I don’t want to say it’s a hostile environment, because, after all, the robo-calls can’t get to me out there. But it’s gettin’ cold outside, and I estimate I’ll need at least another month to finish writing The Witch Box. I’ll need another legal pad, too.
This weekend I went back over the last 35 or 40 pages that I’ve written. I caught one howling inconsistency, but I can easily fix that when I type the manuscript.
I’m committed now to writing my way all the way through to the twin climaxes and the end of the story. Then I’ll go back and fill the hole I created when I jumped a few chapters ahead. Because I’m racing the calendar, other assignments will have to take a back seat for a while.
Time to go back out and work! I guess I’ll wear a sweatshirt under my jacket. “Sean from Discover” can’t possibly bother me outside.
I’m glad I got some blog posts up this morning, because the sun is out again and I’ve got to write as much of The Witch Box as I can. No telling when it’ll get too cold to do that.
Today Helki the Rod has had an encounter with the creature depicted above. It’s called “Eryops,” a giant amphibian with huge jaws, lots and lots of teeth, and a third eye in the middle of its forehead–one of the first prehistoric animals I ever learned about, thanks to Bertha Morris Parker’s Golden Treasury of Natural History. You’re getting a better look at it than Helki got. He didn’t want to get too close. His Eryops lives in a cavern.
Well, I’d better get back outside now and try to tell some more of the story. See you in a bit.
Ooh-ooh, the sun came out! Well, sort of. If I hurry, I can set up a chair, open my legal pad, and get the next chapter of The Witch Box started. But only if I hurry.
I’m beginning to wonder now if maybe I should just keep writing all the way into the double climax, right to the end of the story. Then try to link it to the point where I interrupted myself. I write in sets of five or six chapters, and I was about a third of the way through Chapter Set 4 when I decided to put it on hold and jump ahead to 5. And now I’m thinking, “Might as well go on through 6.”
Well, I can’t just talk about it, gotta go and do it. Hasta la vista, baby…
I took advantage of a lull in the rain today to get outside and continue work on my current book, The Witch Box (No. 15 in my Bell Mountain series).
In an attempt to solve some problems with the plot, I have jumped ahead to that part of the story leading directly to the double climax. I don’t know, for sure, what I expected; but I do know what I’ve got–and I like it!
I have to finish before the cold weather sets in and makes it impracticable to write outdoors (the ink stops flowing out of the pen). I reckon I have about a month and a half, at the most. I need to be outdoors when I write fiction.
So far I’ve completed three pre-climax chapters. I don’t know how many I’ll need before I write the climax: it’s very much a matter of getting there. At the end I’ll know how big a gap there is between where I stopped and where I picked it up again; then I can fill the gap and the story will have been told.
I’m exploring what happens when certain remnants of Obann’s ancient technology are reactivated in the present. They really should know better than to fool around with stuff like this, but some of the leaders are under a lot of pressure and sorely tempted to try to solve their problems with devices that they’re nowhere near to understanding. It’s a pattern in history.
And now I have to finish today’s blogging–although I’ve already had enough nooze and really don’t want any more.
I’ll never get over the thrill I experience when a story I’m writing takes on a life of its own and pulls me along with it.
It’s going to be tricky, putting the book into a coherent whole, but I’m sure the Lord will guide me. Like, waddaya know! Suddenly I have a pre-climax that not only leads into the double climax of the story, but also ties the two together. I never expected that, although it’s not the first time it’s happened. The story unfolds and I just write it down! How cool is that?
I’m already working on a second chapter of the pre-climax, with another chapter waiting in the wings. It’s really going to mess up my legal pads–but once I’ve got all the pieces written, I’ll be able to put them together as they should be.
Meanwhile… who knew Wytt had a streak of clairvoyance in him?
Well! That little piece of The Witch Box that I woke up with today turned out to be a big piece.
Let me see if I can explain this to you. If you’re thinking of writing a novel of your own someday, you might find this interesting. Maybe even useful.
I had reached a point in the story where I was, in a word, stuck. Ahead of me lay unknown territory which I would have to cross to get to the double climax of the plot. How much territory, I had no idea. I didn’t want to pad the story (heaven forbid!), but I didn’t want to wind up with a short book, either.
And then, as I sat down to write this morning, the skies, as it were, opened.
I interrupted the ordinary writing of the story to jump ahead to a point just before the climax–and suddenly I had a nice big chunk of plot! I had an incident that shed light on everything that had to come next. A piece of the story that had to be told. So now I’m telling it.
The idea is to write this all up and then work backward to reach that point at which I’d interrupted the chronological flow of the story. In fact, I could then also work forward from that point, until the two plot streams met somewhere in the middle and joined into one.
I’ve never done this before, but it’s an exciting challenge, artistically. Sort of like solving a hard jigsaw puzzle by stopping work on one section and starting on another; and if I can bring those two sections together, I’ll have most of the puzzle finished.
I can only pray it works. But I’ve learned over the years to trust those bolts that come out of the blue: because I think they come from God.
I don’t remember whether this travesty was self-published or someone actually paid for the privilege of putting it into print. A book like this makes you suspect the printing press wasn’t such a good idea, after all.
Just for the record, I don’t believe teenagers are idiots and I don’t write down to them.
Okay! Grocery shopping’s done, banking’s done. Time to get outside and write like a boat was sinking under me.
I reckon I’ve got two months, at most, to finish writing The Witch Box. It’s not so much fun trying to do that when it’s so cold, the ink won’t flow from the pen; but you can’t go indoors because it’s so blamed hard to concentrate when you’re getting nuisance robo-calls every ten minutes.
Gee–see that pen in the picture? I’ve got one just exactly like it. But you can tell it isn’t me up there because my thrifty soul would violently recoil from wasting so much paper.
I’m not going to stop blogging, but I’ll need your help, O reader, in bringing up interesting topics and starting conversations.
Well, as the feller once said, “Shut up and write!”