Just under the wire, but here is this week’s writing update.
I have…a plethora of stories at the moment. I wish I could say these were all new stories. Most of them were written in the Fall, then set in a drawer to percolate while I worked first on NanoWriMo, then on the latest novel draft (huh…I just realized I wrote two novels back to back in the last six months. Go me.) What I am left with is a veritable plethora of stories, though.
I have the stories I’m revising that were in the drawer, as well as new stories dancing in the periphery. For the first time, ever, I have 2 stories out with 4 beta readers at the same time. The real kicker is that one of them, a space opera, wasn’t satisfying enough to me in the first draft, so I sat down and rewrote it from scratch (it’s practically a completely different story now).
What does this mean? A lot of checking my inbox for feedback emails, all the while biting at the bit wondering why I haven’t heard anything back from folks yet (it’s been, at most, a few days. It’ll probably be another week.). But this also means that I’m quickly running out of beta readers. I dont’ feel right asking the same folks more than once. I guess I better get this writing thing down right while I still have the kindness of others.
And that’s where I’m at with writing this week. Hope things are faring well on your end!
Brigantine Amazon entering Marseilles in November 1861. She was later renamed Mary Celeste, as which she became the well-known ghost ship. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
As background, my current writing project tackles the question of mysterious disappearances – sort of. Mostly, its a SyFy Channel treatment of the subject, so future readers shouldn’t get their hopes up for deep discussions (it’s a creature feature story, and I must admit I’m having a lot of fun writing it). But out of curiosity, I did some simple math today, and found this…intriguing pattern.
If you take the difference of these two dates (the 1586 is a bit of a fudge – the colony was out of contact for three years, so it could have happened any time in that time frame), you get 286 years apart. Now these were just the two that popped into mind, and being curious if I could force a pattern out of this, I divided that number in two and got 143 years (under the assumption it happened more often, and because this first answer didn’t quite help me)(I’m writing fiction, I get to make the facts fit!). And 1872 + 143 = 2015!
So, assuming a cycle as long as 143 years (but maybe only 70 something!), we can expect another small population to just vanish this year. You’re welcome.
English: Image of Kentucky poet Madison Cawein writing at his desk. From The Story of a Poet: Madison Cawein by Otto Arthur Rothert. J. P. Morten and Company, 1921. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
I know, I almost didn’t make it to my weekly update. Let’s get to this real fast so I can get back to working on it.
Are you done yet?
I thought you were going to be done last week? What happened?
I thought I was too. I wrote every day – I’m currently averaging 1264 words a day – but I still didn’t finish. Yesterday, I made it to 80k, and its for naught. Why? Because the STORY isn’t done yet. It looks like there’s another 4 or 5k left to write. Unless I realize I forgot something else, or the STORY dictates otherwise. I won’t drag a story on longer than it needs to be, but I also won’t quelch one before its time. If I can manage 1k a day, that’s this week. If not, or its longer…well, you know how it goes.
This format seems familiar…
It’s a common format. Sure, Scalzi’s been using it lately for his novel updates. And Wendig, well, he’s always using it. But he uses more cursing than I do. I think he has tourettes. Or he’s secure in writing his mind. Me, I’m still coming to grips with sharing, and the fact that I’ve agreed to publish on my novels on my own after they get a fair cycle through agent-space (which might be years, so don’t hold your breath). ANYWAY. I need to get writing so I can finish. I can’t keep working on this novel – yesterday I wrote 2k, then during dinner began plotting another novel. Insanity.