Thursday 28 May 2015

Happy Montheversay!

Well, Moon Path: Draft Four is officially one month old yesterday, and clocking in at 30k. Not too shabby! 

I'm really enjoying working so closely with old versions -- not having to worry about *what( happens, but focusing on the hows and the twiddly bits. Circumstances (eg. being an idiot and forgetting my keyboard) have meant that I've had to handwrite a couple of scenes, but that's actually worked out pretty spectacularly. Getting away from the growing doc feels a lot more spacey, and -- of course -- typing up again means an extra edit, which is always good! Actually handwriting the scene out of choice today. Have no idea how long this little routine will taste good. 

I can't believe it's almost June already! And that means July is right around the corner and... No. I will not accept it. Time is going waaay too fast! *If* I do July camp, it's going to be completely unpressurized, just keep going as I'm going, maybe a little more concentrated. We'll see. 

I had hoped to have Moon Path wrapped up by July but hahahahaha yeah right no way not a chance. I'm not going to make the same mistake as I did in March/April and overdo it. That was gross and lesson learnt!! 

Got some interesting feedback on a little scene today, and it's inspired me to do another character explanation soon. But not yet. Need to think it through first. But it's interesting to think about the lie between a confusing character and a challenging one, and it's definitely something I'm going to have to watch out for. But, as it stands, I'm going to follow my instincts regarding him unless absolutely necessary. 

Saturday 23 May 2015

Updates & Art

Firstly, big thank you to Hragon (hragon.tumblr.com)  for this amazing picture of Dakin, Laurie and Ammy! She is truly a spectacular artist, and it's really fantastic to see Laurie and Ammy, in particular, outside my head. As a writer, I struggle quite a lot with visuals, so having something outside of myself to work with really helps the story along. Thank you!

In more general news, it's been a funny sort of week. I spent three days on one scene -- struggling through it one day, writing it out by hand the next (because I'm an idiot and forgot my keyboard) and typing it out again. I'm pretty pleased with how it turned out, and how my problematic character has turned out, but it certainly threw off my gameplan this week. BUT today was good, and I think I wrote well today. Approaching the climax of Part One is pretty exciting, and I'm psyched to start thinking about Part Two and bringing Alyk back into the picture. I really feel like I have a decent handle on him this time around, so I'm looking forward to seeing how that pans out. 

Draft Four is such a funny beast. I'm used to the ups and the downs that come with writing now, but nothing prepared me for how much more intense they would be this time around! Maybe it's because I'm putting more pressure on myself to Get It Right and not have to do another rewrite, idk, but it's certainly pretty exhausting! I told Christine the other day that I was nervous about her reading because she's my harshest critic, and she just looked at me and said, "No, you are." And she's absolutely right. I am bullying myself mercilessly, but I don't know how to stop. I can only hope that -- by the end of this -- it'll be worth it. 

Friday 15 May 2015

Existential Crisis Update

Feeling much better about my gameplan today after chatting to some NaNo peeps that know what they're talking about (Thank god for them!) Figured I should stick this up for anyone else having a similar kind of stress.

Basically, what it comes down to is contracts, and that's the sort of thing your agent is there for. You can negotiate a contract in which you keep the rights to your world and characters. Your publisher gets first refusal on sequels, but if they don't want it, then you aren't stuck. 

Contracts aren't permanent either, meaning that after a certain period they are either renewed or the rights return to you. 

Long story short: Don't Panic! Everything's going to be okay! And I'm going to continue on with my plan :) 

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In other news, I hit 20k on my draft yesterday! It's taking shape very nicely, and I'm really thinking that, after this draft, it's only going to need a polish up before it's ready to go. no more complete rewrites (Hahahahaha and I only thought I'd have to do that once!!!) I can't believe I'm going to have four completely versions of this story when's all said and done! And it's only been a year (almost exactly) since I started the rewrites... That's a lot of words. Not including two novels in November. And ghostwriting. And fic. I'm surprised I have any fingers/brain left!

I got a seriously interesting critique back from a good friend of mine yesterday, Amie. To paraphrase, it's not her cup of tea because she's not a fan of lit-fic, and she couldn't get past the literariness to the substance. 

