Revision Crazy

So I haven’t necessarily finished Deceptive. In fact, I got about half-way through and started chucking characters in the trash bin. I think at one point, I had 19 characters all together. The books with the most characters are usually the most frustrating to read. Oh, you’ve never slogged through Anne of Ingleside, or Anne of the Isle by LM Montgomery? TREACHEROUS.

It is also treacherous to write, when suddenly everyone is fighting to come back into the story, and your plot is on vacation. Thus, when NaNo ended, I stopped writing. A few days ago I couldn’t take it anymore, and slashed out 8 main characters… putting some into the sub plot, and others were re-arranged or deleted entirely. Deceptive feels different, and I can’t say I’ve gotten back into the swing of writing it yet. My FMC Jane now starts out as a moody introverted cynic [but not], moping as she looks around at all of the stupid cliques. If there is one character I hate to write, it’s a moody one. Jane must be on strike, I’m telling you.

Another thing is, my genre changed. What started out as boarder line Lit-Fic is now just a plain ol YA Mystery/Drama.





YOU ARE COMING BACKKKKK. To heck with the secondthirdfourthfifth draft.


Please Remind Me

Please remind me firmly that I am not on the Newberry Committee. You have to be a librarian to be there, not a writer.

Please remind me that even though I find it humorous that people suggest books by saying “Because who needs Edward OR Jacob”, that doesn’t mean it’s any good when you read about the actual plot.

Please remind me that I’m the only person who thinks that My Friend Flicka is the best YA book ever written, because some peeple are into Chick Lit and Dystopian.

Please recall to my ears the sound of a story read well, and tell me when there is an actually GOOD audio book.

(A switch to 2nd Person) You aren’t a genius, so stop writing about them. (End 2nd Person Narrative)

Don’t forget to nag me about finding another writing contest–one that actually accepts YA writers.

(Switching back to 2nd Person) You silly goof, what are you doing with that character, sending it to college? No, no, that is not how highschool works. Just WRITE it, don’t analyze it. Analyzing is for boring people.

Can’t you make one stinking boyfriend character with a level head? You’re insulting. (End narrative again)

Please remind me that I am the only one annoyed with all theses books and poems about adult… stuff.


Thank you. *answering machine beeps*

Just a quiet evening.

I clean my room every Saturday night. I open my bedroom door to air out the dog aroma that permeates my life inside it’s walls. I work on my novel slowly but surely, then getting up to shove more stuff in my closet. Whomever designed big closets is a genius. I’ve started three blog posts today and didn’t post them.

Earlier, going through the forms of National Novel Writing Insanity, it is clear that everyone is in a pre-postpartum angst. By reading the forums, It wielded a stick at my creativity and said “GO thouest away.” So what did I do? I went to the library. For about a month and a half now, I had not asked to go there. Now, I have 11 books piled like leaves on the other side of my bed from where I sit now. Two nice old Intermediate Algebra/PreCalc volumes. All three ‘Things Not Seen’ books from Andrew Clements, which I was weird enough to get. I hate science fiction, usually. But I remembered Things Hoped For. I bought it a few years back and returned it because I thought it was too morbid. Clements is a genius though, just like the big closet person, and he seems to stop before the line of Too Far. In a weird way. But I’ve always liked his books, [School Story; Last Holiday Concert; Landry News] so maybe I’m making excuses. Either way, I like something about this series. There is a realism that you don’t even notice until you get up and as you’re walking down a flight of stairs, you literally look at your hands to make sure your not invisible like Bobby. Light particles still reflect off your skin. Realism is the best way to suspend disbelief. The narrative in the first book is so human, and it’s just a bunch of words in 11-Point font on a page. It’s got such natural inner dialogue, it actually doesn’t feel offensive to me. And the weird part?

No magic spells. No witches. Not even a werewolf.

Though, one of the characters did flip past a movie with teen vampires eating. He turned off the TV. I did a double-take when I read that, too, and I laughed for irony’s sake.

It is fun to read, and different, and exciting and everything. And even the invisibility thing isn’t put in some creep-o way. It’s compelling. It probably couldn’t even be tagged as fantasy. Ironic, don’tcha think?

So now I have had a break from writing my own dialogue for a bunch of thin brats waltzing around. I did something productive. I’ve closed down the NNWI tabs to banish away all of the bratty complaints and angst. And there are the words. My novel in the other window is there again, and I feel like I’ve taken a nice big sigh.

[From the unpublished archives of last Saturday, a Writer’s Block Day]

Blog, wha that?

Is it just me, or are plots frustrating? I must have stopped editing my novel fifty times because of one stinking character that I love. He won’t be shoved back into the sub plot, he needs to be in the lime light the whole dang time!

JESSICA: Just because you look like Adam Young doesn’t mean you can be all up in my face, talking the whole scene, you know.
JOHN: But…but I’m so funny! Look, I can balance a skate board on my nose.
JESSICA: Now listen. I’m not writing a book about relationships anymore. Jane doesn’t like you one bit. You need to go sit down and… do your math homework.
JOHN: I don’t like you. Why can’t you let Jane like me, and just leave us alone?
JESSICA: Don’t tempt me. I’m this close to taking you both out of the picture, and just have Mel hog the whole dang thing with her dang ugly dyed white hair.

NOTE TO SELF: When in doubt, just type the whole thing out. Get your frustration off your chest and think about how you can edit the John out of your novel.

JESSICA: You’re the one who lazes around being cute, not doing anything for my plot. *picks up eraser*