Sunday, August 31, 2014

Day Two of the Three Day Novel Contest

Day Two

I'm past the half way mark. I just woke up from a nap in a panic. I figured I needed a drink. Made it to the kitchen. Realized I'm scared to have one....and I'm scared to drink more coffee...and I'm scared to eat too much and get sleepy. Then realized I'd been staring at the fridge for eight minutes.

I just got a voicemail from my dad. My grandfather was just taken off dialysis and is on a plane to Seattle. He's in my thoughts.

Saturday, August 30, 2014

Day One of the Three Day Novel Contest

What my story board looked like this morning.
I just completed day one of the 3 Day Novel Contest. This is my fourth year participating. For me it's a sure shot at getting a new manuscript to work on. It took all I had to put aside my other projects but after last year, my third year in a row of typing out a first draft in three days, it's a tradition. At this point  it will jinx my writing not to enter the contest.

What my story board looked like early this evening.

Just like the year before, I'll be blogging about my progress. 

I was going through the metaphysics section at the bookstore doing a 'cleanup' and noticed we have more than a few tarot decks missing. I mentioned this to our manager and he told me a story.

He was looking for a tarot deck for a woman who wanted it for a gift and couldn't find any, but according to our inventory system we should have had five. The woman then explained it to him. 

According to a few beliefs tarot can either be given as a gift, like she plans to do, or must be stolen. 

This gave me an idea for a story.

It seems most of our funny stories involve the metaphysics section. Because our store houses and can order some esoteric stuff we get odd requests. I had to hunt down four out-of-print fairy decks for a coven one time. Talk about a pain in the ass.

"These cards are expensive," says one of the women.

"They weren't easy to find," I say.

"Do I need a book to read these cards?" asks the woman.

"That depends. Are you psychic?" I ask.

She turns walks away.

Wednesday, August 6, 2014

Insecure Writer's Support Group

It's the first Wednesday of the month. Time for Alex J. Cavanaugh's IWSG post! Here is the link: IWSG - Check it baby!

Hang on. It will be a bumpy ride.

My knuckles turn white around my red pen when I edit old work. 

Holy adverbs Batman!

It's an easy fix. 

"That's right," she said nervously.


"That's right," she said. She fidgeted with her pen and bit her lower lip.

Editing my new work is more fun now that my voice is clear. There's no cheating. My editor calls me on my shit every time. I'll use the end of Chapter 17 in Chosen as an example:

"M. M's dead." <---- Really? REALLY?
I'm assuming you didn't have much time to work with this chapter, because it doesn't make much sense and I have no idea what's going on. And seriously, you kill M off right after she has a break through? WTF? You can't just spring that shit on the reader after that last scene with her. Seriously, I'm pissed off right now....

 After a few more potty words:

You need to fix the M character arch in order for this to not piss off the reader.... When I say piss off, I don't mean from the kind of mind-fuck plot twist writers would actually want. I mean the reaction to a horrible, illogical, un-foreshadowed plot twist that is so bad it makes the reader close the book in disgust...

While some of you might think this is over the top and mean, he's right. I tried to fake the funk by tossing in a plot twist that wasn't in the outline and got caught. With a complicated mystery you can't fake the funk!

My editor's diatribes I can handle. But re-reading:

," she said nervously

Ow, adverbs hurt. I'm cloaked in failure. Get it off me.