o christmas tree

I love it when we get our Christmas tree. Because we don’t want to overdose on Christmas *before* December 25th, we wait until the second weekend of the month to get it. I love its spicy green scent. I love the way the ornaments glint and glitter among the branches. I love sitting in the rocking chair next to it, enjoy its peaceful beauty, the red ribbon, the small fairy lights.

Everyone has their own special ornaments and Christmas tree traditions. We drink egg nog and sing carols after our decorating. It’s specially fun now because the olders are able to join the singalong, too. There are several ornaments that are dear to me: the handmade ones that my kids have made, from painted wooden letters to child-stitched felt ones; the one survivor of a set of four a cousin gave us; a glass ball with a painted panda in a Santa hat from Hong Kong; a porcelain Celtic cross from Ireland.

Thinking about my traditions has made me wonder how my characters would decorate their trees. You know, if they had trees in the first place and celebrated the same holidays.

Kai, for one, would say she didn’t want a tree, but really? She does. She wants to belong, she wants to be part of her people’s traditions. She’d find the most imperfect tree in the lot though; the lopsided one, or the thin and scraggly one, or the one with a crooked top. She’d bring that tree home and she’d decorate it with old and imperfect things she’d find in thrift shops, and natural things like pinecones and winter berries and acorns. She’d string popcorn and drape it around the tree, and put oranges under it. And a pyramid of canned food, which is what she lives on.

The Marquis of Rocquespur (from Quartz)–well, he’d get the biggest showiest tree around. He’d dress the tree up the same way he dresses himself, in shades of purple and gold. His tree would grand, but prickly, with scratchy purple tinsel-y stuff. He’d pick glittery ornaments, like miniature disco balls, covered in mirrors, or sequined stars. Hard, reflective, glitzy, rough-textured. Lots of sharp angles.

Oh, and he’d have colored lights on his tree, too. Annoying blinky colored lights. In randomized patterns. The sort that induce epileptic fits.

Rafe is too busy working to have a tree. Knowing his luck–and dedication to duty–he’d spend Christmas being chased through sewers by bad guys and war machines. But, I have the sneaking suspicion, he’d like to have a family and one day go out, cut down a tree, bring it home and stand it up in the tree stand thingy while the littles danced around excitedly. He’d get the ornament boxes out of the basement, and untangle the lights, and put hooks on all the balls that mysteriously lost theirs. He wouldn’t care what the decorations were—if his family wants all cow ornaments, or just pink ones–that’d be okay with him. He’d  just want to see their faces shining with excitement.

I haven’t mentioned Christmas trees to Isabella, though. I might get The Look.

Your turn. How would your characters decorate their Christmas trees?

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first draft blues

My first draft writing muscles have apparently atrophied during the Year of the Revision. Instead of first draft fun, I’m getting first draft slog. Where’s the wild wonder of unfettered storytelling? After forcing the daily 500 words on to the page, I’m relieved to be done–and more than happy to enjoy Avatar: The Last Airbender guilt-free.

I have so much anxiety about this book. It’s all tying me up in knots. I’ve planned and outlined and mindmapped and brainstormed, but too much is hidden from me still. I’m afraid to write badly, afraid to write anything less than exquisite prose, delightful description, or brilliant characterization After having gone through the work of salvaging a wrecked first draft, I’m afraid of having another mess on my hands. Hence, the slow, over-cautious, pessimistic and perfectionist attitude I’m suffering from.

I’m hoping the daily 500 habit will break that. If not, I may have to up my target to a 1,000 words. Take that, Inner Editor! Let’s see you maintain that stranglehold on my creativity with those kinds of writing speeds. Right Brain, take back the story, or no more Avatar for you.

How’re your writing projects coming along?

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hello, december

I’ve been away a long time from the blog, haven’t I? Somehow November slipped away from me, and December was starting to as well, but I caught the slippery thing firmly with both hands.

You’ll be happy to know that I am out of my Quartz-induced trance and ready to turn to other projects. I spent this evening brainstorming on Cool New Project which is going to be *gulp* much much bigger than anything else I’ve ever worked on. For one, it might have as many as four major characters and two storylines. Probably more, if the worldbuilding ends up being as complex as I expect it will. Not to worry, I have plenty of time to develop this concept while I finish up Kai’s book.

Speaking of which, I read my latest notes on Kai’s book and I’m totally thrilled with the themes and concepts I’m exploring in the story. So thrilled that I went off to interlibrary-loan (yes, I just made that into a verb) books about plutonium and Mongolia. I love how my writer brain puts all these random things together!

