that odd feeling between sending something out at last—after the flurry of last-minute edits and read-throughs and word searches—and starting in on the next thing. or back to the next thing. i have a short story still forming, i have some sketched-out ideas, but in the meantime i am opening up talassio once more. it’s good to be home.
So the big news is that Long Hidden is out now, like today! And you can buy it, and if you’re at Wiscon in two weeks’ time you can hear some of us read from our stories. There is a release party tomorrow in Brooklyn I believe, and there will be stuff at Readercon as well. I am still so very thrilled to be part of this project, and I am still (still!) awestruck at the rest of the TOC for this book.
This was me earlier this week:
The sprawl being Los Angeles, the purpose being the day job, and that should give you some idea of how much writing I’ve been getting done lately. Of course, in the thick of all this, I had an idea for a novel—that is, I was tidying up my hard drive and found pieces of a book from about eight years ago that I had completely forgotten about, and at once I could see a way to finish it . . . which, not incidentally, would entail rewriting the entire 100k thing from scratch. Trying now to write out a detailed outline while the solution is fresh in my head without actually working on the book, because I know this, I know all about this, it’s the worst of my bad writer habits and even now it’s whispering in my ear: why work on that difficult bit of Talassio when you can start this whole other shiny unsullied book?
And then six months will go by and I’ll have two mostly-done but not actually finished novels, and I’ll have lost all the threads of Talassio in the process.
(This habit, incidentally, is how I have twenty-odd separate word docs all containing tiny pieces of that eight-year-old novel, and dead-end scenes of the trilogy dumped in various “novel bits” folders, and who knows how many other drafts of things that are about two–five pages long and never actually go anywhere . . .)
409 being the current double-spaced page count of Talassio, there on the left.
My first novelette-thing of 2014 being done for now, I was itching to get back to The Beast (which is how I now think of the trilogy) and get it going again.
A few things to do this time:
-England still, still isn’t working, as my bestest beta reader kindly pointed out, so I am outlining the whole story one more time. This does double-duty as I am also worried about a kind of mini-scene structure I had inserted between the larger acts. So a scene-by-scene evaluation and—oh, not a replot per se, more like a plot-check—seems in order.
-I will then go right into replotting Book 2, and hopefully map out at least the first third, and thus keep all the threads going without hiccup.
-There is also a major backstory hole that hit me in the wee hours one night. It’s grotesque. I don’t want to talk about it. But something has to be done.
-I had started to make what I was thinking of as a worldbuilding/character style sheet to help me keep track of little details throughout the novel (backstories, symbols, tics, local details for each of the various cities, etc.) but I began swelling out of the graph paper right away. So it seems more useful to start a kind of “Beastly Bible” that would encompass all three books. We’re talking looseleaf pages and binder tabs, folks, and how pleased am I that I never got rid of that three hole punch from my school days. I’m half-tempted to go out and find a Trapper Keeper.