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Company is coming.
Only…it’s his mother. Next week. My house could be used to shoot horror movies.
I started repainting our spare bedroom two weeks ago and…I hope I can get it done.
I don’t think I will get any writing done next week. Mother-in-law…or…writing. More like married or divorced. Ha. Continue reading
My hands trembled.
I copied my old Scene One into my new Scrivener folder called Manuscript.
I stared at pages and pages of text. At least I wasn’t facing that blank page which terrifies so many of us.
Then…I giggled. I was doing what my heart had ached to do since I typed THE END back on October 4th.
I will try to capture my experiences and little lessons I learned. So, if you are looking to read my story, you have two choices. You could wait until I publish. Or, you could join Scribophile and become one of my critique partners. After all, I might want to sell this some day, right? Continue reading
I wrote about my reaction. I was impressed…that I wasn’t depressed.
Tonight? I’m five scenes into my revised manuscript.
In between? Two funerals and two how-to-write-books books.
Two family funerals tore my heart out. I had nothing left with which to write. For several weeks I wondered if I would ever write again. But, I came back.
One of the things holding me back was my abysmal lack of understanding of writing scenes. I found Sandra Scofield’s Scene Book, and did lots of exercises. I learned how to balance scenes by dividing my words up into physical beats, setting and description and internalities.
I’d read enough stories that I could conjure up scenes that worked for me, without any hope of explaining why they worked. And, at some point, I’d studied Jack Bickham’s Scene and Structure.
So, what did I know?
Dialog was like ping-pong. Only two could play. One was my POV. Another was her antagonist. She wanted something. His goal? Keep her from getting it. And they went back and forth. Eventually, he won and she lost. She wound up worse off than she started.
And, I knew sequels followed scenes. Action happened during scenes. Afterward, my POV would emotionally react to what happened, try to make sense of it, and plan her next move.
What I Did In 2014.
What I Plan To Do In 2015.
Christmas and Family were my focuses. I wrote when I could. I finally read my hibernating WIP.
Halloween. Thanksgiving. Christmas.
Butterflies swirled as I stared at an entire pack of paper. My title page boldly proclaimed Scepter’s Sacrifice. Was it junk, as Hemingway prophesied all first drafts to be? Did it do Deheya justice? Could I just upload it to Amazon and slap $3.99 on it?
Not exactly. Not yet. If I wanted to embarrass myself.
Did I like it well enough to finish it?
When I was Christmas shopping, I picked up printer paper. I thought about printer cartridges and decided to pass. Christmas loomed. I plunged into wrapping presents, trimming trees, cooking, being with my family. At odd moments, I wondered what I would think. I didn’t dare tell my family and friends.
I was in my favorite used book store and found The Scene Book – A Primer For The Fiction Writer by Sandra Scofield. I’m working through her exercises. Chapter five emphasized pulse.
In summary, I discovered the following. A scene’s pulse is the passion and urgency that drives the character to achieve their scene goal and their story goal. Every scene should build toward the story question.
Story and scene pulse provide the constant backdrop, scene by scene, for the entire story. Everything that anyone says, or thinks, or does, should serve that end. Characters must have passion and drive to reach their goal. And anything that obscures or muddies that effort needs t be removed. Continue reading