Okay, so I lied. What I thought was one problematic scene, turned out to be three when I finally rolled my sleeves up and dug into the story. Perfectly decent scenes in memory were in fact fraught with awkward wording and choppy mechanics.
Don’t believe me? This was pulled from a scene near the end, just after the hero stalks off during a critical conversation: “She looked like a woman scorned, come to get revenge on her hapless victim. He couldn’t imagine what she was upset about, but whatever it was, he didn’t have time for it.”
First of all, it’s perfectly clear why she’s angry with him. Granted, he’s a man and completely oblivious to most things, but this should be pretty darn obvious to anyone smarter than an armadillo. So there’s that. Second, that’s just crappy phrasing. The whole thing is cringe-worthy, really. So, it has to go, along with several other paragraphs just like it. Sigh.
So, anyway, while I’m off trying to beat my story into shape, you get to enjoy Josh, the skater-turned-model. Happy Monday.
I finished the draft of the siren story on Tuesday, and now I’m deep into rewrites. I have one more pivotal scene to whip into shape, and then it’ll be ready to ship off to my brilliant CPs.
But all this rewriting has gotten me thinking about the Shitty First Draft. The Shitty First Draft, for those of you who don’t know, is the draft where you give yourself permission to suck. Just write, let the crappy words flow, and worry about the rest later. Trouble is, you do eventually have to go back and make sense of those crappy words. That’s the part that frightens me to no end.
A couple books ago, I gave myself permission to just write. I churned out pages like crazy, and eventually finished the book in just under two months. The result was a complete and utter mess. The book went so far off track; I ended up having to cut 50,000+ words just to salvage it. Ouch! It might have worked better if I’d written an outline beforehand, but that’s way too left brain for me. I just dove in, full force, and ended up killing my poor book as a result.
So, the moral of the story is, if you’re going to write a Shitty First Draft, at least have some vague idea where the story is headed before diving in. In rewrites, you’ll be thankful you gave it some thought. Trust me.
This little morsel is Sven. Sven wants to do all kinds of wicked things to you, because he’s naughty like that. He also cooks, cleans, and does laundry. Amazing, right?
I’m in the home stretch for my revisions on my Siren story. Just a couple thousand more words and I’m done! Then comes the hard part–polishing the new words and making them presentable. That may take a week or two. I tend to obsess over every word in those final stages of polishing. But I promised the publisher that I’d have it back to them by September, so that limits the time I have to obsess. Thank goodness!
But I love this story, and I love the characters. I can’t always say that about the books I write, but with this one, it holds true. Maybe that’s because the story is short. Maybe it’s just the pure fantasy of being abducted by a sexy male siren, and forced to surrender to his dark seduction. Whatever the case, it’s a world I love writing, and I’ll be sad when I have to let it go.
I do have a delicious idea for a Regency though. Something I’m DYING to write. That’ll all change, of course, when I finally get words on the page and the plot starts going awry. It always happens. Motivations start getting muddled, plot starts getting less interesting. Maybe if I plot it out better this time around? Let’s hope that works.
I think we can all agree that Mondays, in general, are unpleasant. The weekend is gone, and now we must trudge through another five whole days before tasting freedom again. So, I thought we could use a little something to lift the Monday blues. Let’s call it visual inspiration. For you writers out there, it’s research. Completely necessary in our line of work.
And because I’m in a True Blood mood, I plucked this little gem off the interwebs. The thousand year old Viking, Eric Northman. Isn’t he pretty? He’s just lying there, pondering all the different ways he’s going to make you squeal.
You. Are. Welcome.
And just for fun, here is a youtube video of the actor who plays Eric, Alexander Skarsgard, drunk, dancing to Sexy Back by Justin Timberlake. In spandex, no less. Oh, to be that dude he’s licking…