Squeaking by

January’s resolution of finishing Nano2011 may or may not happen, seeing as it’s just over 24 hours away from ending. I only have two scenes to do, but one is a love scene and the other is a club scene/gang initiation. I mostly just stare at the screen when I try to write them, but I do want to get it done so I can put it aside for a while and look at it with a fresh eye.

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One of the reasons it didn’t get done (or at least has me down to the wire) is that I was browsing through my old stories that were finished and I came across one that fits a submission in April. I reworked a large chunk of it, made it 7,000 words longer, and now have it sitting waiting for me to re-read and fix up for April. Going to need a beta again. It’s a fantasy short with some tattoo kink, if anyone is interested.
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Working full time and part time is keeping me hopping. It’s also keeping me from writing in some ways, but not enough to actually make me want to stop working both jobs. It’s kind of nice to have work I can always be doing, because it brings structure to my days. I love structure and having a task to complete.
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Okay, off to relax and try to figure out this damn club scene.

It’s 2012, you know what this means.

New year means new resolutions. Considering last year’s attempt lasted 5 or 6 months (maybe), I’m hoping this year will be better. I’m hoping vaguer will help.

1. Send a novel manuscript to a publisher. This mainly means taking the leap and reading what my beta3 has written and seeing what I can do to help the damned thing.
2. I’ve put on some weight since my accident and I need to get it off again. This is an on going challenge, since I was just starting to work out when my previously injured arm started hurting again, then I got a cold (which made doing more than lying there like a beached whale hard to do).
3. Prepare more short stories to be sent to a publisher. There are several special submissions I’m interested in writing something for, and I have some stories that are lying around wondering what I’ll do with them. Even if they get turned down, it’s better than them being lame ducks, right?
4. Be awesome at new part-time job.
[ETA: I’d also like to make monthly resolutions that may or may not be related to the yearly one. The idea that small goals are more achievable.]
What are your resolutions for the new year?

Finding love and lies

Love is an interesting thing. You fall in love, you fall out of love, you can be in love and you can just love. Friends, family, partners, foods, pets, and a good massage. Oh, and sleeping in on the weekend.

I read plenty about love. About lonely men finding love, men having their pick of lovers, and men in rocky relationships. Know what I love about romance novels? They almost always have a happy ending. Life sucks enough, I don’t need my novels to tear me up without slapping on a band-aid (with possibly a shot of morphine).
Know what I hate about romance novels? They almost always have a happy ending. The loser, the loner, the outcast, the misanthrope, and the jerk (if they are the lead character) will find love, whether it’s for now or forever. The other lead character is willing to push boundaries, figure out what’s going on inside the main character’s head and do whatever it takes to get that person to open up and flourish, and in the end love.
I’m pretty sure real life doesn’t go that way.
Most people, myself included, tend to be selfish. Not in a greedy way, but nature makes us tend to worry about ourselves and how A, B, Y, and Z relate to us. Self preservation. I’m honestly amazed people get together at all. I’m single, so I obviously haven’t figured it out yet, but lots of people do get together, fall in love, and have lots of sex (and sometimes babies).
So people, these selfish little beings that are worried about Me, somehow step outside of themselves to see another person. And while doing so, they fall in love, potentially creating more outside creatures that they will love, potentially more than themselves. True, they reap all sorts of benefits like being loved in return, sex, dual incomes, someone else to wash the dishes, and companionship.
Still, it’s pretty amazing. And I hope everyone who is in love treasures how great it is. And I’d love to hear how you fell in love with your significant other (or you can complain about being single, like me).
*I realize the beginning of this post doesn’t completely correlate to the end of this post, but I hope you’ll follow where my cold-infested brain was going.

Nano and pre-Nano

It’s halfway through November and I’m over halfway through my 50,000 words.
So far, so good.
In other good news, the short that I’d been working on before Nano decided it wanted to be finished today, so I spent some time giving it an ending. It’s only 5,800 and pretty much pure smut and probably has a fair amount of work that needs to be done to it, but we shall see.
That’s it. Tired of writing today 🙂

It’s that time of the year again

No, not Halloween.

