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The Dream — a WIPpet/ROW80 post

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Not the best week to ask how things are going or what I’m doing….

Living the writer’s dream here: working on Release, but the cumulative word count of a 177 words since Sunday doesn’t say much for itself.  Or maybe it does since this is an editing wordcount.  Of course, serious editing has its drawbacks beyond a diminished wordcount.

…um, yeah….

The doubt monster has returned it all its fiery glory.

Not that I actually think Release is that bad.  It may be a case of “Mommy Pride”, but I like the story I wrote.  It just is the wrong story; I know that I know I need to change it, but I’m still having a serious problem killing my darling, even though I fully intend to resurrect it after the surgery.

So beyond the low wordcount, I’ve been reread, rearranging, deleting and generally trying to not cry as I rewrite history… on Acaria at least.  And for the next few weeks, that’s pretty much all I intend to do for my ROW80 and general writing goals.

Happily being a sponsor and a mom have given me moments of distraction.  I had a great time reading Julie Glover’s post on her Inner Grinch.  She inspired the post coming this Sunday.  And it was nice to see the return of some erstwhile ROWers to the Sunday check-in.

On the mom-front, I got to help the Boodle with his homework yesterday: writing out, in Spanish, instructions for a classmate to draw a picture from.  Pretty awesome.  I know I couldn’t have done that in 2nd grade in French (longer even, since we didn’t get a language until high school).  And the worst art for him?  Getting started…  same as any writer.  😀

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I can’t vouch for the effects of translating the text from Scrivener to the blog page, but this excerpt was eleven lines in my editor.  Simple maths…  eleven for today’s date.

Again, this comes from Release.  It’s happening a bit earlier in the book than last week’s excerpt, but we get to meet a somewhat familiar character here.  The ‘he’ our narrator, Kieri is referring to is Alanii; though he’s a much older man these days.

Footsteps fell on the stairs.

I darted toward my room. Managing to reach the door, I glanced back…to see him looking down at me wryly. “You obey well, I see. No matter. Grab your night bags. I am bringing you home”

His voice held no anger or malice. He sounded sad more than anything which added no encouragement. I had no wish to go where such strange and terrible things were treated as routine.

“No.”

“No? Why not? It would do you good, Kieri. Perhaps my wife would come here to stay, giving you a mother. You and the girls could be playmates.”

After the last few years, to be offered playmates struck wrong–the thought of girls was worse. I felt he was calling me a baby. Not that I didn’t feel like one, as I cringed, imagining his Nightwind playing mother for me. I covered my fear with bluster.

So there you go… Looks as if the dream is lost on our young Kieri already.

Cheers to K.L. Schwengel at My Random Muse!  She hosts WIPpet Wednesdays (it is like herding cats, after all) for us.  WIPeteers post pieces of a draft (Work In Progress) that somehow relate with the date at the group linky and bravely invite company, comments…  even gentle (or not-so gentle) critiques

Cutting Words — a WIPpet/ROW80 post

I missed Sunday’s  Some Thing this week.  No excuse really.  I was avoiding being online most of the weekend.  Truthfully, I really don’t feel like being online today either.  It’s grey and snowy outside, and I really wish we’d bought that house down in Norton Hill that had a library with the marble fireplace now.

So now it’s Wednesday.  Sorry.

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Innocence

Innocence (Photo credit: Christos Tsoumplekas (Back again!))

Well, after some thought last week after reading the comment threads, I realized that I need to stop my NaNoWriMo project.  Well, not stop, but escape it for a while.  I needed to play a bit… and, to borrow Ruth Nestvold’s term from her apt post on changing her NaNo-focus, I needed to change horses in mid-stream.

I reached for a fanfiction I’ve been working off and on again at for the past few years.  One of those sandbox pieces that I use to practice my characters in…  Because I was really having trouble creating the father/son dynamic I wanted to portray between Alanii and his father, I figured I’d explore the father/son dynamic between Alanii and his son in the far future.

So for this WIPpet, I give you five paragraphs for the 27th.  7-2…

Still, he knew how close he’d been to death when he’d attempted that escape. He’d hoped to die in the attempt. No fifteen year old should have to pray for peace that way. He would have died if it hadn’t been for Chaz…Chaz and his father.

His father–he’d hated the man all these years, damned him for the abuse he’d received, even knowing that he’d never have lived as long as he had without the man’s near invisible guidance. What had torn them apart before he’d even been born?

Auguste Rodin

Auguste Rodin (Photo credit: rocor)

No doubt it had been Daryl. Daryl’s spiteful act of sending him to the Mines suggested that well enough. He considered what little he knew about his mother. He’d only seen her once or twice. She’d been as distant as the Andar. One time he did remember, she’d backed away from him, backed away as if he’d hurt her, if he a three-year old boy had hurt her. When Avdotya chided her, she’d… Oh, he remembered what she’d said. The very acid in her tone had burned those words in his mind. ‘We didn’t want him, either of us, Mother. How could Father force something so horrible on us like this?’

He clutched at the ring. Maybe he was just making excuses for the man who had fathered him. Maybe it wasn’t that way at all. Maybe he was mis-remembering.

But if he wasn’t…. Dear Goddess, he pitied his father.

Cheers to K.L. Schwengel at My Random Muse!  She hosts WIPpet Wednesdays (it is like herding cats, after all) for us.  WIPeteers post pieces of a draft (Work In Progress) that somehow relate with the date at the group linky and bravely invite company, comments…  even gentle (or not-so gentle) critiques.

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picture of my office

In All its Chaotic Glory

Yep…  If you saw above, you know how it is.  I had to change direction, and I needed to avoid the temptation of online.  When I was writing, I wasn’t happy at all with anything I’d written (not even in the “this sucks but I can edit it later” but as in my Muse and I both were looking at the wordcount I was trying to force out and said to each other “Ack! Ptooey!“).

When I start losing connection to character I’ve spent as much time with as I’ve spent with Alanii, something is wrong.  Even he wasn’t happy with the direction most things were headed in (well, except the sex scene…  he seemed to like that 😀 ).

NaNoWriMo Calendar 2012 Fresh Ribbon A

NaNoWriMo Calendar 2012 Fresh Ribbon A (Photo credit: Monda@NoTelling)

Anyway, I’m still working on Courting, but I brought back The Dots*  to work on alongside the main project.  I’m still working on handwritten pages, but the consistency has gotten spotty.  I haven’t bothered to update my NaNoWriMo tally in a few weeks…  Oh, well.   As John Holton over at Sound of One Hand Typing has noted on a few times, anyone can copy in some text for the word count.  I’ve decided that a real victory in a Writing Month challenge comes when one gains a writing habit.

And I need to work on that one a bit more before I call myself a winner, no matter what my wordcount is.

* Re: The Dots:  I named that fanfiction off of the file names I’d used in my original WP 5.1 files, DotDot.Dot, DotDash.Dot, etc; and all the files were in the old DOS 8.3 convention.  Yes, I’m a bit of a geek.  And yes, I was still using WordPerfect 5.1 two years ago.  I used it last month.

What do you mean it’s Wednesday already?

It’s that time of the week again….  What do you mean it’s Wednesday already?  Didn’t Sunday just go by with me saying that I needed to reassess (and reduce) my goals?  Oh, yes, it did.  Ah well.  Here we go again.  ROW80 check-in (here are my updated goals for reference…they don’t include the goals for the Fifty/Fifty/Me or the Telling Tales 2012 Challenges which fortunately seem to be rolling along quite comfortably as I note below). Continue reading