Mood For the Day

What is that mood?  It’s bad, it’s ugly, it’s evil!

Or is it just Camp NaNo nearing the end?

The Scouring is into the downward slide now.  When I began working on my story yesterday, I’d written 13,843 words; by the time I’d finished last night, I found myself with 13,660 to go.  Weird symmetry:  you gotta love it.  Today I could end up with about eighteen thousand five hundred written:  tomorrow I should pass the twenty thousand mark.  According to my NaNo Stats, I should finish up this coming Saturday.

I’m past all the set up and now into the meat of the story, which is to say it’s killing time.  Big battle coming up, and I’m ready to start writing in things little scene by scene.  Or not so little as the case may be.  The “little scene” I wrote for the last chapter of Part Two of my story ended up being one word short of twelve hundred exactly.  I hope things are different with some of the scenes in this part of the story, but knowing me, it might not be so.

At least I know the weather; no need to look that up again.

I haven’t actually written action like this in a while, because the majority of the time I don’t have characters duking it out to see who’ll end up on top.  Probably the reason why I’m going to keep the action set up in little scenes that I’ll tie together when I’m compiling the story at the end.  Again, one of the things I love about Scrivener:  I can organize this section into chapters however I like.  Though I’ve a pretty good idea of when my breaks start, so I’ll start with that and edit where needed.

So, a few hundred more words in my current chapter, then a few hundred in another scene, and then another few hundred in the scene after that, and then . . .

It all turns to hell.  Or so I hope.

I’m looking at my layout in Scrivener right now, and I’m seeing the story unfolding.  I look at the descriptions I’ve written down almost a month ago, and I know that the twenty or thirty words that give me an idea of what should happen at those points are going to expand into something that will require so much explanation–

There was a question on the NaNo group this morning:  which genre would be the easiest to write?  While there are some genres I likely wouldn’t write well–mystery is one–I think asking which genre is the easiest to write is like asking which hurts more:  falling from one hundred feet, or falling from ninety?  Doesn’t matter, it’s likely you’re going to end up dead either way.

Writing is the same way, only without the death on your part–usually.  If you suck writing one genre, is it because you’re not suited to that genre, or because you suck as a writer?  The first story I ever wrote was a horror story, and it sucked.  Really, I wouldn’t lie to you.  My ex thought it was the greatest thing ever done, but when I think about all the clichéd crap I put in that tale, it’s was a wonder I ever tried writing after that.

I’ve written horror since.  Not because it’s a simple genre; I wrote horror because I had something to tell.  Also, I’m a much better writer now, so writing those stories became easier.

Work on your craft.  You’ll be surprised how easy things come–

Okay, maybe not that easy.

Genrely Me

If you write, you tend to write certain stories.  I don’t, for some reason:  I have a published horror story, as well as one of erotica, and I’m getting ready to publish something that’s science fiction.  But most other writers I know do; they write romance, or science fiction, or paranormal, or young adult.  They get into their groove and go with it–

Assuming they know what that groove actually is.

I had a conversation with a writer friend of mine a few days back, and they were trying to figure out the genre for their story.  Now, lets get this out of the way:  they write science fiction.  But when they were looking at all the sub-genres that are offered for self-publishing, they found there were–well, it ain’t just science fiction, let me tell you:


FIC028000 FICTION / Science Fiction / General
FIC028010 FICTION / Science Fiction / Action & Adventure
FIC028070 FICTION / Science Fiction / Apocalyptic & Post-Apocalyptic
FIC028040 FICTION / Science Fiction / Collections & Anthologies
FIC028020 FICTION / Science Fiction / Hard Science Fiction
FIC028050 FICTION / Science Fiction / Military
FIC028030 FICTION / Science Fiction / Space Opera
FIC028060 FICTION / Science Fiction / Steampunk
FIC028080 FICTION / Science Fiction / Time Travel


Sure, you have “Science Fiction, General,” which could be your “regular” science fiction, but what about the rest?  I think about my Transporting series, and where it would fit in that group.  There is time travel, but it’s not really time travel fiction.  It’s hard, but not what I’d call Hard Science Fiction.  There’s action, but not something that would fall under FIC0218010.

