For the last week or so I’ve been stuck on listening to Talking Heads during my commute, mostly the Stop Making Sense album. I barrel down the freeway, singing along, while my brain works out plot and shiny bits for the new book.
The plot, and the shiny bits, and the sadness in this book don’t match the bouncy music putting it all in my head. Welcome to my brain.
I’m working out what I know about the two main characters, Owen and Marie, their relationship, conflicts and history. The spy and the alchemist have loved each other since their teens, the court functionary and the widowed young queen keep up the proper pretense in public–the bastard son of a duke and the woman who was never supposed to wear the crown know they can never marry.
Marie keeps asking him. Owen keeps reminding her of reality and saying no.
Other writers plot out each scene, each delicate plot maneuver and adjustment before they write. I figure out who my characters are first, how they feel, interact, fit with each other and in their world. The story grows from there.
This works for me. I don’t recommend that others try writing this way.
Other stuff. Because life is full of other stuff.
I will be at Armadillo Con for one whole day! Saturday, July 26h is the day. I don’t have any programming or panels to do, I know exactly three people going to the con who speak to me, but damn it all, I’m going. I plan to have fun too.
I finished this month’s OWW newsletter today, other than my introduction and a tiny bit of tweaking. That was a good thing. Probably boring to anyone reading this, but a monthly milestone for me.
If the stars align correctly tomorrow, I want to finish putting together a link post of all the guest blogs and interviews I’ve done over the last month or so. I want a record for me if for nothing else.
The other things I want to talk about–reviews, quality of books vs. sales, and other delicate subjects–require posts all their own, and for me to be awake enough to write said post. After midnight is not the time.