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
Scenes One – Five
I sat down on March 21st.
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
Saving Me From Myself
Eighty-three days since I first read my WIP.
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.
At Last A Practical Guide
Embarrassment doesn’t begin to explain how I feel. I actually wrote an entire novel, 168,000 words, with 84 scenes. And I had almost no idea how to write scenes!
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.