I’m working with chapter five now. My active verbs out number my passive verbs. Dialog trumps prose. So far, so good.
Re-reading two post apocalyptic classics:
The Stand, S. King
Farnham’s Freehold, R. Heinlein
But, I’m also reading Water for Elephants and enjoying it.
These two lovely ladies were my first subjects when I began painting horses. We found them by accident during the Christmas season outside of Anthology Bookstore, in Loveland, CO. They were giving hay rides to kids and adults in a holly decorated wagon. The snowy girls were so sweet and gentle, so patient and kind, I couldn’t resist photographing them. I tried to find their humans, but was never able to track down their ranch home.
I’m hovering over the first three chapters of the third draft. Am I dragging my feet? Of course.
Plenty of ideas are surfacing at inopportune moments during the day, and I’m amassing cards, scraps of paper, and entries in my date book. Usually, the notes are cryptic, and anyone who reads them might wonder about my sanity. But, they serve their purpose.
The writing road ahead seems unbelievably daunting, so I’m doing only three chapters at a time. This way, I can re-read quickly to check pacing and plot. Also, I’m using shorter paragraphs. I understand many contemporary readers prefer this — maybe I will, too.
A friend commented she wasn’t sure about Science Fiction Romance. I’d like to think categories aren’t necessary, but they happen. For now, I’ll just move ahead with my particular style.
I’ll be adding photos of my artwork as soon as I figure out how to make it happen on a blog.
I’ve been researching agents. During this research, I realized something I’ve suspected for a while. I’m going to have to change from the science fiction genre to a sub-genre.
Science fiction romance. OK, OK, I know. But, think about the last time you were in a big bookstore. Waaaay in the back, behind the general fiction, science fiction and fantasy, urban fantasy and vampires, werewolves and westerns, graphic novels and classics, is the romance section. There are hundreds, no, thousands of titles. Before you scoff, remember one thing. There is excellent writing here, and these folks made it into the published land.
I’m not a hard science fiction writer. I’ve read hard science fiction from Haldeman to Heinlein , from Bujold to Moon — and back. I know my way around a fighting suit. Military science fiction is my favorite and, as a writer, you don’t get much harder than that. So, agents for Ace, Baen, or Eos probably won’t hear from me.
I’m now a part of a sub-genre. My setting is galactic, but the main story is adventure and romance. In a way, it’s a relief to know the path of your literary orbit.
And it helps when you’re looking for an agent.
I’m starting the third draft. For some reason, this feels different. First draft was fun, usually. Second draft was hard work, mostly. Third draft is for real. I’ve read all the books about writing I’m going to read. I’ve practiced, crafted and tinkered until I’m fed up. I’ve had three generous people take time to read my novel. Their feedback was specific enough to tell me what changes I need to make.
I’ve re-written the first five hundred words and I’ve honed the hook and the who, when and where stuff. My query letter has been approved by an actual agent.
If I wrote as much as I worry about writing, I’d have three novels by now.
So, what am I waiting for?
The following is a test. According to my research, it will take Google 4 t0 6 weeks to stumble across this new blog site. That give me plenty of time to babble nonsense until I understand this new toy.
Circumstances have finally coerced me into blogging. What’s out there among all those pixels? I’m going to find out.