Category Archives: Writing

A Method to It

Winter                                                                Winter Moon

As you might have noticed, I’m doing an end of year summing up by quarters.  The method is to go through the list of posts for the quarter, check out what’s in them and try to come up with a thread, a throughline for that time period.  I’ve not done this before and it’s kind of fun, rolling back the days and months.  In fact, when Ancientrails reaches its 10th birthday on February 5th, 2015, I think I’ll do the decade.  That should be interesting.

The setting of a new year date encourages this sort of retrospective, a sort of see it, acknowledge it, set it in the past where it belongs and face forward moment.  This blog serves several purposes.   It’s an online journal, a weblog.  It’s a form of communication with a wide number of people.  Around 2,000 visits or so a month.  It’s a cultural relic. It also shows one of the many variants on human existence and in so doing allows others to either be affirmed or offended.  Both are important.

Anyhow, I’ll finish up the quarterly posts on Monday.  Then we’ll back to the usual.

 

A Warm World

Winter                                                                   Winter Moon

Those words, Winter/Winter Moon, above the posts signal the cozy world I inhabit right now.  It gets cold and snowy outside.  I turn on the green gas stove, sit down at my computer and find out what Ovid meant or what it is I will mean when I write Loki’s children.  My yixing teapots fill up and drain, infusion after infusion, Yunnan White Needle or Master Han’s Looseleaf Pu’er. One clear and flavorful, the other dark and rich.

(pu’er tea)

The light fades and I prepare to workout, that 45 minute to an hour moment of very physical activity.  I enjoy it, miss it when I don’t do it, but all the same I wish I didn’t need to do it.

After that there’s supper, some TV or a book, or both, with Kate, then later bedtime.  Over night the study cools down and the next morning I get up and turn on the green gas stove. It’s winter, cold and snowy outside.

The Story So Far

Winter                                                       Winter Moon

Working in Dramatica this morning.  This software forces me consider aspects of story I’ve not paid attention to in the past, at least not intentionally.  Much of storytelling, of course, is a product of having read and listened to stories for a lifetime, but when creating one it’s natural to overemphasize certain aspects and neglect others.  Though Dramatica seems overly determined at times, it’s emphasis on structure and plot throughlines has me imagining different ways to get my story out to the reader.

Let me give you one example.  My main character, John, begins Loki’s Children with one book’s work behind him.  He spent that book working through landing on another planet, in another solar system and in the body of a different person.  He was missing and by the end he has been found.

In Loki’s Children, on the other hand, he will struggle with whether he is alien to Tailte (the new planet) or a citizen.  His answer matters because Tailte is about to undergo a series of shocks, tests of its resolve to maintain life as it is known.  John can be the key figure in Tailte’s struggle with these tests or, he can succumb to nostalgia and focus on trying to get back to Earth.

(Thor in Hymir’s boat battling the Midgard Serpent Johann_Heinrich_Füssli  1788)

Having this level of clarity about John in Loki’s Children, before I wrote my way into it, is very new for me.  And it feels positive.

A Joint Softens in Boiling Water

Samhain                                                           Winter Moon

Started using Dramatica this morning, entering characters, thinking about plot progression and story points.  It forced me into a new way of considering the task of writing a novel, something I want.  If you’re not pushing, you’re going backwards.

It also intimidates me.  My confidence level is never at its highest with writing, but I decided a while back to stick with it, keep on typing.  With Missing I focused on revision.

With Loki’s Children I plan to focus on the craft, creating interesting characters who do things you want to follow and taking the story to a satisfying conclusion.  I’ve considered those things before, of course, they’re basic, but I’ve never given them attention before writing.  I always dove right in.

The new novel feeling for me is like standing on a path that leads into a distant land, a place mostly invisible, over the horizon and writing moves me along the path, opening up new vistas, new experiences as I go.  It’s a lot like travel, maybe exactly like it.  I leave home, familiar territory, behind and go off to see how they do things far away.  And I report back about what I find.

Spent more time with Lycaon this morning, too.  Here’s a snippet, still requires some work, but it shows the heart of Lycaon’s crime.  It’s Jupiter who is speaking:

He had planned to destroy me,

225 weighted with sleep and not expecting dark death.

226 He is not yet measured against my strength: one of the race of Molossa

227 Was put to death for an ambush, his throat opened by a sword.

228 A portion of him softens, half-dead joints in

229 Boiling water, another portion roasted by placing under the fire.

 

Writing A Novel: Phases

Samhain                                                            Winter Moon

Put together a banker’s box of manuscripts used during the several revisions of Missing. That cleaned out a full shelf.  Back at Loki’s Children.  Listened to a fascinating BBC podcast on Norse mythology, organized my research.  There are these very different phases to writing a novel, for me at least.

The first involves the idea beginning to grow, like sugar crystal building a new shape on a suspended piece of string.  The shapes are not uniform and they can look sharp.  Then research begins to consume the development time.  The crystals have now begun to build one on another and the whole string has some small, sweet projection.  At some point the research seems done.  The string is pulled out of the water.

The second phase is more like a snake eating.  The research and the character ideas and the plot ideas somehow inform the fingers as they type, chewing up this piece of data, consuming that idea that seemed good, sliding the whole body around undigestable information.  This is the preliminary draft, perhaps the first draft or some less clear very early version.  It has to sit for awhile, like the snake in the sun, letting the warmth drive digestion.

