I have a number of things going on in my personal life. My writing day remains a neutral zone where they don't enter, where I sit and compose, edit, revise, and polish.
It's been going sweet. Mostly been polishing chapters, two yesterday, two the day before. I'm enjoying the story I've written. The writing is not breathtakingly beautiful but I escape with the story, setting and characters. I'm engaged, entranced. My polishing of these chapters require little changes, maybe six to ten fixes on each day. Most of these have to do with agreement of tense or subject/verb as I changed the original sentences in the past but missed addressing some needs.
I figure I still have three to four more chapters to write. These will bring a number of matters together. The novel's story is complex so I thought I would do this editing to refresh myself with everything before writing these chapters. They're partially written in my mind, waiting for me to summon the.
The novel is now around 440 pages, 140,000 words. Mentioning its length and how much still remains to be written, my wife intones, "Don't let it get too big."
I pressed the full snark button. "It can't be too big. Any man will tell you that."
My response elicited a weary, derisive moue - she's heard all of that before, can't I just let one go?
But I was serious in half of my answer. I'm writing for my reading preferences and I like big, sweeping books. I'm inspired by Lonesome Dove, Asimov's Foundation series, Herbert's Dune series, A Song of Fire and Ice, by George RR Martin (more often known by its HBO handle, A Game of Thrones), the Harry Potter series and Susanna York's Jonathon Strange and Mr Norrell. I like messy books, with half told stories that are finished later, stories that follow a disjointed continuum of life.
I'm enjoying writing and editing this novel because several of the groups of people involved have different mythologies and beliefs but act on their knowledge as though it's the sole, absolute truth. Humans learn and accept matters as 'truths' and have difficulty discarding these ideas even when they're demonstrated that they're not truths. It's fun exploring it. The reader knows that they all have different beliefs and explanations about what's happening and why but the characters never reach that point where their actions and belief reached a confluence of agreement about what's going on.
So, onward. Time to write like crazy once again.
Causes Michael Seidel Supports
Kiva, Women's International League for Peace and Freedom, Propublica.org, Doctors Without Borders, GreaterGood.com