If by now you haven’t caught on, I write. It’s not my day job–I have one of those where I go into an office and do things and stuff and come home at the end of the day–but it’s one I’ve been doing for a while; just about four years come this September. It is my dream to do this full time, but unless I get the damn books out there for people to read, that will never happen.
If you’ve followed me from the start, you’ll also notice that my writing style has changed considerably. There is a different flow to it these days, far more than when I published my first stories two and three years back. The way I write has changed a great deal, too: probably because I spend so much time now waltzing through these new worlds which now have become old worlds due to my having lived in them for right around two years now–three years if you count the times I’d think all this over while driving back and forth to Indianapolis during the summer of 2012.
Lately, however, the writing has turned into . . . well, I have become heavily involved in a task known as “getting it right.” Particularly with this new story, getting each scene started has become a complete pain finding the right words, the right setting, the right mood. Example One is below. This is the start of the newest scene in my current novel.
(All excerpts from The Foundation Chronicles, Book Two: B For Bewitching, copyright 2015 by Cassidy Frazee)
The evening had reached the point where the coven tower lights would flash three times to indicate the lights were going out in a minute, but on the second floor of Cernunnos Coven there wasn’t a need for lights out, for the lights had been out for nearly an hour while the students used alternate light sources as they relaxed in comfort in the open space outside their rooms.
Penny, Alex, and Jairo had gathered pillows from the ground floor storage and set them out in a circle. Penny and Alex used various spells and enchantments arrange a few of the pillows so they could lay back against them, while Jario prepared local snacks and cool drinks in the small kitchen in the lower level.
While the C Levels were busy, the B Levels did their part to make for a relaxing evening.
Since they’d need light, Annie created several small spheres of cold fire and levitated them overhead. Kerry took musical suggestions from everyone, set them up on his tablet, then set it against the wall between the entrances to the bathrooms, then crafted a spell so the speakers would project the sound around them, making it seem as if they were surrounded by music.
In the blue light of cold fire the five B and C Levels sat listening to music, snacking on tequeños and golfeados while drinking merengadas, and enjoying their company.
That’s just two hundred and thirty-five words–and that took me forever to write. Or close to forty minutes, if my internal guessing is correct. Now, I will admit to about five minutes of research looking up snacks and beverages from Venezuela, which constitutes the last line of the excerpt, but the rest of it was all me sitting in front of the laptop trying to figure out what I want to say. Particularly that first paragraph: that little gem probably took a good fifteen minutes of my life to figure out.
Don’t ask Annie about that last; she’s got a couple of students in mind.
It’s been like that since starting this novel. Getting the scene started usually takes a bit of work, but once it’s going, it’s off and running. Tonight might not be that case, since I’ve got a butt-load of things to do when I get home, but then again, since most of that revolves around laundry, I can write while waiting for things to get clean. At least try and get it finished before Touch of Evil comes on tonight, because that’s one of those movies I don’t like to miss.
There’s nothing wrong with getting it right up front. I know most people who have cut their teeth on NaNoWriMo say, “Write first, then edit later.” To paraphrase Col. Tom Parker, “That’s good enough for you, but what about me?” Not that I haven’t worked on a major edit: I did it last year about this time on the Parts One and Two of A For Advanced. But I like to avoid that if possible, because . . . well, just because. Really, too: I’m laying out the scenes in a far different way than the last novel. The kids are back on familiar ground, so there’s no need for a lot of oohing and aahing. They know the drill, just like when they boarded the plane, and there isn’t much of a need to get back into that–save for the moments like the one above, where my kids are truly in The Pond and becoming part of the student body.
I’ve noticed this popping up more and more. Some of it is likely due to distractions around me, and the mind is looking to focus on something else instead of the task at hand. Writers need to write, but they also need stimulation, and I’ve tried to put that into my life so I don’t keep turning back to a cycle of work, eat, write, sleep again. That way leads to burn out, and I’ve fought with that for too long now. I give into burn out now, and it’s going to be a while before I recover from that.
And there is so much story ahead to tell . . .