Grabbing A Face From The Ancient Gallery
I started another chapter yesterday and had no idea exactly how it would end. I set it up, and I had a one line blurb about what the scene was, in a very tight nutshell, but I didn’t know exactly what was going to happen.
I stopped writing for the night, it was time anyway, and I went to bed and wondered what was going to happen. In fact, I wondered why I was even writing the scene in the first place. It just wasn’t singing to me and I was not exactly pumped to go back and finish it. Usually, I start the next chapter before I finish for the night because I want to be excited to start again the next day. A paragraph or two whets the appetite and the next day I foraciously chew down the rest of the scene. I remember reading, a long time ago, that you should always finish writing in the middle of a scene that you are enjoying, and that way you will get straight back into it the next day. If you finish on a scene that you are struggling with you might not want to go back to just struggle again. That’s not fun for anyone.
So, I thought about this scene all day and wondered what I would write. I wondered what would happen. I came up with a bit of an idea and was relatively excited to come home and write it. As the words flowed out I realised that the background character, and his actions, just weren’t going to fit the scene. So I continued to write and just watched him evolve naturally. He came out and I am happy with him, and what he does. And, I think he serves the purposes of the scene well, he brings a lot of foreboding with him and leaves with a line that I have wanted to quote in this book for ages, but was not exactly sure where it would come in, though I knew it was in reference to this characters arc in this area.
It all worked out. I just finished the chapter and I really like where it goes. I don’t think I should work like this all the time, but man it’s awesome when you do and it works.
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I have published, with my own money, The Choice That Had To Be Made.
It is a small book, fifty pages long, and is available for sale at McDonald’s Bookshop in the Maitland Mall. Only $5, what a bargain, that is a bargain for me!
I am interested to see what sort of sales it does…it is just fun to put these things out there and see what happens, certainly isn’t for the fat profits from the $5 a copy, haha.
I like the story, and I’ll always like my copy. Lame, I know, I am.
Posted on October 30th, 2008 by ryan
Filed under: Writing
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