Part three has begun. Maggie is back home, but her troubles haven’t ended; she is sick of words and of having trouble communicating. She wants to paint!
Right now, I’m stoked. The first reader of parts 1 and 2 says that the novel is working. I can stop worrying about part 2!
Thank you, Stephanie.
(Wanna read some mind-blowing fiction? Visit Stephanie’s blog,http://accidentalantenna.wordpress.com/ .)
Part two moves too slowly AND too quickly, intercutting among several POV characters (all in third person), sometimes spending too much time with a character, and sometimes spending too little time, and at this point, I don’t know if any of that time is interesting.
To fix the problem with part two, I should either change the structure, or prune, prune, prune the text. I’ll probably start by pruning, because the structural changes would be massive; I’d have to import sections from part three, which would add even more characters and POVs to the already crowded cast of part two. If I could, I’d let Maggie carry the entire POV for part two, but I’d like the readers to care about the other part-two characters, an effect that would be undermined if I omit their POVs.
The world in part two has to be appealing. If it isn’t, a sequel to Eyes on the Mountain will be less enticing.
Of course, no one has read part two except for me. Maybe it’s better than I think. But probably not. 🙂
(That sticky note on the page says, “Pestle interference @ ends seems irrelevant . . . “, which isn’t the sort of note I want to be leaving myself.)
I’ve gone over the first draft of part two, and I don’t like it nearly as much as part one, mainly because it’s quite different . . . which is a problem, because it is supposed to be quite different. Gotta find a way to make it not quite so “quite” in its difference. Drat.
Reading the first two parts and wondering if I should post a scene that I’ll probably delete from the manuscript.
What say you?
I finished the first draft of part two a few moments ago. Maggie has thrown the white paint and sung the colors.
Almost at the end of part two. It was a short one today, only a page and a half, but it made me cry.
A storm is coming.
As I mentioned in my last post, one of the characters in Eyes on the Mountain is an author named Spencer Farthing who writes a series of novels about Frog Fork. Frog Fork is a strange little town that makes perplexing items like garlic-scented soap, dust for window blinds, and Mel’s Melted Ice.
Because a subplot in Eyes involves a play based on the first of Spencer’s Frog Fork tales, I had to write that tale. Now I’m looking the story over and scratching my head. It breaks several of the rules of good writing, but it works anyway, maybe because it doesn’t try to be anything but what it is: quirky and short.
I’m thinking of posting the tale on the Frog Fork blog sometime this week. If I do, I’ll cross-post here.
Procrastinatory progress this morning, or perhaps it’s anticipatory, but either way, it’s not adding to the word count: I made a logo image for a blog about the Frog Fork series of novels written by Spencer Farthing, a character in Eyes on the Mountain. The blog is called Frog Fork Tales.
Logo image for the “Frog Fork Tales” blog
Spencer Farthing’s Frog Fork: A Series of Extremely Short Novels includes the following titles:
More Frog Fork
Yet More Frog Fork
What, Frog Fork?
I Am Not Frog Fork
I Am Frog Fork
We Are Frog Fork
This One Isn’t Titled Frog Fork