I’ve fallen woefully behind on my reading roundups. I’ll play catch up (with brief reviews) the rest of this week. Gotta get my Best of… list ready.

How about you? What are you all up to?

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sunday progress update

Since I finished the typein I have:

* poked and prodded at a short story I started writing a few weeks ago. decided to leave it alone

* read and backed away from a 8K novelette-wannabe short story in need of massive revisions

* found (yay!) and read through all my notes on Kai’s book to refresh my (poor) (aged) memory

* started work on (re)creating the language of Ain (Kai’s homeworld) and fallen asleep to consonant blends and diphthongs floating around my head. also got very stressed out about proper names, though that was probably exhaustion talking.

* and tried very very hard not to peer over David’s shoulder as he’s reading Quartz and ask, “Where are you? Do you like it? Do you really like it or are you just saying that? If you like it, why aren’t you more enthusiastic about it?” and other such unhelpful questions

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kai’s back

You know me. You like me. I’m the quiet one in your group, the one who listens more than she talks, the reliable one. I make sure the waitresses are tipped adequately, and I walk you home when you’re too drunk to be trusted on your own. I mediate when you argue about the merits of two-handed broadswords over that of the sword-and-shield combination. I hold your coats while you test out your theories with blunted homemade weapons and lots of padding, and I step in before you impale yourself in the foot with your own sword.

I listen to you when your girlfriend is no longer interested in your theories of multiple worlds.

I listen to your girlfriend when she complains that you care more about multiple worlds than her.

I blend in. When the rest of the girls dye their hair, I dye mine. When they wear high boots, short skirts and long coats, I dress the same. I’m a rebel–exactly like the rest of you.

You know me. You know that I grew up in the suburbs around New Warden. You know I spent two years in the military like so many of the directionless youth do. You know I rode the rails across the continent and held temporary jobs: fish-packer, strawberry-picker, dock-worker. You know that my life has been a lot like yours, except not as dangerous, adventurous and enlightening.

You think you know me.

You’d be wrong.

I’ve lived in three worlds. I’m an outlaw in two of them.

I’ve killed warriors and betrayed kings. My mother called me demon.

I’m Kai. And this is my story.

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numbers & trivia

Since I haven’t posted about my progress recently:

Kai’s book is at 26, 181 words.

Rainbird (the short story I’m currently working on) is at 1,169 words.

I’ve been researching how to design a winged humanoid (solution: your typical fantasy fairy or angel is highly improbable). Isn’t it amazing the things you can find people discussing (in all seriousness) on the Internet?

I’m tempted to design a whole new race just for fun! But that would be yet another distraction from Rainbird, so I’ll save that as a treat for when it’s done.

Any fun or significant numbers in your life? Any diversions and distractions of the trivial and amusing kind?

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the first draft: slow and steady

Definitely slow, not as steady as I would like. I’m 18.5 K into the story, solidly in the part where all the political intrigue comes into play. I have at least one cool scene coming up which is going to throw my MC into a tailspin and send her running for her life. Is it mean of me to be looking forward to writing that?

My main goal right now, though, is to get back into the habit of writing. Since it’s very easy for me to be distracted by things that are not as hard to do as writing (Internet, video games, reading) and the urgent-but-not-important (almost all housekeeping tasks), I’ve set the bar low for myself: 500 words a day, 5 days a week. That gives me days off, and prevents me from using the excuses of “I’m too tired”, “I don’t have enough time”, and “It’s been a long day” (when are they not??). 500 words a day on a first draft? That’s peanuts. I can do this.

I’m also using author Holly Lisle as a pacesetter, having taken her up on her Write a Book With Me offer. Just posting my wordcounts on her daily threads and enjoying the support of the community she’s created is good for my motivation.

Beginning a writing session is always the hardest part for me. I can spend all day wanting to get to my nightly session. I can think story and plot plots and scheme schemes while washing dishes, vacuuming, and driving. Then the time *finally* comes to sit and write and I got nothing. No fizz, no drive. It’s like wanting to go for a swim and you finally get to the edge of the pool and realize it’s cooooold in there. So you stand there shivering, unable to take the plunge.

So here’s what I came up with to ease myself back into the story: I created a novel journal document and before (and sometimes after) every writing session I throw down all my thoughts about the story: why it’s stupid, what I want to accomplish in the scene I’m working on, a cool realization that RB threw at me, why my characters suck, why my writing sucks, why my story is totally great, etc. etc. This idea is not original; I got it from an essay by Sue Grafton in the The Complete Handbook of Novel Writing. It’s a good way to get all the uggh out of my system so I can get to my story without all the baggage of self-doubt and “why, bother?” and “woe is me, for I am an untalented hack” and all that.

