There was far less actual writing this past week, and definitely more thinking about writing. Here’s what I thought:
“I’m almost done with Part I! I’m almost done with Part I!”
Here’s what I did:
False started the last Part I chapter about four times. First, I started it at the wrong time with the wrong character. Then I started it with just the wrong character. Then I started at the wrong time with the right character. Then I got the right character in the right place at the right time and got five pages in before realizing –
I needed to change the trajectory of the chapter!
…Which was actually pretty exciting because now there’s gonna be a lot more action instead of navel-gazing. However, it did make me re-think how I was going to handle the opening chapters of Part II. In a good way because now the characters have something I was trying to force on them before: motivation. I think this adjustment will feel more natural. (And, since I’m sort of cheating and doing Part II as my NaNo, it also gives me a lot to chew on for 50,000 words.)
All this thinking, however, led to small amounts of physical words-on-paper. Ah well. I just need to finish one chapter this month anyway.
As I was telling my friend Ali just last night: I’ve read about far too many bodily extremities this past week.
First up: Oryx and Crake by Margaret Atwood. Awesome story.
Annnd also filled with genetically modified humans whose genitalia turn, um, blue when they’re ready to get-it-on. Which was fun, but probably just a little too much information after I’d been exposed to
Second up: Rebellion of the Beasts; or, the Ass is Dead, Long Live the Ass by Leigh Hunt. Written in 1825, you’d think it’d be safe from any kind of extremity mention. Not so. In this pre-Animal Farm send up of monarchy, the animals of the world have rebelled and put a donkey on the throne. Fine.
But, in his description of ridiculous, frivolous royal-court manners…Hunt has a lengthy description of the fine art that is ass-kissing. Literally. Apparently it is a great honor to lick the donkey king’s tail. And, apparently, the closer you’re allowed to lick near the ‘root’, the higher-up in society you are.
So, there you have my week of writing (very little) and my week of reading (too much of a good thing).
What were you guys up to? Hopefully it was a much more wholesome week all around for you.
Jenny writes dark fiction that her mother hates. Her stories and essays have appeared in Across the Margin, Pantheon, Shimmer, Black Denim Lit, Skive, and others. When she’s not writing her own stuff, she’s reading mysteries for Criminal Element. When she’s not writing fiction or reviews, she’s writing/directing/performing/designing plays at Springs Ensemble Theatre.