I didn't freak out at all, which kind of surprised me. I really value her opinion and she put it in a really interesting way that's given me a lot to think about.

I certainly don't see it as lit-fic, but then again, I don't really see it as anythng. It just is what it is; something that I'd like to read. And I guess, what I like to read, is lit-fic. That makes a lot of sense to me, even though it wasn't what I was aiming for. And it fits in with what other people have said (whose cup of tea it was) So, whilst it's made me realise that I will have to work to make it a little more accessible in the edits (especially the beginning) It's also made me feel a bit better about the whole labelling thing. Hopefully, by the time it's finished-finished, I'll know for certain what it Is! 

It's funny though; I spent most of my teenage-hood (and 20-21) being the worst kind of literature snob. YA was a dirty word to me, so it was almost an insult when my grandmother called my first draft YA. But then I came to terms with it, chilled out, and made me peace with YA. I love the stories it produces, and to be doing that was fine with me. 

So much so that when it's called lit-fic, I'm right back there feeling almost insulted initially haha! But that lasted for less than a second, and now I'm just curious. Can YA be Lit-Fic, and vice versa? Whatever it turns out to be, it's what I like to read, and maybe I just have to work that one out. 

Have some beautiful music (because for some reason I've stopped doing that lately?)

Song for Bob by Nick Cave and Warren Ellis -- I have it on loop this week! Really gorgeous piece of instrumental music. Perfect cellos are perfect. 


Thursday 14 May 2015

Rambling Writerly Nightmares

My biggest biggest fear is to be caught in publishing limbo. 

I'm pretty set on traditional-publishing, that's what i'm working towards, but I'm absolutely terrified that my first book will be picked up and then languish, untouchable, in the deepest depths of limbo. 

Moonpath stands well alone, but as I approach starting the second draft of Book2, I'm remembering how much I love it and the thought that it will never see the light of day is horrific. I'd rather self-publish as a series than get stuck like that, all tied up in contracts that I can't escape. 

I wish there was a way of seeing into the future 

Obviously it's waaay to early too have to think about this, and all these bridges will be crossed later, but damn!! It caught me hard today >_< 

Monday 11 May 2015

Character Development: Dakin

Alright, so I've been thinking about doing some proper explanations of my characters -- who they are, where they come from etc. etc. -- probably more for myself than for anyone else, but one of the most frequently repeated questions on the NaNo boards is 'How Do Character??' so, here's my how do. 

We will start with my primary MC, Dakin. 

He started, in this incarnation, as a secondary character, included only to fill a small role as 'MC's Brother'. My original intention for Dakin -- back in the days when 'Moonpath' was a weird fantasy set between the real world and an imaginary one -- was to be a sort of connection between the two worlds. Some sort of romance was to be included blah blah blah. Long story short, that didn't happen. Instead, he turned into Laurie's primary motivation for getting the hell off the island -- Dakin was a warning of what his life would be if he didn't escape now. 

In all my drafts, as different as they are, the separation of the brothers has always been a vital component. I really wanted to explore a relationship between two people who have this history, and this tight bond but are still, for all intents and purposes, strangers. I realised, by the end of NaNo 2013, it was this story that I really wanted to tell and, in doing so, Dakin became my MC. 

And by doing so, I had to go backwards, right back to where it all started. 

Dakin starts the story on the brink of his thirteenth birthday. Life is tricky, finding the balance between surviving his father, protecting his brother and keeping his mother happy, but he has his routine and knows what to expect. Everything is predictable and simply a matter of waiting. The thread with which he is held together is very brittle and, at the beginning of the story, he is really starting to struggle not to snap. Everything is changing but no-one will talk about it, and he's afraid of asking the questions he really doesn't want to know the answers to. Life is hard, but he is scared of pushing to make things better, knowing that it could go either way -- infinitely better, or infinitely worse -- and reluctant to risk it. He would rather wait and hope that his mother makes good on her promise to take him and Laurie away, but the more time passes the more Dakin realises that the only person who will save him is himself. 