Nope, not Thanksgiving either.
I’m talking about Nanowrimo, that time of the year where I become (more) antisocial, think about nothing outside of my characters and plotline, and worry myself sick over a few hundred more words.
Gotta love it!
This year’s story is tentatively called “Speak With Their Voices” (from the Poets of the Fall song “Roses”). I look forward to giving you updates on how that story progresses, and if anything shall come of it.
CL is currently with another beta who will give me feedback and, depending on what she says, I will go to a publisher or to the recycling plant (or the garbage heap!). I’m trying not to think about what she’ll say, because that just makes me worry and freak out, which does me no good!
Okay, so consider me on quiet mode for the next month, unless something exciting happens. You can find more current updates on my tumblr, which is for quick and dirty ones: http://www.tumblr.com/blog/alexwhitehall

Cup o’ Ramble

For those of you who don’t know, I have a tumblr where I do more often updates on how my writing/editing is progressing, so I don’t clutter my blog with “I edited 2 pages this week. I suck.” And in case you care, I’m on page 127/191. I wrote 2,600 words today. Most of which might be crap, but we’ll see.

I saw a movie tonight called 29 & Gay (punning on road intersections), talking about a gay man who is 29 and unhappy with his life. Only a year behind him, it certainly hit close to home. Sure, I’m happier with my life overall than he was, but romantically, I could totally understand. So it was an interesting insight into the coupling scene. Not that I’m recommending the movie, it was overall mediocre. I’m not actually sure why I’m sharing this, only that after seeing that movie, I wrote 2,600 words. So maybe it was a good thing.
Also, you may have noticed my blog address changed from something vague and mysterious to my name. I have no idea what that does to you if you were following me. Sorry!

ETA: I just realized I forgot to mention that I sold a short story! I’m doing edits on it this week then sending it back to the publisher!

A short

Here’s a short piece I wrote today:

“Silent Cries”
The sunlight filters through the threadbare white curtains, casting a cheery glow on the bright yellow walls and a sleeping boy.
Caleb Michael Richardson, nine years old, 4 feet tall, 56 pounds.
He stirs, blinking into the light and raising one hand to rub at his face. His black hair is buzzed short, but still flattened on the side he was sleeping, and as he gingerly sits, careful not to rattle the cuff locking him to the bed, his ear unsticks from his head, popping out just as far as the other one.
It’s 9:06 according to the digital clock next to his bed. He’s missed the bus again and he knows his teacher will be upset with him. But there’s nothing he can do. He rubs at his face again, tearing away the scraps of sleep and tries to make his hair all stick up or lay down. It doesn’t cooperate with just his one hand and no water.
He licks his dry lips with a dry tongue. Now that he’s thought about it, he’s thirsty. And he needs to pee. But he has to hold it. Daddy gets angry when he pees the bed, even though there are special sheets to easily clean it up. Daddy will be awake soon, he’s sure of it, and then he’ll pee and get a glass of water. Then he can get dressed and maybe Daddy will take him to school, or maybe he’ll walk. It’s not far and he knows Daddy is busy. Daddy is busy a lot.
Standing, he crosses his legs to keep from peeing himself and looks up at his bedroom door. It’s closed, so he can’t tell if Daddy is awake yet. Normally Daddy opens the door when he wakes up, but sometimes he doesn’t if he has a headache and doesn’t want Caleb being noisy. So Caleb makes sure the cuff doesn’t jingle when he moves and even though he has to pee really badly, he just slides down to sit beside his bed where he has a pile of books stashed for mornings like this. He hopes one of them will take his mind off peeing.
They don’t.
Soon he can barely turn a page without thinking about how bad it hurts. After carefully returning his books to their spot, he gingerly puts his hand on the cuff and pulls his other arm, trying to slip it through. Sometimes it works and he can go to the toilet and pee. As long as he isn’t noisy, Daddy doesn’t get mad. So he tugs and tugs and although it scratches and tears away some skin, his hand is free.
He doesn’t take time to rejoice, he’s already scurrying to the toilet to relieve himself. And then he gets out band-aids to put on his hand and quietly–silently, almost–he goes back into his room to get dressed for school.
The end.

