Success! The Fog Has Lifted!
So in my last post I was wondering what to do for NaNoWriMo 2009. I am pleased--bouncing off the walls, actually--to report that problem is solved.
Back in 1993, I started a novel titled Dead of Winter, where a very determined young woman (who may or may not be psychic) is matched up against a serial killer. She tries to track him through dreams and nightmares, glomming onto the case as her father is one of the detectives assigned to the case, and in the end has a bloody-as-hell showdown with the wicked entity... and discovers she is truly not the equal of the task. I got the first chapter and a half down, whereupon real life blindsided me and knocked me right off these tracks and onto the ones which led to the novels Diablos, Suspiria and others.
Truth be told, it's probably just as well that I didn't get to see Dead of Winter through; back then my storytelling ability was vastly overrated by myself, and the bottom line is that just as the young woman was not up to the task of taking on the so-named Face Killer, so I was also not well versed enough in the art of writing to pull it all off. There's actually at least two more novels that I germinated the ideas for during that time period, and I'm now finally at the point where I would be able to make a success of them.
This brings us back to the idea I threw out with the working title of CSI: Hellraiser, which is how I described it to my wife after a very vivid dream where... well, I'm sure you can guess what the content was, given the title, right? The problem for this was that I didn't have a central crime, I didn't have a central bad guy, and I didn't have outside element to bring the team first together, and then on the path to the heart of darkness.
Now I do. Seventeen years later, it's time to fly the black flag and make Dead of Winter the 2009 National Novel Writing Month project.
Very simply? I'm psyched. Peace.
Back in 1993, I started a novel titled Dead of Winter, where a very determined young woman (who may or may not be psychic) is matched up against a serial killer. She tries to track him through dreams and nightmares, glomming onto the case as her father is one of the detectives assigned to the case, and in the end has a bloody-as-hell showdown with the wicked entity... and discovers she is truly not the equal of the task. I got the first chapter and a half down, whereupon real life blindsided me and knocked me right off these tracks and onto the ones which led to the novels Diablos, Suspiria and others.
Truth be told, it's probably just as well that I didn't get to see Dead of Winter through; back then my storytelling ability was vastly overrated by myself, and the bottom line is that just as the young woman was not up to the task of taking on the so-named Face Killer, so I was also not well versed enough in the art of writing to pull it all off. There's actually at least two more novels that I germinated the ideas for during that time period, and I'm now finally at the point where I would be able to make a success of them.
This brings us back to the idea I threw out with the working title of CSI: Hellraiser, which is how I described it to my wife after a very vivid dream where... well, I'm sure you can guess what the content was, given the title, right? The problem for this was that I didn't have a central crime, I didn't have a central bad guy, and I didn't have outside element to bring the team first together, and then on the path to the heart of darkness.
Now I do. Seventeen years later, it's time to fly the black flag and make Dead of Winter the 2009 National Novel Writing Month project.
Very simply? I'm psyched. Peace.