In My Time of Thinking

Yesterday wasn’t writing time, or editing time, it was time to sit and do as little as possible.  Usually I’m busy when I finish a 7:45 to 4:15 time at The Burg, but then I had to run out and do the paperwork thing for where I’m getting a few items for my new place, then I had to eat, so by the time I returned to the hotel it was pressing close to six and I was a bit worn out from the day.

I didn’t write, but I thought.  I thought about writing.  That counts, you know.

There are so many moments in my life where I’m thinking about what to work.  Sometimes I sit and think about what I want to write:  shorter stories, novels, articles, or just a post on the blog.  Like last night, I was thinking not about the end of my current story–which I will finish tonight–but an article I’ve put off for a while, and another story idea which I should ignore, but cannot.  Hint:  it’s erotic fantasy,  I shouldn’t write it, but . . . of late my mind has been filled with that, probably due to all the jokes I make about unicorn porn.  Maybe I could do something that’s a cross between Lovecraft and Russ Myers:  call it, The Shadow Over Ann’s Butt.  Could be a winner.

I’m also getting my mind prepared for NaNo, and that means I’m getting my novel in place.  Soon it will be time to plot, for the story, while there are ideas, has no structure.  I know what I want to do, but not where to go.  I’m not even sure of the ending at this point, though I know it ends with sleeping.  it’s just a question of where that sleeping takes place.  I have my Number One answer for that, but I want to get the scene solidified in my head before I go there.

The biggest part of the next novel is going to be a lexicon.  I have to come up with a lot of different terms, and even a bit of history, and that’s going to take most of the month of October.  You would think that after I’ve spent so much time with this world I’d have it all worked out, but there are bits and piece that remain floating about, waiting for pickup.  If you’re building a believable world, you need to have the terms figured out.  I’m close there, but not all the way.  What remains is to get it all down and finished, so when I start writing I don’t have to wonder, “What is that called?”  I know.  If I don’t know, I look it up in one of my tables.

It’s simple.  All one has to do is figure it out.

I was doing that a little last night, imagining conversations where terms are used.  When you imagine it that way, it gives the term body and semblance:  it gives it meaning.  It has to sound right when the story is read, otherwise the terms fall flat, and the reader loses interest.  I still have time to get this together, but time is running out.

You may think two months is a long time to get a novel ready.

Try it using Writer’s Relativity.  You’ll be surprised.