Truth is, my Transporting stories are character driven, and all the sci fi trappings are sort of grist for the mill.  Stuff is just there because in that future, who cares about how a warp drive works, you get in the freakin’ ship and go.  I’d probably file my stories under “General” and be done with it.

The problem we have here is that if you don’t have your book in the right spot, it might not sell.  Sure, your story might be about something happening at the end of the world, but is it “Apocalyptic & Post-Apocalyptic”, or is it “Action & Adventure”?  Or is it something else that’s not there?

A question also came up at the same time:  what is this “New Adult” genre?  I had to look that one up as well, ’cause I had no idea.  Come to find out, it’s for people “From their early twenties until about the age of thirty.”  Are we talkin’ people who have crawled out of the Valley of Young Adult, but whom aren’t ready for Full-on Drama?  Or is this another bullshit grouping so publishing houses and pigeonhole a writer’s work more efficiently?

I remember Stephen King once saying his agent was worried he’d get pegged as “a horror writer”.  I’m certain he wasn’t saying that for very long, however, because that horror kept the money rolling.  These days, however, with self-publishing in full-swing, it’s not so much being pegged, it’s finding the damn peg to hang your story upon.

The writing game is hard enough without having to think about what sort of story someone says you’ve actually written.  As it is, some writers just scatershot their stories into a genre and hope for the best.  Others do their research and select that which they think is best.


I just write.

You’ll know where to find my work.


Six of One Down

Last night, after almost three hours of writing, I finished Chapter Six of Suggestive Amusements.  To say it was a chore is something of an understatement; I was tired, my neck hurt, and it seems like I couldn’t concentrate on anything for more than a few minutes at a time.  It felt like the time I had a concussion and life was just one Memento moment after another.

Now, where was I?

I’m up into early novella territory at the moment:  twenty-two thousand, seven hundred twenty words over six chapters.  Not a bad little word count, if I may say so.  If I work out my math this gives me a final count shy of sixty-five thousand words, but I know there are a couple of chapters ahead where that count is likely to get bumped even more.  If I had to make any kind of guess, I’d say this is going to end up somewhere around the seventy thousand point, which is not a bad point to be.

The more I get into the story, however, the more I wonder about the genre.  I’ve finished a good scene that followed the aftermath of sex, and ended up with getting into something that, as I put it into the computer, starting making me wonder just how nuts most guys are.  (No spoilers, because I’m really the daughter of River Song and I take after Mummy.)  But it’s not a story where sex is a big thing–even though the story my main male character is suppose to work on is going  to be a bit of erotica in its own right.

It’s also got a bit of a fantasy vibe to it–I mean, you’re watching someone who’s suppose to be a Greek goddess-like creature crashing your party and telling someone to get their ass to writing–but it’s not actually fantasy.  Oh, sure:  you’re going to see the muse talk with a sister muse over a cup of coffee, but it’s probably going to look more like Training Day than Fables, though I won’t rule out the swearing of the former.

It’s this lack of solid genre that sort of puzzles me.  To me, I’m only telling a story.  To people buying–and they will . . . they better–they want to know:  is it science fiction?  Is it fantasy?  Is it erotica?

To me, the question becomes:  is it entertaining?  ‘Cause if it isn’t, that means it sucks, and who wants to read this crap?

I’m of the mind that this story is going to be full-on epublishing material.  Oh, sure, I can shop this around, but I’m starting to think that if I’m going to have stories that fall into categories that seem to be all over the place, I might as well throw it up into the epublishing cloud and let people have at it.

For the record:  I consider this science fiction.  You have a writer, you have a muse, you have a woman who’s getting friendly with said writer.  And there will be some scenes of fantasy, and things that you can’t explain.

There is a place in the sun for this story.  It’s right over there, as a matter of fact–