It’s pretty obvious to everybody these days that the story writer of our times is either suffering from multiple personality disorder or rapidly deteriorating into dementia with bi-polar disorder to boot. Or, as in my Dads take: Has a really twisted sense of humor,,,
Try to work up a tagline to describe the world at large currently and you end up with a garbled mess that would drive any potential reader away like holy water on a vampire.
These are the things I am learning about writing, and I use current events to practice my development. Yeah, I don’t choose easy subjects,,,
But that exercise has exposed so many issues with the current book in my quiver. Yup, its a first and I did hit publish, but successful? Um, not so much. It hits good with a handful of people, but the tech side of things is what drives most away. As a former girlfriend would have told me, “where’s the skin?’”. She was very much a Sex sells and more sex sells more, kind of advertiser.(lots of fun, but she wasn’t so much a candle burning at both ends as a section of lit cannon fuse.). I have been trying to write a better tagline for Wings and flopping. And why? Because there is no resolution within the book. Its a series of scenes, an occasional conflict, but no real climax, or wrap-up. You live and learn, but the only way to truly learn is too fail, pick your butt back up and keep going. And that is where I am right now. Looking at a decent story weakly done and how to pick it back up and make it WORK. I will leave it live for the time being, but once I have things re-worked,,, And that rework is essential if I want to carry the story forward to a sequel. I have half of it written, but keep hitting issues with how the first book played out. I forget where I read it, but another pantser type writer says that he has to write an entire series in order to smooth out the details in all of it, before he hits the publish button, and the way Wings started, I can understand what he means. A new development in book two would work better written into book one, but causes turmoil in book three that doesn’t see resolution until book four,,,,, And the only way to make them work is to write it all out. And that is why I am trying to work on formatting the story first, so that I can avoid the tediousness of rewrite after rewrite after rewrite. Or maybe I should be like M.Lackey, develop the world, and write books as scenes within that world,,,(thats a very loose way of describing her work, but,,,)
I’m serious about wanting to write, Heck, I have been writing for a decade now, but not as a way of making it in the world, more as a therapy for the pressures building up from a world gone mad. But the ideas in my head,,, They don’t rest; they swirl, mingle and breed,,, And they talk, A LOT. Trust me on this when I say, even sitting alone in a field, I am NOT ALONE IN THE WORLD. There are lives and stories constantly playing behind the shutters of my eyelids. Wings was the one that was most persistent and wouldn’t rest. Dunno how many nights I spent writing where I would look up and the alarm was buzzing and I had to get ready for work, no sleep. A lot of that needed scraped up, cleaned up, and rewritten to fit, but there were nights where 50000 words flowed like water. I also need to work on action; I have lots of conversations, but little action. People want things to happen, not be talked to death.
And maybe I just need to get a kayak out for a day of leisurely paddling. Not boogie water, just silence and wildlife and no distractions of phone and internet. Then get back to work on the stories that linger in electron purgatory on my hard-drive.
Time to go to work, more laters