I’m not going to say the end of my novel is pleasant, or even hopeful. It’s realistic. And in a real situation, when one has suffered and lost, one learns to survive and adapt. And the society and its citizens are recovering, fragile mentally and economically, so even when it hints at brighter days, there is the intrusion of the pessimistic creeping in. I didn’t plan for my novel to end in tragedy. It was not my design. It ended by its own volition (if that makes sense). There’s even a flavor of Quentin Tarantino in one scene. Think Shakespeare –not the language but the tragic outcomes. Hubris. Power. Greed. Lust. Suicide. Debauchery. Murder. I covered it all.
Sigh. Now what?
Now to convince an agent to represent me. That will surely be an undertaking.
I need a description of an attic in an old New England estate–any takers? I’m willing to pay $100.00 for the best one.
Well, not exactly. I’m lucky if I have $25 in my bank account.
But, sometimes, Lord, I trip over a moment that needs refining, and I can’t move forward until that piece is done, and done right. That means, I have to dig in, research, study images, or, even better, visit an old estate, walk up into the attic–feel, taste, touch it–only then can I write it. Any less, is hogwash–incomplete.
Updates on writing:
I have been at work on my novel and 130 pages in now and feeling good about its direction. I was waffling with the pov and tense, but I have settled on the traditional– third person past tense. It works best.
I have a new title too which is perfect. Yet, I will not share any part of my novel until it’s published.
I realize that the genre a crucial piece, and so I will stick with dystopian–even thought it is ripe with other elements and I’m not sure about the saturation of dystopian. I hope mine is not overdone. It is written with adults in mind, so that is one aspect that is different (maybe). I’m definitely not writing with teens in mind.
My goal is to complete a draft in a month (maybe two). It is a lofty goal, but I think I can do it. Each day I have a new scene, a new idea. I’m immersed so completely that I am drained, at times. I can write up to 10k words in a sitting if I’m focused enough–with few distractions. But then there is the returning for edits, the evolving of a new idea or strand, and on it goes. Always a process.
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