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Monday, October 29, 2018

The Ups and Downs of Writing

You haven't heard from me in a while. Oh, I've posted a few things here, but I haven't written to you directly. I've been ghosting my own blog.

It's not like I haven't been working every single day on my writing. Fall arrives with its events, both family and professional. I'll confess to having brain space issues as some family matters have demanded the lion's share of my processing capacity. Some days, I feel as if I've been shot out of a canon.

Between trips to New York and throughout New England, I've been diligently working on my fourth novel. An author's deep secret is that we often prefer the solace of our work to real life. We can kill a character or two, or cry at our keyboards as we concoct gut-wrenching situations. The hours spent shaping and refining scenes are some of the most rewarding.

But they are lonely hours, and days can blur together. Finding a way to mark progress and feel accomplished is sometimes hard to do, but I discovered a method.

While writing the first draft, I marked progress by noting my word count. Each time I sat down, I noted the prior day's date and the total word count in my WIP in a separate document. Since I'm a pantser, to get back into the flow, I would revise the prior day's work. Sometimes the word count plummeted as I hacked out sections. (I do have a "Dumped Passages" document, so work is not lost forever.) Once buffed, I advance the story. 

During the first draft phase, I keep my butt parked until I reached the day's goal, typically a net gain of 500 words. A good day was over 1000. Yes, I've had 5000 word days, but not as a norm. The word count inched upwards. I marked each 10K with a colored highlight and a glass of wine.

According to seasoned agents, the sweet spot for the total word target for my genre, suspense/thriller, is between 90K. It can be up to 100K if the author knocks it out of the park. Find Cally's first draft was completed at 91,286 words. 

The first draft is the raw clump of clay on the wheel. Revisions shape and add clarity. I needed to add clarity without adding words. My word count inched up.

This is where the fun part began and I sharpened my skill as a story-teller. By keeping focused on the number of words, I made hard decisions about what advanced the story forward or what passages acted like a sea anchor and slowed my story down. I consolidated dialog and streamlined action. 

My editor weighed in. I added two chapters. My count today is 91,281.

I have agents who have requested a full manuscript of Find Cally. I'm confident I'm presenting the best darned product I can within the target word count that will make their hearts pitter patter. 

And the long wait of the submission process begins, and I'll be counting days and not words. 

I'll be far from idle. You'll find me speaking at libraries and bookstores in New England. I'm muddling through ideas for my fifth novel and I'm thrilled to have sold a short story to Mystery Weekly magazine. 

Oh. It's almost Halloween. No more ghosting. Promise.

6/11/2018               74,219
6/12/2018               75,159
6/13/2018               75,848
6/14/2018               77,150
6/15/2018               78,177
6/17/2018               78,379
6/18/2018               79,489
6/19/2018               80,739
6/21/2018               80,801
6/22/2018               82,043
6/23/2018               83,346
6/24/2018               84,706
6/25/2018               86,222
6/26/2018               89,493
6/27/2018               91,296 First draft Done!!!whoo hoo! Yippee!
7/25/2018               91,836
7/27/2018               91,311
7/30/2018               91,642 first revision minus Dak scene!
8/2/2018                 92,974 – insert of redone Dak interview scene
8/3/2018                 92,486
8/4/2018                 91,984
8/5/2018                 91,711
8/6/2018                 91,404 second revision! Yahoo! It’s BETA time!
8/30/2018               91,410
9/3/2018                 91,390
9/4/2018                 91,884 After V-Day rework
9/5/2018                 91,720 after Mother Love to C4
9/25/2018               91,708
9/26/2018               91,558 after day 1 revision
9/27/2018               91,524
10/1/2018               91,461
10/7/2018               91,257
10/11/2018             91,233
10/14/2018             91,232
10/18/2108             91,273
10/20/2018             91,297

10.29/2018             91,281

Sunday, July 22, 2018

Okay, Fine. Here's an Update

"Where have you been?" you ask. I have no good answer for the dearth of posts except the very lame:
  1.  I've been busy
  2.  It's a brain space thing.
I'm in the throes of revisions for my fourth novel, Find Cally. I'm at the stage where I'm hacking out chunks of chapters, tightening up scenes, and double-checking my research. The fun part is learning about mega-yachts, maritime law, and diesel engines. The tough part has been inhabiting the emotional space of human trafficking. 

And it's harder than I thought it would be. In Find Cally, a hardscrabble dad searches for his teen daughter in the labyrinth of human trafficking helped by a trafficking survivor. I have five emotional layers I've needed to crawl into in order to breathe life into my characters.
  1. The trafficked women: The biggest questions are how did they become involved in "the life" and why do they stay? The reasons are as simple as they are complex. Think of love and safety as viewed through an evil funhouse mirror.
  2. The searching father (Dak Turner): What will a daddy do to protect his little girl? What if that daddy is an alcoholic? Could the pressures drown him in booze making him incapable of searching?
  3. The innocent (Cally Turner): When and how does she realize what's happening to her? Does she see adapting as protecting herself?
  4. The survivor (Sienna Wesson): What scars does she carry? How does she shape her life after leaving "the life"?
  5. The men who profit: Manipulation and subterfuge on so many levels--emotional, social, financial, sexual. If it wasn't so real, it would be fascinating.
I've bonded with the characters. I feel protective over them. I want the women I conjure to emerge unscathed and whole. Why? Because I've volunteered and worked beside survivors as they struggle to regain their sense of power and wholeness. I feel a responsibility to them. 

But part of my responsibility as an author is to bring readers into unfamiliar worlds and to leave them changed by my story. I want them to learn. I want them to feel. I want them to stare at the ceiling at night, wondering.

The unspoken update on my writing life? This book has changed me. I'm struggling to bring a book to life that will change you, too.