Spent way too much time pondering whether the bird in the pines is a Clark’s Nutcracker or a Stellar Jay. Do I want a grating kraak kraak kraak krak, or a more talkative twitting sequence of variable notes?
For this scene, grating. Nutcracker it is.
Spent way too much time pondering whether the bird in the pines is a Clark’s Nutcracker or a Stellar Jay. Do I want a grating kraak kraak kraak krak, or a more talkative twitting sequence of variable notes?
For this scene, grating. Nutcracker it is.
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The characters have started raising their voices at one another: conflict over What to Do about It. Maybe I shouldn’t have fed them pizza.
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Sometimes it seems as if my characters are just one big mass of body language and dialogue, twitching and chatting their way from scene to scene. Things happen, and they flock together to talk about it. More things happen, and they talk about that, too. And they twitch.
Nod, smile, laugh, cough, hem, haw, choke. Clear throat, raise brow, lift leg, slap. Throw glance, toss head, push bangs, wail. Flush face, cry tears, bend back, pull.
Lord almighty, stop!
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Today I spent time on time! Events in the novel are taking place at a rapid pace, which I hadn’t anticipated but quite like. I’m needing to double-check the timeline, to make sure it all makes sense.
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The current novel stems from a short story I published several years back titled “Liminal Eyes.” That short story, minus its final scene, is now the first chapter of the novel. Today I used the short story’s final scene as a flashback at the end of chapter six: Trish has now told Spencer that she’s seen the eyes.
Cue ominous music.
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I realized that it’s been a year since Steve’s death. That anniversary adds another layer to events–more agony, more unraveling threads.
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Every morning, I reread the previous day’s writing, which helps me keep heading in the right direction, but in the process of rereading, I find that I’m editing–tweaking sentences for rhythm and so on. I know better than to do sentence-level editing in a first draft, but I end up doing it anyway. That’s slowing me down.
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Uh oh. Five-year-old Kyle has walked off with one of the dog bones to bury it “someplace nice.”
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During the next six weeks, I will be participating in the Clarion West Write-a-thon, working on Eyes on the Mountain, the novel whose progress I’ve been reporting on in this blog. You can sponsor me, if you’d like. For info, or just to read the first scene of the novel, visit http://www.clarionwest.org/members/carolynhill/ .
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Spencer dug up the dog today. It’s a scene I’ve been driving to get to for over a week. Got there. Sad.
Dug deep.
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