari one day, when DM is out, but I wish I could give him his own book, especially after writing that short story tonight.
The funny part is that the idea for writing the short really only came this morning, as I arrived at work. I jotted down a couple of notes, not nearly as much as I wanted to because I had to dive into work, and was promptly too busy to think about it all day. I looked at my paltry notes when I sat down at home, nearly cried thinking it wouldn’t work, said what the hell, hauled out the netbook and opened my manuscript formatted template. I didn’t stop. I wrote the whole thing. It was all there. It was amazing, almost like when I wrote my first short story, when it felt like it had been waiting for me, but better, mostly because I think this is already better written on first draft than my first short was (I know more about writing now, and I’m more practiced). It’s going in a drawer for a few more days before I read it again to see how it is, what it needs. I’m of two minds about sending it to my test readers before they get DM, because it will spoil a bit of a reveal in that book, but again, not patient, and I love how this one feels. We’ll see how it holds up in a couple of days, and by then I should have reread DM itself.
On that subject, I’ve been thinking about DM (damn multi-tasking brain that can’t seem to leave well enough alone) and I think I know something that it will need work on before I send it to test readers. It needs more description, but not on just everything. I’ve been thinking about perception, how to use it as an author and where I need to accent the importance of certain things. I think that is something I need to do more of, using the characters’ perceptions to show the important things, the details that either make the character who they are, or the things that make them stand out from run-of the-mill nobodies who, lets face it, are practically scenery in the real world. I find that’s the way I tend to view the world, seeing the different, the important, though I do it with almost everyone I see, picking out something distinctive about them as I find and perceive them. It’s an interesting tool to play with, as I’m thinking about it, and it’s making me ask myself some good questions. That said, I don’t think it’ll take me that much work to do this, as I know I’ve done some of it naturally through the process of writing and editing the book already. Mostly, I’m thinking about places where I need a little more, or some oomph to it. That will likely be the task for next weekend, and part of me fears to think how much it will add to the book’s length, not that there isn’t room to add. Besides, if the book needs it, then it needs it.
I’m feeling very happy and mellow right now. I swear, the more time goes on, the more I think that writing is my version of Prozac. Worse things could be said of me though, I’m fairly sure, probably have been in fact.
And, to top it all off, picture time. This one came from the Musical Gardens in downtown Toronto, which I have visited a few times. I’m already thinking about some summer trips I might take around downtown Vancouver, places I want to shoot, even if it will take some time away from writing.