It’s 3:15 am.
I haven’t written anything today. No words on a page, no character sheets or timelines or outlines.
I did spend a good chunk of naptime and massage time thinking about Bel (my heroine) and her relationship with Nicola (a real historical woman I’m fiddling with as part of the story).
I also spent some quality time thinking about Bel’s first husband, Isaac of Lincoln. I think he’s a decent man, in that he doesn’t abuse her and isn’t rough with her in trying to get an heir. But he’s obsessed with posterity and leaving a substantial estate for his descendants. He’s the one who teaches her money-lending. I haven’t decided yet whether he’s murdered, executed, or dies of natural causes. Read On
Writers talk a lot about process. If you’ve been around here at all or you’ve met me, I tend toward two other P words in my writing: perfect and panic. Sure, in theory, I have a process, but mostly it’s “so and so says Scrivener is an excellent tool for keeping track of series stuff” or “oooh, Aeon Timeline looks neat!” and then I’m off and running trying out something new. (They are, actually, very neat and excellent tools.)
I’ve never written two projects using the same “process.” An early (and somewhat embarrassing) effort under a different penname was composed in one evening while super-high on Nyquil. Another was inspired by some hentai that I stumbled across on the Internet and evolved into an elaborate world-building effort–of which I kept exactly enough notes to know that no matter how awesome the world was, I can’t go back to it. I have no idea what I was doing. Read On
Newsflash: I obsess about getting things ‘right’.
This is ‘news’ only if you’ve never met me. If you have, then you’ve probably witnessed me ‘practicing in front of the mirror’ more than once.
There’s a scene in the pilot of Crossing Jordan (great show about someone who isn’t exactly neurotypical) where the lead character, Dr. Jordan Cavanaugh, played by the gorgeous Jill Hennessy, is washing up in a public restroom on the way to an interview. She stops, looks in the mirror, and practices what she’s going to say to her former boss about getting her old job back. It’s not just the words she’s practicing, but her facial expression, her tone, the right amount of emotional honesty. Read On
Today in 1955, the last volume of Lord of the Rings (not a trilogy, according to Tolkien, one book in three volumes), Return of the King was published. That’s right. The movies that gave rise to a whole new fandom, hell even a whole new Fandom, not to mention raised the bar for makeup and set-dressing movie magic, come from a story that’s 59 years old.
Think about that for a minute. Go on, I’ll wait.
Writers will often tell you that science fiction and fantasy reflect the hopes and fears of the current era. So what does it mean that a story set in the wake of WWII, rife with concerns about the abuse of power, the lack of wisdom, the destruction of ‘the magic ring’, and reuniting of the major ‘races’ in a war against evil, is still trenchant or is trenchant again, today? Read On