Ghosts, my epic novel atempt, is slowly progressing. Carrie and Red have one last scene together before I can break the storm that's been gathering the whole novel. Another couple of days writting, and I think I'll be there. I have to confess that I'm looking forward to the day it's finished and I can start Pounding it. That point where I have all the clay I need, and I can start moulding it. I'm getting a twitchy editing hand. Still, see it through the blood and teeth, and the long journey gets you more gems than the short one. Currently, it's around 205 thousand words. It's an awful lot, especially when you consider that I'm aiming for the final piece to be around 135k.
In other news, I've been thinking about Pace and Wander's first outing. As you can see, it finally has a name - Butterflies - and I've been working Jean, understanding him, getting into his head and trying to get some idea of a voice for him. I'm hoping a lot of it will come with the writing, the way it's done with Carrie and Ghosts, but I only have the start and no where to go after that. I shouldn't worry too much because I know it'll come and I know I'll force it if doesn't, so I guess we'll see. Also, I've finally found out what animal Wander is. I've been trying to find it for so long and thinking about it so hard, and I knew it was a small animal commanplace in Britan, but I thought it was something avian. The only thing which fitted was Wren, which was okay with me because it ticked all the interlect boxes. Then last night I had a dream with him and Pace in, and he was a rat. I have no idea why and it contrasts sharply with his character, but it just sits so right in a way that none of the others have, so go figure. Guess you've just got to go with what people are telling you, sometimes.
I've just written some stuff in Ghosts which I think is going to be a definite keeper. Carrie's sitting on the sofa in the calm before the storm, her mind drifting and she starts thinking about Dannie and how his poetry was fixated on this idea of people being trapped or things trapping people or not being able to breathe, and she figures that it was Dannie's way of trying to understand the Dark he was constantly fighting. To quote, if I may, "Maybe he wanted to look at it, study it, understand it, and the only way he could do that was to attempt to personify it. He needed to draw diagrams and the came out as poems." So yeah, that was a highlight. I really like that bit. Just hits a nail right on the head for me, emotionally and within the plot.
Lets hope I can get this thing finished soon. It's crying out to be beautiful. I just have to finish getting all the material in place. |