My blessing, she said, a prayer of thanksgiving on her lips
Blessing - 10/12/15, 11.41 AM
Total Words: 86578
Page Count: 413
Done.
This is the first formal progress report I'd done on this book, and I'm not entirely sure why the vast majority of my status updates appeared on FB, as opposed to here where I could get into more detailed summaries of where I stood at any particular moment. Lately, each book as undergone a different process than the last. Granted, The Sparrow was adapted from a screenplay. But Goliath was written, I guess, piecemeal is the best way to put it. Scene by separate scene, not in any particular order, but in a sort of Ghost in the Shell mentality that reasoned that if there was simply enough material, the desired object would arise organically out of it. It's easily my best work by far and the one that's come closest to publication, but it is a special thing. And Blessing was originally supposed to be a screenplay; or, at least, that's how I'd initially styled it, after having watched Mad Max: Fury Road and wanting to write a female protagonist of color. Then it began assimilating other novels I'd had in mind to write until it became, more or less, the thing it is now. I'm more cognizant than ever that I'm dealing with a first draft, and the revisions I have in mind would expand the story substantially, well, fill it out more, certainly.
This story is different from what I've written before and gets into some of the territory I'd hoped to explore as part of this new initiative to write into one's fears. Writing from the perspective of two major female characters of color was one of the most rewarding things about this project so far, and much of the work in the revision will very likely be geared towards making that work better. And the book was certainly not without surprises. Things that had been lurking in my head for some time, story bits and ideas for other pieces, managed to find a home here in a very satisfying way. I'd wanted to write a prison story or a story about a man in prison and many of the essential bits I'd had in mind made it into a novella section I couldn't be prouder of, a novella section that may, in some later incarnation, possibly be able to stand on its own.
There's more to be said about this project, and I suspect I'll be in a better (read: less exhausted) thought-frame to say them. But I think for now I'll bask in the warm glow that attends having completed a book, and that never really seems to get old, no matter how many times I do this.
Also, I have to prep for NaNoWriMo.
Total Words: 86578
Page Count: 413
Done.
This is the first formal progress report I'd done on this book, and I'm not entirely sure why the vast majority of my status updates appeared on FB, as opposed to here where I could get into more detailed summaries of where I stood at any particular moment. Lately, each book as undergone a different process than the last. Granted, The Sparrow was adapted from a screenplay. But Goliath was written, I guess, piecemeal is the best way to put it. Scene by separate scene, not in any particular order, but in a sort of Ghost in the Shell mentality that reasoned that if there was simply enough material, the desired object would arise organically out of it. It's easily my best work by far and the one that's come closest to publication, but it is a special thing. And Blessing was originally supposed to be a screenplay; or, at least, that's how I'd initially styled it, after having watched Mad Max: Fury Road and wanting to write a female protagonist of color. Then it began assimilating other novels I'd had in mind to write until it became, more or less, the thing it is now. I'm more cognizant than ever that I'm dealing with a first draft, and the revisions I have in mind would expand the story substantially, well, fill it out more, certainly.
This story is different from what I've written before and gets into some of the territory I'd hoped to explore as part of this new initiative to write into one's fears. Writing from the perspective of two major female characters of color was one of the most rewarding things about this project so far, and much of the work in the revision will very likely be geared towards making that work better. And the book was certainly not without surprises. Things that had been lurking in my head for some time, story bits and ideas for other pieces, managed to find a home here in a very satisfying way. I'd wanted to write a prison story or a story about a man in prison and many of the essential bits I'd had in mind made it into a novella section I couldn't be prouder of, a novella section that may, in some later incarnation, possibly be able to stand on its own.
There's more to be said about this project, and I suspect I'll be in a better (read: less exhausted) thought-frame to say them. But I think for now I'll bask in the warm glow that attends having completed a book, and that never really seems to get old, no matter how many times I do this.
Also, I have to prep for NaNoWriMo.