Finishing the book seems to be a chore to me. I never expected writing a novel to be easy. In fact I put it off for the longest. But I kept working on this book. I am so close to finishing but it’s not fun at all. I like looking back and reading my work but writing the ‘boring’ parts is taxing.
When I started to get back into writing I usually wrote the fun parts first. With the Mondian Chronicles I jumped into the juicy stuff. The meat of the story. But with Chloe’s book I started from the beginning. I distinctively recall that writing the sleepover was the most fun. When I say those words flowed easily I’m dead serious. My fingers did not hesitate on the keyboard.
I guess I could write out of order but I just feel like it would create an unnecessary mess. I don’t want to have to piece everything together.
But I started this post because I wanted to write that I am finally getting a grip on Jordana’s character voice. I had my first thirty pages critiqued and my partner told me that Jordana seemed flat. I’ve been trying to get inside her head. This morning I was looking over stuff I had written related to her character and all of the sudden this voice popped into my head. I was reading it but it was in her voice.
So that excited me. Now I’m trying to figure out what is going to happen in the lead up to Thanksgiving in Chloe’s world and I’m trying to figure how to show more of Jordana’s personality for the rewrite. All in a day’s work.
Hello! Some of you may know that I made my way back into writing through the web serial. But with my previous stories they were written out of order and the organization was a mess. I’m trying out the form again but…get this…I’m actually writing in order! The project I’m working on right now is Til Death Do Us Part. Here’s the blurb:
When she signed up for immortality she hadn’t expected it to be like this. It’s been a century and her vampire fiancée still hasn’t put a ring on it. After a much a younger family member marries Mariane starts to rethink her life. Should she hold out for the prize or is her prince charming just a dud in vampire’s clothing?
I always wondered what turnees did after being changed. Mariane is trapped in her seventeen year old body. She was willing to spend the rest of her life with her love but she REALLY expected to have his name while doing it. But that didn’t happen. Til Death Do Us Part is her story. Not only does she has to get used to the new millennium she has to deal with the dreaded mother in law.
I’ve posted the first chapter on Wattpad. You can find it here: http://www.wattpad.com/75217317-til-death-do-us-part
I wrote a bit on Chloe’s book tonight. I actually like what I have. It’s more introspective. A great majority of my writing is made up of dialogue but I’m trying to add more layers to it. Dialogue is great but it can’t stand alone.
I added a new page here. It’s sort of a landing page for stuff I’ve written and posted online. It’s to give prospective readers a taste of what I do.
I thought I’d post an excerpt here tonight. I’ve been working on this book for about a year now. I want to share with you a scene from the sleepover. This entire chapter just flowed from my fingers. It was the most fun to write.
Chloe got up and left the room. She walked uncertainly down the hall. It was clear that Stefania and Xandra had been over many times. She felt a pang of jealously which confused her so she ignored it.
She found the bathroom. Closing the door behind her she turned on the shower and shed her clothes and stepped inside.
She thought of Jordana as she washed her hair. She hadn’t made her feel welcome. Chloe thought to herself but Stefania and Xandra had taken to her instantly. Jordana was the type of her person that drew others to her. Even she felt strangely drawn to her. It was like Jordana was a magnet and she was the metal.
Turning off the water she stepped out. She opened the closet door and reached for a towel. She dried herself and slipped into the pajamas. They smelt like her.
She walked back into the bedroom to find the girls crowded on the bed. They looked up at her expectantly.
“What’s going on…?”
“TRUTH OR DARE!” Stefania said.
The gist of this story is that Jordana moves to town. Chloe is the narrator. She’s popular by association. At first Chloe is hesitant to be seen around Jordana but as she grows closer to her she realizes that she likes her and she realizes she might like her a little too much. This story is a romance of the young adult variety. I’m nearing finishing but I’ve fallen behind.
Tessa wanted that bag. She knew she shouldn’t but yet she found herself at the site again sifting through the hoard and hoards of bags.
She reasoned with herself that she wouldn’t buy anything. She had too many bags already. The last she counted it was 150 and that didn’t include the clutches.
But this bag was so perfect. It was the right size and a warm color. She reasoned that if she bought it she could use it with anything.
She exited out of the window. She pulled up the search engine and typed in ‘charities’.
Tessa infrequently gave to charity. Sometimes she didn’t remember, sometime she didn’t have enough to spare, and sometimes she just didn’t care. But she felt like she should do something to balance her monetary karma.
But that bag wouldn’t stay out of her mind. She scrolled through the list of charities. She couldn’t choose that one because they discriminated against LGBT people and that one looked unsavory.
She thought about just not giving anything.
But she opened up a link. It was a children’s charity. She made a quick donation and opened up a new tab. She decided to treat herself.
So according to my count I have sent out One Small Step four times. It still hasn’t found home yet. I haven’t given up but I’ve set the number of times I’ll send it out to ten times. If it hasn’t found a home by then I think I will retire it and work on others.
Speaking of working on stories I still haven’t finished another short story. I did finish the two sisters short story but I’ve decided to expand it into a novel.
But I have finished some flash fiction. Oh and that reminds me I sent out a drabble. I haven’t heard anything back on that. I sent out a narrative poem to the Southeast Review and I haven’t heard back from them.
But in some good news. The poem I sent to a specialist magazine was rejected but they encouraged me to send in more poems. I only sent in one the first time. Seeing that really made me happy. I haven’t written any poems suitable for the mag yet but I’m working on it.
In novel news I’m right smack dab in the middle of Art or Die. I’m about 40K in it and I’m shooting for 65K. I have to admit I haven’t been very inspired to write on it but I do like the story I’m just burnt out. :(
What about you guys? How are your writing projects going?
I’ve gotten my third strike…or my third rejection but who’s keeping count?
I am that’s who. I recently submitted three of my poems to a writing journal. I submitted them after I received a rejection on a short story. It took less time for these to be rejected than the story but I’m trying to take in stride. Rejection comes with the territory.
But otherwise I’m feeling good. I have my delayed high school graduation on Friday (I passed the equivalence) and on Thursday I’m going to my college campus to get my student ID and buy my school books. I’m starting my first semester next week! I’m so excited. I’m looking forward to English 101 and Introduction to Sociology the most. I had originally narrowed down my potential major to either English or Sociology so I think it fits.
I’m still writing on the book only more slowly. I’ve been writing short stories and I’m continuing to work on a longer short story that is sort of the jump off point for other stories. But admittedly I haven’t been writing as much as I would like though I hope to change that.
And that is how the life of the black authoress is faring. It’s going pretty damn well she’d say.