Tuesday, April 24, 2007
I've recently come up with a pretty good narrative for a full blown fantasy novel via a strange and mystical route. I'm working a bit on a mystery set in 1930s Hollywood with a director as a main character. The movie he is working on is a version of Beauty & The Beast (I needed something that never existed, but could have existed to be the movie) So I've actually ended up putting together a Beauty and the Beast story from the Beast's point of view based on the movie that never existed (been done before I know, but mine is different from the ones I've read) But I think I might want to save fleshing it out for National Novel Writing Month, as it is short and I wanted to do a fantasy this time.
Thursday, April 19, 2007
Today it's been a whole month since we lost Cookie.
Yesterday, I found the diskette with most of the 2nd draft of the novel I was writing back in the 80's. When I got my first computer, the 25 MHz 386, I mostly wanted to put the novel on it. I'm not sure what happened, why I stopped. It may have been the obsession I developed with starting a career in the computer field. I remembered that 2nd draft as being incomplete, but yesterday I discovered it does have a conclusion, on typescript. So, all I have to do is finish typing it up on the computer, and I'll have a real live novel ms. The part that's already on disk is 42,000 words.
And I like it.
It's full of details I wouild never be able to remember if I tried to write it now. I had forgotten about that cord you used to pull to tell the bus driver to stop, and I didn't remember that LA RTD bus windows had a greenish tint. It's probably a general rule that you shouldn't wait to write about your experiences, that you should hone your perceptions and your ability to describe them by writing about your experience all the time.
I used to do that. When did I stop, and why?
I'm pleased with that 2nd draft. By tinkering with autobiographical material I succeeded in creating characters I like, and experiences a lot more interesting than what really happened.
Yesterday, I found the diskette with most of the 2nd draft of the novel I was writing back in the 80's. When I got my first computer, the 25 MHz 386, I mostly wanted to put the novel on it. I'm not sure what happened, why I stopped. It may have been the obsession I developed with starting a career in the computer field. I remembered that 2nd draft as being incomplete, but yesterday I discovered it does have a conclusion, on typescript. So, all I have to do is finish typing it up on the computer, and I'll have a real live novel ms. The part that's already on disk is 42,000 words.
And I like it.
It's full of details I wouild never be able to remember if I tried to write it now. I had forgotten about that cord you used to pull to tell the bus driver to stop, and I didn't remember that LA RTD bus windows had a greenish tint. It's probably a general rule that you shouldn't wait to write about your experiences, that you should hone your perceptions and your ability to describe them by writing about your experience all the time.
I used to do that. When did I stop, and why?
I'm pleased with that 2nd draft. By tinkering with autobiographical material I succeeded in creating characters I like, and experiences a lot more interesting than what really happened.
Friday, April 06, 2007
Hi all. March was a long month. My cat, Cookie, passed away on Monday March 19, and I miss her so much, all the time.
I'm planning a bunch of submissions to the Writer's Digest competition, including one in the memoir/essay category I hope to write about Cookie. Writing about it helps.
I hope you all are well.
Linda
I'm planning a bunch of submissions to the Writer's Digest competition, including one in the memoir/essay category I hope to write about Cookie. Writing about it helps.
I hope you all are well.
Linda
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