I have to confess: while I was editing another project I realized that I was missing something, and I think you know what I was missing. When is put down almost sixteen months of your life to a single project, you tend to put your heart into said project, and now that it’s not in my life at the moment, things feel lonely and just a little bit empty.
I was looking for ways to keep busy after editing, a little of which was done by catching both Judgement at Nuremberg (a movie I’d only seen the first fifteen minutes of a long time ago), and Dr. Strangelove (which I’ve seen dozens of times and never get tired of seeing, only because I want to exceed my authority and launch a nuclear attack), so I sat down and did something I started on a few days ago. And that something looks a little like this:
I’ve always been curious about the time line of the “books”–I guess I can call them that now–and now I know. The first three are the “shortest” in terms of calendar time, with A For Advanced the shortest of them all. Why? Because it picks up right as the kids are getting ready to leave for Salem, and any discussion of their summertime fun is seen in flashback. The time between the B and C Level books is deliberate: the story, as I see it in my head, actually starts on 2 June, then immediately flashes back to the night before. Why? You’ll have to wait for me to write it, that’s why. But it does, because I know how it starts.
And the last three novels, particularly the last two, cover a year in their lives. In reality, there’s almost no break in the story between the start of the B Level book and the end of the F Level one, save for the month that passes between the D and E Level novels–and you’ll know what’s going to happen in that month because it’ll be discussed at the end of the D Level novel.
There you go: I know the road. Just have to write it now. And know that between the screen borders on the left and right of that shot, I know just about everything that happens to my kids. Everything.
But this didn’t keep me up all night. Nope. I got into something else . . .
First off, I finally moved my Foundation novels off my computer drive and placed them on my external drives for safe keeping. It’s a sad thing, I know, but when I’m finished writing those stories I move them away for safe keeping. And in return I moved something back onto my computer–
I started editing Kolor Ijo last night, and let me tell you, it’s so different to go back into a work you haven’t actually laid eyes on for over two years and started reading it again. As you can see I began editing the Prologue, and . . . oh, boy. Was it a little rough? Yes. Has my style changed? Tremendously.
Reading the prologue was like reading the writing of another author. I was trying for a style and it felt clumsy, as if it were almost experimental. That comes from writing a whole lotta stuff since then–probably close to 600,000 words if you include the end of my latest novel, and not include this blog. It was a little tough getting through the work, and I ended up not only re-writing certain portions, but I cut out about fifty words. That doesn’t seem like much, but it’s likely closer to a hundred when you take into consideration what I rewrote.
This is something I’m doing. My mind is on other things, too, but I do want this story edited and even published. I miss Salem, but I miss some of my other characters as well.
And it’s a change of pace to go back into the horrors of the past.