Developmentally, I began Dakin's story in my comfort-zone. He is very much. at the core, an
amalgamation of all the characters I've ever really connected to. In the beginning, he is very inspired by my (ridiculously extensive) head-canons of Pre-Hogwarts Draco Malfoy. Anyone who knows me will not be surprised at this. Draco has lived in my head for the last ten years, and I've been really wracking my brains as to how to bring him out and make him my own. I knew I couldn't force it, that would be nightmarish, but he's definitely grown into himself as Dakin. I wanted to write about a ridiculously privileged boy who, on the surface, has everything he could possibly want but is struggling to battle some pretty hefty demons. As the story has unfolded, of course, he has moved away Draco and has grown into something very different, but it's important to talk about the roots of the character, and that definitely lies in Harry Potter fanfiction. 

Speaking of fanfiction, there's another character that definitely needs mentioning in connection to
development. After Season Two of BBC's Sherlock aired in 2012, the character of Mycroft Holmes grabbed me like a bulldog and refused to put me down for a very long time. More specifically, the relationship between Mycroft and Sherlock. 

I loved the relationship between them -- these two amazingly clever men with this bizarre brotherly bond that I had never seen before. Of course, me being me, I needed to write it, to extract all the marrow from this headcanon that was growing at unspeakable rates. I was fascinated by the way they are surrounded by all these people and yet they are isolated in their uniqueness and so reluctantly dependent on each other. I have never had any personal experience with siblings, but this was something I could connect to. I saw Mycroft as incredibly protective of Sherlock's waning innocence, and he would do anything to preserve his little brother's childishness, no matter what the personal risk. Obviously Mycroft was a very ambitious young man, and I wanted to explore the conflict of fighting his way to the top whilst at the same time needing to prioritize a boy who didn't necessarily want to accept the help but also cannot survive without it. The age difference between them (7 years) also struck me as interesting and was very influential on the path I took those headcanons down. For more info, see my fic All We Have in the End  Unfinished, but I'd love to go back to it one day. 
Okay, so back to Dakin. Once everything crumbles (as of course it has to) and everything holding him together has been stripped away, he is left with only the shell of himself and a stranger who had been brought in to, effectively, keep him alive and out of the way. Dakin between the ages of 14 and 18 was really interesting to write because everything that made him him was removed. He has nothing -- no control, no freedom, no real purpose to live but even his life isn't his own anymore. The only thing giving him any sort of motivation at all is the vague hope that everything will go back to the way it was. He has forgotten why he wants that or what it would mean should it happen, but the want is deep and instinctive. He is so preoccupied with this want that it keeps him rooted in the past and prevents him from moving forward. He is static, unable to move backwards and forwards. The motivation that comes from this isn't a healthy one -- he cannot have what he wants, and brooding over it only makes it feel as though he is losing it all over again. It is only with the final realisation that everything he knew from before is gone and letting go of the scraps that he is finally able to start making forward progress and start building himself back from the beginning. 

Inspiration and influence came this time from the character of Yuki Sohma from Natsuki Takaya's manga series Fruits Basket. The isolation and the damaging effect of being alone with nothing but your own thoughts and the callous criticism of others eating away at you until there's nothing left really struck me, especially in such a young character. Being broken down mentally can have a catastrophic effect physically, and that was something I wanted to explore. How could anyone survive that, and what would happen when they came out the other side?

Another element of Yuki's story that really inspired me was his relationship with his mother. In all my stories in all the years, I have always somehow managed to avoid talking about mothers; they are always mysteriously absent for whatever reason. But, with Moonpath, I wanted to break this habit. And the relationship between Dakin and his mother, it transpires, is one of the more interesting. Dakin's love and unconditional faith in his mother and her promise to him is both what holds him together in the beginning and breaks him apart most brutally. I was surprised, in the beginning, that my beta readers despised Aurelia far more than Lysandis, and when I questioned Sarah on this, she made the simple case that 'Mothers are supposed to put their children first', and Aurelia's failure to do so make her the true villain of this story. She holds the power, she could make things better so quickly and so easily, but it is her reluctance to face up to her

mistakes and her subsequent distance from Dakin that really sets the events in motion. 


When you're a child, your mother is the whole world. It doesn't matter what anyone else says, she is always right and you will be on her side unconditionally. Unfortunately, unconditional loves comes at a price when it isn't reciprocated, and that's something I really want to get to the bottom of with Dakin and Aurelia. Everything he does is, ultimately, for her and the less she acknowledges him the harder and the more desperately he tries which, unfortunately, only pushes her further away. I wanted to write about the impossible position of a guilty mother who loves her son but cannot and will not accept the mistakes she has made and the damage she has caused. 

