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Archive for November, 2010

Progress Report, in which I make a few things official

Another 5K on "From Earth I Have Arisen."  Magic Meter say,

As you can see, we’ve officially crossed over into novella length.  The story proceeds apace, still hurtling toward parts unknown.

Also, if you’ll compare last week’s meter to today’s, you’ll notice that I’ve officially moved the goalposts.  Had to happen sooner or later.  There was never any realistic expectation of bringing this in under 20K.

As for how much further I actually have to go–I’ll let you know when I get there.

In the meantime, your snippet:

Progress Report, in which I make a clear distinction between fiction and real life

Notched 5K on "From Earth I Have Arisen," bringing Magic Meter to here:

Figured out the purpose of that scene I was struggling with last week:  turns out I needed to kill some people.  Truly, I should have thought of that sooner.  Amazing how often violence and mayhem solves my problems.  In fiction, I mean.  I would never think of doing any of this stuff in real life.  Never.  Trust me.

Heh.  Heh.  Heh.

I figure I’m about halfway through this thing.  I suppose I’d have a better estimate if I knew how it was going to end–but as usual, it looks like my muse is dispensing that information on a need-to-know basis only.  That’s just how she operates, folks.  Can’t fight city hall.

Your snippet:

Progress Report, in which I request a compass

Another 3K words on "From Earth I Have Arisen," bringing Magic Meter here:

A disappointing week.  Still having a helluva time focusing.  At least part of the problem–if I may indulge in self-diagnosis for a moment–are the vast stretches of "I don’t know" that loom before me.  I’m up against one of them now.  I have this scene I’m writing, and at the moment, I don’t know why.  I mean, I don’t know what plot purpose the scene serves.  Maybe none, in which case, I shouldn’t be writing it.  But my gut seems to be telling me I need this bit.  At this point, though, I think I should know what I need it for.

I’ve dealt with blank spots before–been right up against them, really–but usually in novels.  In a shorter work, which I’m pretty is what this is, I generally have a better idea where I’m going.  No, I don’t need to have it all mapped out.  But I’m thinking maybe a compass might come in handy.

In the meantime, your snippet: