writing Voyage fanfic.
I started inputting my scribbles from the Story Without a Name (set in 1985, after Against the Wind, from Anchors Away 2, published by Pat Ames). It was originally called Both Sides Now, I started it back in 1993 (I think) and it was going to be two stories set at the same time, one from Chip's POV and the other from Lynn's. Short version -- Lynn's ready to deliver baby #3 in a couple of weeks, Chip and Lynn are on paternity/maternity leave, and Chip is called back to duty when an experimental submarine disappears. Complicating the scenario -- Lee Crane and a bout with appendicitis which was originally supposed to be a very minor plot point.
Flash forward to 2005 -- August, to be precise, when my husband's appendix ruptured. Sitting with him in his hospital room for 11 days made me realize that Lee's appendicitis was more serious than I'd realized when I decided to use it as a plot point, and could really drive the plot, and help me delve even deeper into these three characters I love so much.
Of course, the way I write, it took a year or so to percolate, but once it did, I started getting all sorts of ideas, both narrative and dialogue, which I scribbled down as they came to me (I never go anywhere without a pen and pad -- I even have one in the car, though I only use it when Bobby is driving).
I started inputting this back in March, but got so involved in getting my mother's house in shape to be sold, set it aside. The past couple of days, I opened it up and started typing. Bear in mind that very little of what I've done is new -- but I'm up to 42 pages at this point. And the stack of handwritten pages that needs to be inputted is about an inch high (though some of those pages may hold one sentence).
So I feel energized, and I hope the feeling carries over to tomorrow -- I've taken half a day at work to meet people who will clear out some of the stuff from my mother's house. We're donating most of her clothing, but there is stuff that just has to be tossed. And then we're on vacation all next week -- I hope we get to do some fun stuff as well as the errands and other gotta-do-it stuff we have planned.
If you can, please sling some drool (it's a Basset thing) Molly's way? She's going in to have her teeth cleaned on Monday. I hate leaving her there.
Flash forward to 2005 -- August, to be precise, when my husband's appendix ruptured. Sitting with him in his hospital room for 11 days made me realize that Lee's appendicitis was more serious than I'd realized when I decided to use it as a plot point, and could really drive the plot, and help me delve even deeper into these three characters I love so much.
Of course, the way I write, it took a year or so to percolate, but once it did, I started getting all sorts of ideas, both narrative and dialogue, which I scribbled down as they came to me (I never go anywhere without a pen and pad -- I even have one in the car, though I only use it when Bobby is driving).
I started inputting this back in March, but got so involved in getting my mother's house in shape to be sold, set it aside. The past couple of days, I opened it up and started typing. Bear in mind that very little of what I've done is new -- but I'm up to 42 pages at this point. And the stack of handwritten pages that needs to be inputted is about an inch high (though some of those pages may hold one sentence).
So I feel energized, and I hope the feeling carries over to tomorrow -- I've taken half a day at work to meet people who will clear out some of the stuff from my mother's house. We're donating most of her clothing, but there is stuff that just has to be tossed. And then we're on vacation all next week -- I hope we get to do some fun stuff as well as the errands and other gotta-do-it stuff we have planned.
If you can, please sling some drool (it's a Basset thing) Molly's way? She's going in to have her teeth cleaned on Monday. I hate leaving her there.