I don't necessarily agree that she's the villain - I don't really think I have a villain at all - but she certainly holds the most power and is the inciting catalyst for a great deal of what goes on, even in her absence. 

Realising that his mother isn't going to save him is major turning point on two occasions, and makes him stronger at both points, giving him the incentive to fight for what he needs himself. 

By the time Part 3 comes along, at which point Dakin is 19, he has managed to scrape himself together into a good place. He is as content and as happy as he ever expects to be, with a routine and work to keep him occupied and distracted. By this point, I wasn't really influenced by any outside sources, more looking at the logical route that a character with this background would take. My thoughts were: As long as he keeps still and nothing changes or deviates, everything is perfectly fine. Of course, in novelling, 'perfectly fine' is unacceptable and the boat needs to be rocked. Long story short, getting what you want comes at a hefty price and never materializes quite in the way you expect it to. 

I can't really say much more without giving the ending away, but yes, this is how a character grows from seed. It takes time, a helluva lot of time, and patience and false starts, but if you spend enough time with them eventually you'll wake up one day in shock to find a three-dimensional human being taking up space in your head. 

Oh, and funny story about the name *headdesk* In October 2013, I needed a name for a Final Fantasy character and Dakin sprung into my head. I had no idea where it came from, assuming it was from a book or something, but I liked it a lot! NaNo passed, and Dakin was christened Dakin and I was very pleased. Still had no idea where I'd heard it before though... Then, one day in early December 2013, I was pottering a long minding my own business, and then I remembered. 

It was the bloody middle name of my bloody ex-boyfriend - someone I reeaally didn't want to pay tribute to!

But by that point it was too late. Thankfully, Dakin is completely himself and not even slightly similar to Him. Thankfully. 

Art Credit:

All pics of Dakin belong to me and were drawn by the wonderful Suzanami 

Mycroft and Sherlock belong to and are drawn by Against-Stars 

And all Fruits Basket belong to Natsuki Takaya. 




Sunday 10 May 2015

The End of Paperwork and the Beginning of Living!!

Babababaaaaa!!!



ALL the forms are in and ALL  the fees are paid! Now, just a matter of waiting to hear when my fingerprints will need to be taken and then, in a few months, I will have my little green card! It's an inordinate relief to have it all in, it's been such a headache! Thank god for Christine and her parents!

This also marks the first step towards changing my name (weeiird!) as I had to make a split decision as to what name I wanted on my greencard it seems appropriate that this'll be the first official document in which I'll be a Wingrove (weeeiiird!!!) Still be a Symes-Smith for writing purposes though ;) 

Have also applied for a temporary work-permit so I can get on and start working whilst they process the greencard application. Who even knows when it'll all come through, but it'll happen when it happens, and I'm really starting to feel real again now! And, since all the ridiculous fees are over, we can start saving for our home and our life (and our trip to Disney World) so Weeee!!! Exciting stuff :D

Thursday 7 May 2015

A Good Sort of Thursday

I'm feeling really bloody good today. A combination of things -- sitting out in the sunshine with my favourite tea, looking over my MS at 7:30 this morning, planning out my day; getting a surprisingly lovely email from one of my betas; feeling really damn connected with this bloody story and it just all coming together in just the right way at just the right time...  It's not that gut churning hype that I often get on a Good Day, but a softer, warmer -- and actually more pleasant -- sort of happiness that is just sort of sitting with me today. 

I'm feeling zen about my struggle with the beginning, too. It's just something I'll need to come back to later on. No need to either think or worry on it now. 

Another pleasant surprise I've found today is the usefulness of my half-draft I cobbled together during Camp. Now I'm in present tense and utilizing flashbacks more, a lot of the background of my parental characters are cropping up, and I'm finding myself referring back to Shores much more than I thought I would. It's really bloody nice to realise it wasn't a waste of two weeks! I don't know if I've said this before on here, or just to Sarah, but the development of Aurelia and Lysandis from draft to draft are the characters I'm most pleased with and have gone through the most growth. I'm really thinking I can do them justice now. 

