Skip to main content

The Larger Image

I've been working on a new series, and the first novel is nearly finished. This series, which has no title at the moment, has been a process for a year or so now, working out the story line and character development.

Over-looking Geneva, Switzerland from France, 2015
When I explain it takes me a month to write a novel, I typically mean the sitting down at the computer to write. I don't usually mean the pre-writing/planning stages or the post-writing/editing stages. When both of those are factored in, the novels normally take at least a year to write.

Like a panoramic shot of a location, we often need to pull back and look at the bigger picture to see all the steps, especially during those times when we're in the midst of the process. Sometimes writing the books feels like it will never end; other times it's a series of false starts. Still more often, it is simply putting one word after another onto the page.

I have a series I started almost ten years ago, yet it's only been in the past six months I could write the first two novels in the series, If you were to see the first ideas of the series, and the current incarnation, there would be very little similarities to the two. In fact, the concept of the original story line remains unwritten, and will probably become a spin-off of the current series. In the original story, I created a family and a world which intrigued me enough to keep coming back to it. Every time I re-examined the story, I found a different aspect until the world was formed fully enough to create the current story.

This is a common occurrence in art - the gradual chipping away at an idea. We have elements we work at on a daily basis - those things we know we can finish in a short time; there are also items which we work at on a daily basis, knowing it will take more than a day, week or month to finish. Most of us have both in our lives simply because we must.

It may appear things will never turn out right - the novel will never be finished; you'll never be published; your great work of art will never see the light of day, but take heart and keep at it. The steps leading to this location are as important as crossing the finish line. Sometimes, we have to take detours, and they can lead us to magnificent views as well.


Popular posts from this blog

Chapter Four - The Board and Council

The town center was the oldest and grayest part of the town, though, even there the buildings were still colorful with the stone buildings being blue-gray, pink-gray and lavender-gray. In the center of town, marking the absolute center of the town, was a park area with a fountain in the center, the fountain led down into an underground grotto which was currently overflowing with people not unlike the fountain above it. “Looks like it’s connected,” Ramses said. “I think Mederei said it was had healing properties.” “That would be the place to look for the tapestries.” “Mama,” a child whispered loudly. Why was it when children whispered they yelled? “Why is that man so brown?” “Shh, honey, he’s probably from the capital region.” “No, Mama, they’re black, he isn’t. He’s brown, and scary looking.” The boy, blonde haired and blue eyed like his mother, was probably from the town. It was said that on the Isle of Caergwl├ón, the darkest were those in the capital and from there, they lost their color…

Winter Hiatus

It's really chilly here in Seoul at the moment, so I took advantage of my Christmas present to weave some more cloth. Also, due to it being the end of the school year (Korean schools run from March to February), I'm currently busy with finishing up school, and getting things ready for next year.

All that said, I'm taking a hiatus from Mederei's story until March. Thankfully, I'm not leaving you on a terrible cliff-hanger, though. Posting in January and February will be sporadic as I find the time to write while getting other things done. 

For those interested in the weaving, the brownish color has flecks of gold in it, but is a rayon, acrylic mixture. The black is cashmere I received back in Buffalo a couple years back. It's been woven and washed and looks freaking amazing. I think I'll make it into a dress.

Below is a photo from the light show in downtown Seoul. It was beautiful, but cold that night.

Stay warm!

Chapter Sixteen - Cafes and Puzzles

“What have you found so far?" Mederei inquired from the coffee shop near the hotel. They had finished their meal and wandered over to find coffee and explain what they had heard. Mithrilanna and Luna, who were still out and about, listened through their glasses. Mederei had propped her glass up against an empty mug so everyone could see each other. Well, when Luna wasn't shifting her glass at odd angles. "Not much, but I happened to find Thuweni earlier," Luna said. "He said that the prince is here to save the area from a five-hundred-year disaster. There's also a book about Damla Isle that Kiango loved as a child. You don't happen to have it, do you?" Mederei snorted. "Didn't even know he could read until a couple years ago." Ramses blew out his breath. "You're being more obnoxious than normal, Medi. What is with the two of you?" "Life in general," Caradoc assured him with a wave of his coffee. He set the mug on …