Currently doing some much needed rewriting but in the process the ending to my story is slowly emerging into my conscious.
It feels like I already have the story somewhere in my subconscious and now the ending has gradually started to leak out. One bit at a time.
Nope didn’t really have an ending planned when I started writing. :/)
Anyway I have learned is that the ending may be longer than I had anticipated and more complex…and I feel the plot is already more complex than it should be. But apparently the simple character that I thought was going to be my villain turned out to be another’s pawn. But not just ‘one’ other, possibly ‘six’ others. Ones who I just briefly mentioned in passing without any further plans develop…who I originally thought of deleting and yet, I know this is strange, was unable to do so, as though I knew what part they would play later but did not realize it until now.
Nonetheless excited about beginning the last book to my story. And anxiously awaiting all the excitement.
At this point I am my greatest audience. 😉
I finished rewriting part one! Yay
Now to part two… *sigh*
Rewriting part one, was exactly that, rewriting, I may have copied and pasted three-four paragraphs. It went from being 22000 words to 39200.
I am hoping that in another month and maybe a few more weeks I can finish part two. And then proceed to finish the last part of the story which may stand alone as a third book..maybe by then I will know what will be happening..Most of my book has actually come out as a surprise. Poor planning? Maybe.
Then editing…But after rewriting, I much prefer editing.
So my story wakes me up in the morning and pushes me to my computer. Today it got me up at 3am. 😦 (And I ‘m just rewriting! Maybe that’s why…. Characters want me to move on with the actual story that is still unfinished..just a guess..anyway..)
That is not why I’m stressed ( I just thought I would mention it). What stresses me about writing is the ‘what now’ once I have am finished my story. Stressing me to the point that I started to think maybe this should be my last novel.
At least this was what I thought until wise words came my way telling me its my first story. My first experience as a writer. And as such it will cause me the most apprehension. (Yes I had already thought of this, but it just registered differently coming from another’s mouth.)
I am hoping that once I have gone from A to Z with this story I won’t feel like I am blindly feeling my way in this world of writing for the next one.
Emphasis on hoping.
Back to my story..
Rewriting is actually taking me longer then the first draft. Part one was originally 20000 words and I am already there and still haven’t reached the climax….And then I have to rewrite part two.
It may be a while before I start writing the last part. Which I am also a bit apprehensive about. I want it to be the last part so I can move on to another step, closer to having others read it. But I am afraid my character will refuse to grow up and push for a sixth part in order to get comfortable with his new role. Or I will just have a ridiculously long 5th part, a novel in itself..
Tired. Hoping my brain will let me sleep to a reasonable time tomorrow, 7 am would be nice.
Went to Chapters. Felt a little discouraged. Knowing that when, and if, I publish my book it will be like a needle in a haystack. If not in a bookstore on Amazon, or whatever self publishing method I decide to use.
It won’t stop me from finishing my novel. To close to being done to do so.
Just in a mood.
When I first started writing my novel, seems like ages ago, I went to a writer in residence at the university. It turned out I needed to work on everything: grammar, structure…you name it.
Fast forward a few months and I went to see another author in residence, this time at a library. This time the opposite happened. She thought it was great: the story was interesting of the 10 pages she read (better than many fantasy stories she had read, her words not mine), grammar was fine (she used the word ‘polished’) and so on… BUT I actually came out feeling that my time had been wasted because I was looking to improve my writing and wanted feedback to do it.
After 5 months of writing my writing skills improved significantly.
She was being overly nice.
Not just organizing the POV that were scattered throughout the story but also slightly changing the story, and by slightly it’s appearing to be a lot.
Thankfully I have what is called a nested novel, as I have recently been informed. Four stories within a story, all different yet all stitched together by the characters and an underlying plot.
As I pulled out the first part of my book today I felt a little overwhelmed at the work ahead of me. All because I did a bit (a lot) of head popping in the first half of my book, and now pay the price by having to rewrite it instead of just editing. So as I look down at my printed copy, I see a pile of jigsaw pieces that I need to piece together to recreate the same story. *insert groan here*
On the positive side, I have finished the fourth part of my book which I am very happy with, at the moment. But who knows after rewriting the first half I may feel the need to do it to the rest. But I really hope not.
Has been extended…
I was thinking of finishing this last part of the book and then edit, publish and so forth..however plans have changed.
I have decided that instead I would finish the sequel first and then have the story complete before looking into publishing which will then be a two part story. Or five light novels. Still debating….
Why wait? The character that drives the story did not develop- at all- like I had originally planned. He simply was incapable of doing so. If anything, he regressed. Which leaves me with a great challenge of finding a plot for this one character to step up to the role he was meant to play.
So simply put, I don’t feel comfortable, especially when I am dealing with such an unpredictable character, in putting out the first book when I am still debating the last plot that will lead to its conclusion for the second book. Clear as mud? 😉
….Feeling like an Olympian racing towards the finish line with heavy work boot.
Apparently I am not as close to finishing as I thought. I have to semi develop a romance between my two knights or at least get one to like the other, enough to keep him away from my sequel. I know he would be happier with the one I have betrothed to him anyway…but he seems to be fighting me on it.
So I have to gather other characters to back me up, which will take maybe one more chapter.
I was hoping that today, after four months of writing, I could say I finished the rough draft of my story, but I can’t. Too tired.
Went camping for the weekend and am now too tired to finish the last two chapters. I tried, but its a struggle grasping for words.
It has been an interesting journey so far. Time consuming, but fun.