Spending some time starting to network beyond NaNo too, just starting small with the Facebook group for The Write Life. Apart from one guy who tried to convince me that his blatantly clip-art cover was made by a professional graphic designer from one of the top publishing houses (and blocked me when I asked which!) they seem like a nice bunch :)

Draft Four currently standing at 16k. Written less this week than last, but feeling very happy with the way it's going.

Monday 4 May 2015

Beginnings are Hard

It seems, whichever point I am currently at with my novel, it is definitely The Hardest. Endings are tough because everything has to be tied together and perfect; Middles of tough because it has to hold up both ends and not drop you from boredom, and now I find that beginnings are the hardest of them all. You have to set your scene, introduce the world and you character and explain why you are asking the reader to invest in them AND introduce the conflict and themes, and keep it engaging and try not to info-dump and and and... 

*collapse*

Beginnings are hard.

With this draft, I'm starting at a quieter point, just back enough that I can show their flavour of normality for contrast's sake. I like my ideas, but I'm struggling hideously with the execution. 

Basically it's too slow and there's too much description. It needs to be tighter, but still hold all the information, and not feel stilted and dry. I attempted a rewrite of my first 200 words, but it was truly crappy and my readers -- Sarah and a couple of people on the Critique forums -- basically told me to scrap it. Which I'm more than happy to do. 

The problem is (one of the many) is that there's no run up to get yourself into the flow of it, because it *is* the beginning. All the feedback I've had -- good and bad -- says that the first page feel disjointed from the rest tonally and, for the first time, I am absolutely at a loss to know how to fix it. 

Basically it just needs to sit, and I need to stop over thinking it (haha! Fat chance!) 

Repeat after me: EVERYTHING IS FIXABLE!! My Notebook says so, so it must be true!

*headdesk* 

Anyhoo... I promised an excerpt so this seems as good a time as any :P Here is the beginning of Moon Path: Draft Four.

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Trouble begins as trouble always does -- with a niggle he cannot explain and the illusion of a choice.

Sitting cross-legged in the high-backed armchair beneath the low sloping ceiling of his bedroom, Dakin pauses, momentarily forgetting the book spread across his lap; dark-blue eyes stilling on the page as he tries to put a name to the niggle twisting at his stomach, neither explainable nor ignorable. He tries telling himself that it is just his imagination playing tricks on him again. Don't go looking for trouble where there is none to be found. There is enough trouble already without making more.

Dakin shifts and forces his eyes mechanically back across the words. But they mean nothing now, just shapes on a page. The niggle -- the worry -- has caught him, and he knows he will not be released until it is satisfied.

Now comes the choice -- To swallow down his instincts and stay and enjoy the rare moment of solitary peace, or to follow them to whatever end they may inevitably lead.

Tucking a wayward strand of long grey hair back behind his ear, Dakin swallows and folds the book reluctantly shut. There is no choice. Not really. Only the taunting illusion of one.

Bare feet carry him silently across the room, low-lit and sparsely furnished. Everything he loves, everything that is precious to him, he keeps downstairs in his brother's room. He prefers it there, amongst the clutter and disarray. His room is for quiet, and for secrets. It sees him at his worst, as the person he doesn't want to be, and Dakin wants to keep that person locked away in this room -- confined, protected, and kept away from the things and the people he loves best. They have to be kept separate otherwise they will be spoiled. He has to keep himself separate. The only person to see him as he is here, to see him as he really is, is his father. He knows all of Dakin's secrets.

Perhaps, if he can catch the trouble before it begins, it will be okay. Perhaps the niggle really is his own over-active imagination, nothing more than a baseless worry. Perhaps.

A wry smile quirks in the corner of his mouth. At twelve years old, he should know how it goes, should stop trying to fool himself, and should know -- by now -- that his instincts concerning his little brother are never wrong. 

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So there you go. The beginning. I like the flavour of it, but it needs straightening out (especially as it goes on!) And once it gets about a page in, I'm on a roll and it feels but better, it's just a matter of getting there that's the problem. I wondered about starting a little later, but Sarah agreed that it's a good setup, just needs reorganizing. 

Soooo much reorganising!!