Third day in, and all seems good! Of course, good is a relative word. After work, kids, and everything else, I have to stay really late to finish my goals.
Yesterday I wrote till 3am, for example.
It's not easy, but I am so excited to be participating in NaNoWriMo this year, staying till 3 or 4am doesn't seem so bad.
And the most important thing... my blank pages are filling out!
It's ugly, and rushed, and half of it might need to be cut out at some point, but I am making progress on Book 3 in my Witch World series.
During these November days I might even give a few hints about what's it about, and who are the culprits of my not being able to sleep. But for now, this is it. :)
For so many years now people have been imagining traveling through time to find out the future or even change the past. There are so many theories on how the time travel works, or if paradoxes even exist. I cant lie, I'm one of those who have imagined such an adventure. And it didn't matter if it involved a flux capacitor, or magical doorways in the middle of the ancient ruins. I love letting my imagination take me places.
But what I didn't realize was that I already own a time machine of sorts.
Every time I sit down to write, or edit what I've already written, I have to jump through events of the story. One moment my protagonists are hating each other, and next - they are working together, or haven't even met.
It might seem silly that I'm realizing this only now, but the thing is - I'm a pantser. My stories tend to be already there, in my mind, when I start to write. I let the characters dictate the story, not the other way round.
I tried being the puppeteer and realized it doesn't work. If anything, that's a recipe for disaster, resulting in me banging my head against the wall. So now, I'm a content overseer, who loves experiencing the story through my characters.
So how did I come up with the time machine realization, you ask me? Well, the fault lies in NaNoWriMo.
I've never participated. But this year I decided - what the hell. So what if I'm working 10 hours/day and then coming home to my two kids; so what if I'm a perfectionist who can't write a sentence if it's not perfect. I'm doing it!
I don't know if I'll manage to write 50k in 30 days, but I'll definitely try.
No grammar, no editing, no ... just writing (just like this blog post was born - I started wit time machines, and ended with NaNoWriMo... two topics that don't have much in common, or so it would seem).
And since I imagine it will be hard for me to ignore my desire to edit, or to think through the dialog before putting it down, I decided to have a rough outline of my book.
Another first for me!
As you can probably see, I'm not done yet. But come November, it's going to be a different sight.
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And now, if you haven’t run scared, let’s continue…
The luxury hotels, hot saunas, and an amazing view will enslave you? Nice spin. It’s obvious you have an overactive imagination. The only thing that is right with that sentence is the enslaving part. As in literally – enslave you.
But, if that’s what you are into … who am I to judge?
I have good news and bad news. The good - the view is to die for. The bad - you can’t really die. Not for long anyway. On the other hand, both news are bad. Get used to it - you are in Zcuran, or as most simply call it Hell.
Now if you turn to your left you'll see the Pits of Zcuran - a great place to shed skin layers, and more. And if you'll look to your right - why are you even looking? No one is going to invite you into the town. If the walls were not enough to convince you, the guards will! As for the last stop today, I’ll offer a treat – the bubbling lakes of sulfur in the Northeast.
The view is great, but I wouldn’t recommend swimming there either.
So how about it? Did you like the tour? Hungry for more?
Visit again, or read it all in Forged in Fire!
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One would say this shouldn’t be a question at all – they do what you tell them to do, when you tell them. They are the fruit of the author’s imagination after all. And yet…
When I began writing Forged in Fire I had an interesting conversation with Ciaran (the hero). It went something like this:
Ciaran: What do you think you’re doing?
Ciaran: You need to stop or I won’t be responsible for my actions!
Me: I still don’t understand what the problem is.
Ciaran: My book – more specifically, my heroine. That’s what the problem is!
Me: You’ll like her, I promise.
Ciaran: Riiii-iight. A demoness who is referred to as the Green-Eyed Monster. By everyone in the entire Underworld. What’s not to like? I don’t see this ending well for me. I really don’t.
Me: You don’t need to see it. All you need to do is trust me.
Ciaran: Last time I trusted you, I ended up in Hell, of all places. Sorry if I’m not jumping off the cliff. Again.
I lost everything: my siblings and the life I had. I’ve been subjected to one bad situation after another. I watched my freedom being taken away and I didn’t say a word. I endured it because I couldn’t let that demon harm my newborn nephews. But everything has its limits. I may have given my freedom, but not my dignity.
Isn’t that enough for you?
Me: No??? [I ask a bit sheepishly.]
Ciaran: That’s it. I quit!
Me: I only accept handwritten letters of resignation.
Ciaran: And where do you suppose I find a pen and paper in the Underworld?
Me: [Trying not to laugh…]
[Ciaran storms out.]
I'm mean, I know. But this was actually really fun – and believe it or not, that’s how I got to know him. Ciaran wasn’t keen on sharing his feelings with me (if I only knew why :D ), but he argued throughout half of the book; until I discovered what was inside him and he discovered that he should trust me!
Now, let’s just hope he won’t mess up all my hard work.
I write books I would love to read with fantasy worlds I would like to be a part of. Where anything is possible, but nothing more magical than love.