So about that blog post I was going to do on the twelfth… *sheepish grin*
I kind of (really) got derailed. Employment I had thought I was going to have come January evaporated into the world of not-enough-money and that left me feeling anxious and depressed for a while. Then I slammed into the brick wall that is known as “the middle of the story” and I couldn’t get myself to write a damned thing until we (that is, my wonderful Audrey) lost patience and agreed to let me write something different. If there’s anything I hate more than writers block, it is writers block when I need an ego boost. So there I was, toddling about a new story when I went Christmas shopping with my mum and was wondering what on earth I could get for my eighty-some-odd old grandfather who spends all day in his room listening to music and reading books.
Her thought? “Well, do you have any novels that are fit to share?”
Me: Tomok won’t be ready for a million years and it ends on a cliffhanger so… “I don’t think my grandfather would really be interested in a lesbian Fairy-Tale Romance.” (this is the novel I completed during camp Nano. Surprisingly, it is very structured and doesn’t need major plot overhaul).
Her: You don’t know your Grandfather.
And that is the story of how I came to be editing a 200 page lesbian fairy-tale romance right before Christmas so that I can print off a draft to give to my Grandfather. I have a strange family. It’s fun though, because this story makes me giggle like a loon and it’s nice to not have to think about fixing the unfixable plot holes that Tomok presents. It has led to some other discoveries, however.
I posted the first scene, after I had given up on finding things wrong with it, to my writer’s message board (Absolute Write, btw. It is amazing and if you write and are serious about improvement, this is the place to be). It has been… enlightening. I have learned that people like my humour – that is good. But apparently my sentences are rather rambly…
How in the name of god did I not notice that? I mean, I did notice that, but I never really thought of it before. Talk about going off the rails; me + the main character of this novel (it’s in first person) equals great big confusing clusterf*cks of sentences. So now I need to have a great big sit-down with Ilithya von Faxon and talk about how we… well, talk. I need to find the perfect balance between clarity and the essence of her. And me when I’m in my humour mode.
But not right now – that is for when I get really serious. This, now, is just to make sure that it is presentable to my grandfather. <— This is still weirding me out, btw, in case you didn’t notice.