Time for an update

Because of the nasty weather we had on the East Coast, my weekend was pretty free, and aside from 4 hours of sleep Friday night, followed by barn work, riding and lots of naps, I was rather productive. Not really on Saturday, because I slept, ate, and watched Avatar, and that was about it. But this morning I finished re-reading a book I’m reviewing, I wrote the review, and then I got to editing CL (on page 73 of 177, if you’re wondering). Sure, I still have loads of editing to do, but every little step helps.

I’m still not sure how I feel about the story overall, but I think working on it so long has left me rather jaded about it. I look forward to sending it off to someone who will give me an honest response about it. But that’s in the future.
I have two other stories that are finished that will also be sent out. One just needs a query written and me to feel like its worth being sent, the other needs a good strong round of edits before the rest happens. And of course, come the end of November I’ll hopefully have 50,000 words of a new novel that is brewing in my mind. Plus I have a short story I’ve started that needs to be finished by April for a submission call.
But for now, it’s time for a walk.

Not quitting (update)

I’ve made a decision.

Actually, I made the decision several days ago, but I was distracted. By something.

I’m not giving up on Clockwork Lives! While I have no idea if I’m going to make it to the deadline, I’m going to give it my best. And what exactly will I be doing? (Probably checking twitter obsessively instead of working…)

I’m going to give CL what it needs. First I’m going to go through it page by page and tear out the bits with questionable writing and fix them up while I’m working in the revisions.

Actually, that’s most of it. 160 pages of hardcore fixing. I’m on page 2, if anyone wants to keep count. And, to give myself an idea of how much is changing, I’m putting in all the new text in blue. Well, at least it should make me feel productive.

Once that’s all done I’ll do more basic edits on it and maybe find a new beta to read the new version (my old beta is going to be 3x too busy). Hopefully the new beta won’t send me back to the revision table again.

Then it goes to publisher.

(Waits for laughter to die down.)

Okay, fine, it probably needs more editing after all the revisions I’m making, but that’s fine as long as I’m not told “I didn’t get it.”

Thanks for everyone’s comments! (And for my beta-brother who gave the best comments of all in my novel :)*

* I have a really awesome understanding brother who is straight and doesn’t mind reading a bit of man on man. How cool is he?

When you just want to quit

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After a nap, lunch and a chocolate bar, I saw down with the notes I’d taken about what my beta readers thought I should revise in my novel CL. I knew I had major work to do, since I’d obviously already read through the recommendations and written them down. I’d begun a little brainstorming and thought I had some possible resolutions to some of the problems.

However, as I sat down today to begin what promises to be a long process, I paused, looked at my notes, looked at my story document, looked back to my notes and referenced my mental solutions to the problem.

Well, shit, I said to myself. I should just rewrite the damn thing.

Not the most encouraging thought. I put aside my notes, minimized the novel document and poked around twitter and email for a little, did some browsing on programs to help authors organize novels (and came across Storybook, which I haven’t used yet, but is free and could be promising). After I stalled enough, I went back to my story and my notes.

Okay, some parts can be saved. Maybe I’m deluding myself, but I think the last half of the novel is better, mostly because it’s told in an active voice instead of trying to cover 5 years in under 40,000 words. So, maybe it’s not better, it’s just more What It Should Be, although I’m not certain about the plot part of that.

Of course, I’m still in the position where half my novel needs to be rewritten and instead of doing that (by the deadline of Nov. 1, no less), I just want to throw my hands in the air and say, “I quit. This one won’t be made into a book, fuck it!”

Which is quickly followed by considering how disappointed my brother would be in me and, honestly, how disappointed I’d be in myself. And I don’t want to abandon this work. I feel like it has potential. I love Coren (Royce, even though he’s the main character, is not my favorite…somehow). I like the world it resides in, although I now see that the world in my head is not the one I put onto paper (another major rewrite).

So what am I going to do?

Honestly, I don’t know yet. It won’t get abandoned into the ether. It won’t get tossed in the garbage. It won’t be submitted as is, that’s for certain. The question remains, then, is how much editing am I going to do to it? Am I going to hobble together the good pieces, rework and add what needs to be done and then see how it turns out, OR am I going to open a new blank document and start over? I can’t imagine doing the latter, although writing that much in 4 months isn’t impossible, just terrifying.

Mostly I just needed to write this down—to face my demons, so to speak—before coming to a decision. I hope to make an update tomorrow on where CL is headed.