Not much writing wise got accomplished last night–and yet, there was. It was a weird, raining night (not dark and stormy, mind you) and I had to door to my balcony open and my fleece jacket on while I did my nails and thought about writing scenes. I kept walking from the computer to the balcony, where I would take in the night air–and the noise of the street twelve stories below–while I let my nails dry. It’s a great way to think and let you mind work on ideas–
I worked on a story. Only it wasn’t my current work in progress. I was thinking along the lines of erotica, because I’ve reread some of the stuff I did years back and I’m interesting in publishing it under another name and seeing if this generates any cash. Be my luck that I’ll end up selling big and I’ll spend the rest of my life writing all sorts of strange stuff for the masses to wank to.
But I believe Gore Vidal started out this way, so there are worse paths to follow.
I also spoke with a friend who read a few of those stories–I’d sent them her way Thursday night–and she told me she’d had a difficult time sleeping because, well, I apparently brought back sexy. She’s also an illustrator, and she let me know she had a few ideas about a couple of the scenes, and she wanted to work up a few preliminary sketches to show. I let her know that if I liked them I’d commission a few more for the story, and use them when I publish–which, honestly, I now feel is a bigger possibility that it was a few months before.
Which brings me back to the current work . . . the Great Cassie Novel on Hold.
Today or tomorrow I’m going to go into one of the scenes and rewrite part of it. If I like what I see, I’ll move on to another scene which needs a rewrite after the previous rewrite didn’t feel right. If I’m satisfied there, then I’ll move on to the new scene that need recreating, and then rewrite the scene that follows.
I know my focus there now, and I have a better feel for the characters. I say I may start the rewrite today because I still have things to work out in the character map, and there’s a few things I want to do with Kerry as well.
The rewrite is coming, however, because yesterday was a Dance on a Volcano sort of day, and it was necessary to, as the lyrics say, get out of the night and out of the dark, into the fire and into the fight. One as to make up their mind if they’re going to continue or just cut and run–and I decided there really isn’t any choice for me. It’s finish the story in a form that isn’t going to embarrass me, and by that I mean I can live with the characters. It won’t be an easy struggle, but I’m certain I’ll find my way through the death zone of expectations that didn’t pan out.
The novel will get finished. That’s all there is to that crap. Just need to stop being worried and get through what needs to be done.
It’s dance on the volcano or die time. I know where I want to go.