Showing posts with label tired. Show all posts
Showing posts with label tired. Show all posts

Monday, October 13

Leaving a Mark In the Final Days

"Knife of Dreams" by Greg Ruth (gregthings.com)
Spoiler alert! More excuses following.

So life happened...again. Since my previous blog I've been on a week long trip to Universal Florida for my son's birthday, celebrated my 10th anniversary with my wife in the Carribean, been for my birthday to Williamsburg and switched from consulting (for the last 9 years) to a full-time graphic designer position with a startup company in Raleigh. But it's not all good news. My father also passed away at the beginning of September. He was 75 years and passed away in his sleep due to a heart attack.

So where does that leave me with writing? Honestly? In a not so good place. I've been struggling for the last few months with a particular involved piece of rewriting. Whereas I was redrafting before, at most adding, rewriting or omitting small sections of my almost finished novel, I always knew I was going to have to do major work at this part of the process. So far draft 4 of Aelemental was about bringing the book to one cohesive read. Separating action and emotion so it didn't feel like every single chapter was trying to emphasize both, smoothing out Simon's character building, so he wasn't an ADD patient on a sugar rush all the time, but also omitting a slew of secondary characters who quite frankly were slowing down the plot. So where the first three parts of the book involved only minor edits (but still a complete syntax and semantic check), the fourth part was where most of the plot, characters and mythology really didn't gel. That's when I decided to rewrite the whole part.

That took me several months, with many interruptions for work, side projects, household duties and a long (and admittedly fun) summer.

Now comes the final fifth part. I've wrapped up pretty much everything I wanted to say. Foreshadowing and hints of things to come are in place and loose plot threads and character conflicts are all neatly resolved and all I have to do is bring the climatic battle to a satisfying payoff...again.

Still, I have my fears. What if I publish it digitally and I can't find the time to advertise it well? Will I still be able to market it to publishers/agents? I still need to do the illustrations and the front and back cover. And winter is coming, which means more holidays, more time on the road commuting to and back from work and a looming flu season.

My dad wanted to become a writer when he retired. He was a chef all his life and only got so far as to self-publish a dozen cooking books on Vancouver Island, driving from inn to store and stocking new copies wherever he managed to sell a few. He didn't get very far, despite his great drive. So he decided to write fiction and find a publisher for that. He never made it. I don't want to become like that. I don't want to leave a legacy of a great ecological fable unfinished except for an unpublished digital manuscript, four more plotted books and a wall full of notes. I'm already 43 and I was 35 when I came up with the story.

Although I can't give up my day job, and I'm also not willing to give up every spare piece of time to force-write, I will diligently and patiently continue plowing on until I deliver a 95% great young adult novel. Anything more will go unnoticed anyway and result in a greater amount of hours second-guessing myself and not shipping. This story must stand or fall on its own merits and I will let go of it with the confidence that I gave it my best shot.

Friday, November 11

Off the Rail

Day 5 of the Writing Marathon
I'm tired. My eyeballs are bleeding, my beard is strangling me and my ass feels like ground beef. This writing stuff is hard. For those, who just tuned in: I'm in draft 4 of Aelemental Book 1: The Tree of Life, a young adult novel about finding oneself in this modern world of environmental, political and social upheaval. Oh, and it combines all fantasy subgenres and connects them in a logical and very original way.

But like I said... I'm tired. No, make that exhausted and I still have a ways to go.
My day so far:

  • 6:00 Woke up to the chimes of my iPhone. Can anyone hate chimes more than I do now?
  • 7:00 Kid is off to school. I crawl back in bed.
  • 10:30 After a breakfast of champions (toast with PBJ/Nutella and some Chai tea with soymilk and honey) I groan. My old nemesis: the computer. I switch the beast on and position my protesting posterior onto the creaky seat. Was that seat always red or is it slowly draining my life fluids?
  • 3:00 Man alive! Did I just work for 4 and a half hours straight? No wonder my knuckles feel like old wooden logs grinding the splinters off of each other. Breakfast of champions indeed! Time for lunch.
  • 3:09 One super mango/banana smoothie with cinnamon later and I'm back in the seat.
  • 3:35 Kid comes home. Needs some wrestling. We wrestle. He wins from his old man. Sweet, I've had my exercise for the day. If only I could put in some meditation time, but I'm not mindful enough to remember. I know there's a joke in there somewhere.
  • 4:00 Finished Chapter 8: Simon and the Grim Council. Kind of proud of this particular chapter and not just because Nancy wrote the most number of 'Nice!'-s in the margins of the whole of draft 3 either. Thins just gel in this chapter. Simon is arrested and brought before the fairy tale council. Lots of drama and melodrama (which I excel at according to my wife) and some cool epic displays of over the top fantasy dialogue, decor and characters. Let's just say: this is not the Snow White you grew up with.
  • 6:00 So tired. Writing this blog now, cuz I'm not sure I'll be back until tomorrow morning. Then again, I'll be shopping for Captain Underpants with Alex tomorrow (as promised), so maybe I should make the most of what time I have left tonight. We'll see. First dinner...
Here's some inspirational art I used from diTerlizzi to give me some ideas for the Council of Aelders, who pass sentence on poor Simon:

Planescape, art by Tony diTerlizzi -
I wanted a police force made up of red caped females.
Can you guess what fairy tale  character may be part of them?

Planescape, art by Tony diTerlizzi
The Council aides ended up being decisively non-human and
more in tune with which Aelder they served.

Planescape, art by Tony diTerlizzi
The Council of Aelders consist of the 5 most famous fairy tale characters,
the only snag? You have never before seen them like this.

Planescape, art by Tony diTerlizzi
The Verdant Sentinels are the woodsmen of the sotry: they patrol the forest perimeters
 and make sure humans don't discover the secret Domain.

  • 11:00 Okay, so I'm back and did an extra few pages. Now time for bed.
About Suffering Artists, Story Balance and Flow
It's probably good that I'm tired - suffering artist burning the midnight oil and all that (okay it's only 11pm, but hey! I'm a parent for heaven's sake, I'm supposed to be in bed by 10!)  The tiredness allows me inside the skin of Simon. I'm actually writing a new chapter, that collects bits and pieces of when Simon has meltdowns. Like I said at one point (or maybe not, I can't remember) draft 4 is about making the story flow and keep it balanced. The emotions, action and information in draft 3 was too haphazard and it seemed random and not natural at all. Besides, Simon was angry all the time in the first 10 chapters and it's hard to sympathize with the lead character when he's barking at everybody all the time. So, I decided to tone it down, make him more sympathetic (aka bland) at the beginning, shell-shocked as his life is turned upside down (aka victim) and now tired, frustrated and angry as there are too many questions unanswered and he feels locked down by Fate (aka 3D). Which is really what he is being under house arrest in the fairy tale city. And what I am. Am I? No wait, that's the melodrama playing up again...

Au revoir.