I have a glass of strawberry moscato at my elbow, my cat at my feet, and a limp bun sagging at the back of my head.
This is when I do most of my writing, it seems. Late at night or early in the morning, when the house is quiet enough for me to breathe. A hot cup of coffee or cool glass of wine at my side, urging me on.
So, without further ado:
I’m approximately a third(ish) of the way through on my manuscript, which is both exciting and disheartening. Every writer works at different speeds, I know. I simply function within a tortoise-like slow and steady pace. And that’s okay, but I’d like to work faster. Perhaps if I get myself in gear and follow R. Q. Woodward’s excellent advice, I can amp up my speeds a little.
Since the story takes place in a futuristic earth (over a thousand years into the future), that naturally requires imagining what has changed in a thousand years, what has remained constant, and what has fallen into disrepair. Which probably should be more exciting than terrifying, but coming from a historical standpoint, it’s still uncomfortable for me.
The latest I’ve dreamed up is some kind of fairly easily diagnosed disease and the medication used to treat it. The research for that (to make it at least a believable disease and medication) is both equally repulsive and mad-scientist-y too. I think. I’ve never been strong in the sciences, so I’m not sure exactly how that might feel. But I imagine it’s something like this fascinating feeling of loose control over something far beyond your own power.
I feel sorry for the poor characters already.
Well, enough about the process, I promised a sneak peak and here it is! A tiny snippet of what I’ve recently written:
I go to tuck my lip into my mouth, but it’s held taught in a chapped shell. “Look, if you want me gone, just give me an I.D. and point me in the direction of the nearest city.”
A laugh bursts from behind the man’s thick beard. “We don’t just give out I.D.s, girl. And even if we-” He stops, head turned to the side.
It takes me a moment, but I hear it too—a distant cry, piercing through the air with a haunting resonance.
Then a second voice, much closer. “Harlan!”
The man turns to the door behind him just before it bursts open. “Harlan!” The woman who flies through reaches for him. “It’s Delci—she’s worse, much worse.”
His hard face finally shows a crack in its composure. “How much?”
“I don’t know what else to do.“ She wrings her pasty-white hands like it’ll render some answer to the problem. “We need to send for someone, Harlan. We have no choice—Kennard won’t be back until Spring.”
Pressing a hand to his heavy brow, he considers a moment. “No, it’s too dangerous.”
“Take me to her.” He follows the woman out the door, fixing me with a hard look before the slab of wood shuts between us and I hear the scraping of a lock falling into place.
More cries fluctuate from somewhere outside the door.
What kind of place is this?
I don’t want to stick around to find out.
Dun dun duuuuuun. Yep, **spoiler** someone has fallen victim to my horrible made-up disease. I’m sorry, but it was a necessary evil to move the story along.
In Other News:
I recently took an online course in Romantic and Sexual Tension that R.Q.Woodward suggested to me, and that was an interesting challenge. I’ll admit that I didn’t realize how many layers go into creating an engrossing Romantic story (whether by itself or within another genre like historical or sci-fi). I got a lot of fantastic pointers for not only romantic development, but character growth as well.
I’m SUPER excited about July’s Camp NaNoWriMo coming up! (Look out for #SpottedSasquatch) I’m still working out what exactly my goal will be. 50k words is the standard, of course, but something as simple as an hour or two of uninterrupted writing every day would be a great habit to enforce during the month. As per R.Q.’s previously mentioned advice, I agree that setting aside designated time for the task is vitally important. Especially when you’re the stay-at-home parent and workdays are ambiguous and never-ending.
I’ll be chiming in soon with a fun book review, but in the meantime, let me know if you’re NaNoWriMo-ing in July or what other summer plans you have!