Today I’m doing a guest blog over on the Romance is in the Air, the blog of Linda Bowers Bolton. Though not a lot of romance today: I’m presenting an excerpt from my horror story, Kuntilanak. So pop on over and check it out!
Last night was one of my nights out. I don’t get a lot, but they do come now and then. I couldn’t stay out as late as I normally do, because I have to depart for The Undisclosed Location rather early today–about 8 AM my time, rather than 5 PM or so, as I normally do–because of work related . . . “stuff”. That’s all I’ll say on that matter.
When I drive home–this time, about 11:30 PM–the roads are somewhat clear, and I my thoughts can race along with my vehicle. This latest time, the roads were really clear, and it was pretty much a long stretch of flying through the darkness. The last month or so, there hasn’t been a lot there to race; the thoughts have been empty, with no inspiration or feel present.
Not last night. No, not this time. I had thought, good thoughts . . .
It was time to think of Yogjakarta.
Now, this probably doesn’t mean anything to you. Some of you, the more geography minded, will recognize the name of a city on the island of Java in Indonesia; some of you might even know the city resides within it’s own special district, or that it sits some 28 kilometers from Mount Merapi, the most active volcano in Indonesia, and the city is pretty much flipping off Merapi on a daily basis, daring it to take them out.
What none of you know, at least until now, is that my NaNoWriMo novel is going there.
Last year I wrote Kuntilanak, a horror story that I self published. And, yes, it’s a good horror story, one you can find on Smashwords, Barnes & Noble, and Amazon. Originally I was going to write it for a Halloween collection, but after being told the collection was really looking for things about a thousand words long, I decided to strike out on my own because, at that point, I’d already figured on a story that was going to run over fifteen thousand words.
The rest is, as they say, history.
So a while back I started thinking about what I could do for NaNo. I’m still not certain if I can do it, but I’m going to give it a try. Why? Because I want to. I did it last year, try it again this year. And it allows me more grist for the mill that might be publication, so why not?
But what to do? Well, last year I had the notion that maybe I should continue the story of the characters from Kuntilanak, bring them back together and let them ponder another supernatural mystery. And that’s what I wanted to do . . .
Only last night, the idea began jelling.
I knew how to get my healer from Bali onto the scene. I figured out how he could meet up with his friend, the woman who is a paranormal investigator and a Muslim. I figured out much of the set up. I figured out how the mystery could develop, and how things that shouldn’t be transpiring in Jogyakarta did.
Pretty good for just thirty minutes of driving.
So now, I gotta do a time line. I gotta do my research. And, I gotta come up with a title. ”Cause, you know, November isn’t that far away.
It’s the 21st Century, and you gotta be ready–if you wanna write.
Finally, the week is over. It’s Travel Day, and all I have to do is build a SQL process to update a file, then move a couple of packages to production, then blow the hell out of work and go back home. Of course I’ll fight traffic, but so what? I do that all the time. And this time, I just want out of this hole.
Yesterday evening was the first one that felt like a normal day–even though I almost fell asleep at work. So tired. I’m going to bed 10 PM my normal time, hoping for a nice, long sleep, and I’m up about 3:30 or 4:00 AM every morning. Then I write on the blog, go through all my blog information–which is starting to get a little overwhelming–and then off to work.
Wash, rinse . . . yeah, I know. Boring, boring.
Part Six of Diners at the Memory’s End went very well. Distractions were kept to a very minimum, and that allowed me to roll out 1,199 words in about two hours. Not exactly sterling production, but I spent some of that time helping out someone with a question on ebook formatting, and another part of that time trying to get information on the distance to a cataclysmic variable that is the focal point to this part of the store, and the next couple of parts as well.
At least it felt like the words were rolling fine last night. The conversation between Albert and Meredith, as they walked through the rain, was honest. Albert’s quick mental flash about wishing he could slam someone against a wall was also honest. And I left at a very good point in the story, so I can come back to it tonight and finish it off.
Now all I have to do is figure out what this sucker–CQ Draconis, that is–might look like from space. Piece of cake, right?
I did come up with something else as well: I believe I have the idea I’m going to use for NaNoWriMo, 2012. That’s right, I’m considering tackling this insanity once more, and why not? I can set aside the month of November to engage in self flagellation, and do what I can to crank out another novel. But it helps to have a plan, and I believe I know what that plan is–
I’m looking to do a follow-up to my story Kuntilanak.
No details, because, why would I? I mean, I know what I want to write. I have the basic idea for the story laid out in my head, and have for some time. I do need to do a little research on something–a something that’s important to the story–then plot the thing out and . . . hey, I’m ready to do deed.
I’ll be interesting to see if I can actually keep up this year. If I come home from work it’s going to be a case of sitting at the computer and getting in a good three hours of writing, just to stay ahead of that evil line that everyone has in their profile. My only worry is that this story might have a little too much padding, that it’s not cut out to be a novel, but rather another novella.
Like I said, I have a plan.
Nothing is always absolutely so, you know?