After this phase or the next one, which ever produces first draft, after the drawer (shelf in my case) has made those words less familiar, more removed, a first revision can occur.  At this point the story begins to become clearer, the characters take on more life. Occasionally, there’s the happy moment.  Hey, I wrote that.  Or, more often, there’s the oh, god, I wrote that moment.  Most of it is in between.

After the rock crystal phase and the snake phase, comes the sculptural phase.  The first two phases are additive, like clay sculpture, where shape builds up on an armature or free form until the desired result.  This third phase, revision, is more like subtractive sculpture, where the artist removes wood or marble to, as Michelangelo’s cliche suggests, reveal the object already there.  It’s not exactly like subtractive sculpture because, unlike marble, a manuscript can take additions as well as subtractions, but the emphasis is usually on what’s not necessary.

This plot line doesn’t serve the story.  This character is unnecessary.  This whole chapter can go and nobody will be harmed.  Of course, there are, too, those additional descriptions, enhanced motivations, now needed scenes.  In the case of Missing I cut out 30,000 words and ended up with a word count roughly the same as the one I started with.

I’m now waiting for Bob Klein to finish and then there will be the work of assimilating his critiques and finishing a last draft before submission.  In January, Missing will start its journey into the world.

Loki

Samhain                                                                   Winter Moon

After a time devoted first to getting Missing ready for the copy editor and a time after that focused on my new translating method, I have returned again to Loki’s Children.  Still in the research phase, still learning and organizing material.  Ready to use Dramatica to start the run-up to actual writing.

(Loki strikes Þjazi with a rod in this picture from an 18th-century Icelandic manuscript)

Right now I’m trying to grasp the Loki figure, his ambiguous, malevolent character; his leading role in the things to come.  How to present him.  Then, how he drags the other characters, already established, into his field, challenging them with the world’s destruction.

The weather and the season are conducive to time focused on the inner world, just right for this phase of work.

Longue Duree

Samhain                                                     Winter Moon

Latin.  Session with tutor today.  Greg says I’m doing the right things.  We’re discussing nuances of translation now, not always my missteps with grammar or case.  Not even mostly.  Latin and writing novels both require a view that goes beyond the immediate horizon, far beyond it.  At least for me.

(Zeus overthrows Cronos Van Haarlem 1588)

My first session with Greg was on January 28, 2010.  This January I will begin my 5th year as a Latin student.  I’m much, much closer to my goal of translating the Metamorphoses; in fact, I’m doing it, just not at the level of proficiency that I want.  I can see getting there, now; though in October, when I began again after spending the summer with the garden and the bees, I despaired.  The lesson from that, I think, is not to stop.  It requires constant practice.

Feeling good about it today.

Missing Gone.

Samhain                                                          Thanksgiving Moon

It’s off to the copy editor.  Missing is gone.  Now in the hands of another.  The first of many, I hope.  Whew.  Wipes forehead of 2+ years of ink-stained effort.  Well, digital disappearing ink, of course.

Now then.  Forward with Loki’s Children using Dramatica.  Forward with Lycaon’s tale in Ovid.  Forward into that garage.  An outside task for the colder days.

Then I’ll get started on pruning the forest.  First up there, clearing the new beeyard.  That will get the woodpile built up and drying begun for 2015.  Any splitting will wait until January when frozen sap will help the process along.

 

 

 

Missing 5.0

Samhain                                                    Thanksgiving Moon

Missing 5.0 is done.  I’ll compile it tomorrow, make it into a word doc and ship it by e-mail to Quickproofs.  I’ve arranged a payment mechanism with them.  When that’s done, I’ll review Bob’s work, make changes.

The next step is getting it out to agents and I already have a good list, though I plan to look at more in the coming week.  E-mail makes the whole process so much easier now.

If you can imagine me with two fists in the air, a slight smile on my face, well, that’s the way I feel right now.  This is not a perfect draft, it still has flaws, but it’s the best draft I’ve created by far.  All the beta readers, all the revising has made it stronger and more coherent.  This is the right time to let go of it and see how it does on its own.

That also means that I’ll crank up my Dramatica learning this week since I want to use it in writing Loki’s Children.  More Latin and research into the Norse myths.  Enough to keep me busy while Kate’s away.

Laying in Supplies

Samhain                                                         Thanksgiving Moon

Ovid got some attention this morning.  Jupiter’s pretty mad at Lycaon.  Mad enough to destroy all of humankind. There’s a flood coming.

Missing in the afternoon.  Adding description, sprucing up the defenses of Hilgo, the Winter Realm’s port city on the Winter Sea and describing the terrain advantages in general for the Winter Realm.

Yesterday’s push left me dry today.  Not as on, but then yesterday was an exception.  The normal is plug alone, plug along, plug along.  Like today.  No magic, just work.  Now, the work was fun. Yes.  But not inspired.  Most often not inspired.

Kate’s been to the library for audio books.  Nebraska is interesting depending on the author you choose.  I’ve been laying in supplies and will make a final sally forth tomorrow to Festival for the last batch.  It’s odd, but being without a car for a week doesn’t daunt me at all.  My work is here and there’s plenty of room around to get outside.  With the food delivery service from Byerly’s I might be able to last quite a time.  As long as there are no doggie or human emergencies.  I have plans in place for those if they occur.

It will be like being a hermit in my own home.  A hermit with three dogs, a computer and an HD TV.