It’s also a handy place to keep notes on my next scene so when I come back to it, I have a map for how that particular scene should go.

Do you have any rituals/tips/tricks to get you started writing and keep you going?

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the first draft: journey into uncharted territory

I re-started work on Kai’s Book a couple of weeks ago. Here’s the premise, by the by:

A cursed runaway princess, despised by her people, returns from across worlds to save the homeland she fled after committing murder.

The “princess” part is a bit misleading since your typical princess doesn’t exist in this world. It’s more Dark Ages than medieval, where the king is just the warlord who has a bit more power than all the other warlords. There’s also a viking-type world and a steampunk world thrown in there, which makes things rather fun, especially since Kai crosses over to all of them in the first three chapters.

It’s been a long time since I worked on a first draft of a novel. I had a hard time getting back into the mindset. While looking through my notes, I was rather disturbed by the fact that large swathes of plot were completely unknown to me. Even intensive brainstorming and extensive freewriting didn’t bring these areas to light. I was getting rather worried there…

Then I remembered.

Novel first drafts are like setting out on a journey with a very rudimentary map. The starting point is pretty clear–the star on the northern coast of the continent with a You Are Here right above it–and the ending is generally also somewhat known–that nice beach somewhere down on the balmy southern coast. Between those two points, however, are blank areas with no features, save for maybe a large lake or two in your way and a mountain range bisecting the entire continent (of course!). Off in the fringes are places marked Here Be Dragons.

If you’re lucky, you packed well.

Usually, you didn’t. Usually you didn’t anticipate the desert that appeared right before the mountains, or the landslide that buries your pack mule halfway through the range, or the acidic spores of the Mushroom Forest, or the townspeople that seize you and put you to work in the peanut fields for wearing purple on a Thursday.

But that’s the joy of writing novels. The story is full of surprises, forcing you to be quick-footed and quick-witted, and dealing with the consequences if you’re not.

Not only is writing fun, it’s adventurous. Now that I’ve remembered that, I’m happy to have only a couple scenes plotted out in advance of where I am. More scenes will come to light. They always do.

I just have to keep going on, even if it’s through the Vermilion Marshes of Man-Eating Flies.

How’s your writing going?

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midmonth thoughts

So far this month, I have:

  1. Got a total of 9K words on the new book
  2. Revised and submitted a short
  3. And am in the process of revising another short

My plan was revise and submit three shorts this month. One was to be the latest Elinor story, but I think I need to write a prequel first. The story I have just doesn’t have the high stakes and desperation that it should. I know, I can’t give Elinor a break. Things have to keep getting worse for her.

I went back into the vault and dug up a short I wrote a few years ago (titled Glider World: A Story; intriguing I know). I’ve always liked this story, but something about the way I resolved the plot bothered me. I thought up a fix, but that would mean gutting the story, changing the locale and throwing out most of the 7K words I’ve written on it. Worth it? I don’t know. I see short stories as one-shot things; either they work or they don’t, moving right along now.

My next contender I can’t find a good market for.

It’s not been the best writing month for me. My constant companion has been this niggling little voice whispering and whispering, “Why bother? There are so many better writers out there. Just sit back and enjoy their books. Why bother? There are so many books in the world already, more than anyone could possibly read. Why bother?” I’m ignoring it, but I’d be lying if I said that it hasn’t negatively affected my motivation.

This is not a very cheerful post, is it? How are you doing?

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ah, yes. i write. some times.

It occurs to me that I have neglected to report my writing progress of late. Not that there is much progress to report. Cold-suffering kids, cranky kids, cuddle-wanting kids; evening time brain numbness; the siren-song lure of fantasy novels and my own lack of self-discipline have made the progress slow.

However.

I did finish tinkering with that synopsis.

And I took advantage of D. being home on weekends to disappear into my room to write. I’ve got 6,410 words on Kai’s book (title, please?) to show for it. This is my How to Think Sideways novel and I’ve had success using some of Holly’s tricks to come up with plot goodness. Clustering, character and world worksheets, and the Law of Unintended Consequences have been my friends. My Muse (or subconscious or brain or spleen or whatever part of me that does the creative thing) is keeping about two scenes ahead of me, which is fine. It’s a bit boring to have the whole book charted out ahead of time. I like my unexplored off-the-edge territories and the parts labeled Here Be Dragons. Specifically, I like throwing my characters into those areas and seeing what they can scare up. Heh.

My goal for the month is to get my wordcount for this book up to 12K.

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