Time for an excerpt

The altar stone drew her. It was rough and rusty-red, an oblong piece of rock fallen from a mountainside, cracks and fissures in it and one end narrowing to a point. It was five feet or so wide at the widest point, and eight or nine feet long. The sides had not been shaped at all, but in the center the surface had been smoothed. She bent her head to it and smelled the stone. It smelled only like stone. She ran the palm of her left hand along the surface and had a few quick images of sharp knives and pain. Blood had been shed here, and so much of it that it still spoke.

“This is it,” she said. “The center. I think that’s why the altar was placed here.”

“You think they felt it?”

“Oh yes,” she said, shivering. The people whose stone this was had done sacrifice and chanted and prayed together, and if any of them had had power there might have been intensity enough to open the other place. They would have feared the darkness and lit candles and torches, but the violence and blood would have drawn the darkness to them. Who knew what might be disturbed, by accident or by intent? They put walls around the altar, built a fortress, then a castle, then a palace, all the while thinking the walls were to protect from enemies with spears and swords, and what they were really trying to keep out was the dark.

What I Tell Myself When Revising

Sometimes I tell myself these things when I’m writing something new, but usually it’s when I’m revising that I really have to pay heed to them.  Some people might call these tips or rules for writing — I would say they are more like self-admonishments.  The order below is roughly the frequency, highest to lowest, of how often I have to say this to myself:

 

  1. Simplify / cut to the bone.  I tend to make plot things way too complicated and then they knot everything up.  This also applies to language — nothing extra or unnecessary.
  2. Start with the action. It’s easy to write lots of lead-up to the action, because that’s the warm-up, the throat clearing.  That’s all fine in a draft where the book is being constructed, but it needs to be removed later.  In addition to being superfluous and slowing down the story, it’s also usually boring.
  3. Keep the dialogue focused.  If dialogue actually replicated the way people talk, it would be meandering and tedious.
  4. Eliminate flabby sentences.  This is its own step all by itself — I remove things that begin with “He thought that” or similar and just start after “that”.  Other flabbinesses are weak or vague verbs and unnecessary adverbs (which is most of them; my weakness is for ones that qualify a reaction: entirely, particularly, completely).  A scene that doesn’t seem to be going anywhere can acquire a lot more immediacy when it’s been de-flabbed.  I want my writing to show its pecs, darn it.

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Inspiration in the Sierra Nevada

It was not quite a year ago that I took a geology field trip run by my friend Tom to Yosemite and the Eastern Sierra.  At the time I was on my second round of revisions to the ending of M&S, and some of the mountains and geology from that trip really played into the writing of the last few chapters.  Below are a few of the pictures I took.

Half Dome from atop Sentinel Dome

Half Dome and Yosemite Valley from atop Sentinel Dome

Tenaya Lake as seen from Olmstead Point

Tenaya Lake as seen from Olmstead Point

View eastward en route to Tioga Pass

View eastward en route to Tioga Pass

 

View of the Minarets

View of the Minarets

 

A Day in the Life

Today I cut over 3000 words.  Ouch.  It would hurt more if it had been good stuff that just didn’t fit, but it was pretty much crap.  I also relearned that if none of the changes I make to a bad sentence improve it, I probably don’t need the sentence.  The good side to this is that I now have a tighter, tenser manuscript with more action.  I think I only have 3 more chapters to go before I have a complete rough draft — shooting for the end of the month for that.  Then all the parts that are just skin and bones need to receive some nourishment.  This is not at all the book I expected to write when I started out; they never are.  But I think I mostly like it.  Tomorrow, on the other hand, I might find it drivel.

Link

I found out last Friday that the UK rights have been acquired by Headline Publishing Group (a division of Hachette).  They will be publishing at the same time, though likely with a different cover, which is still in the works.  Here’s a link to their site.  It’s very exciting!

http://www.hachette.co.uk/books/detail.page?isbn=9781472214843

Map

My friend Rachel Smith drew an amazing map to go with the book.  Here is the final version:Map of Caithen 400

Textures

(This is just a rambling, think-aloud sort of post.)

 

So I’ve been thinking about the textures of writing.  Textures is my word for it — other people might call it depth or richness.  What I’m talking about is the difference between eating a handful of potato chips and eating a baked potato.  Book A has good plot, good characters, decent sentence structure, and a quick pace; Book B, with a similar plot and characters, takes longer to read and feels more satisfying, fuller, richer.  I’m trying to tease out in my head what the difference is.

I think a lot of it has to do with sentence structure and the amount of description–rather obviously, a paragraph describing something will slow down the pace of the action.  Longer, more complex sentences will also do this.  But that’s not the whole thing.  Short, plain sentences can add richness to a work, and long flowery sentences are often distracting.

The old “Show, don’t tell” maxim probably has a lot to do with it.  “He was suffused with rage” doesn’t have the same intensity as “He kicked the water cooler furiously.”  Detail adds texture, as do active verbs.  But a very detailed description of a character can still fall flat.  The detail has to be part of the storyline, not a set of instructions to the reader as to what to visualize.

The emotional depth of the character matters too.  This is a bit of a truism and sort of begs the question, because then one asks, How does a character get emotional depth? and we’re back to the same issue of richness, just more narrowly focused.  Dialogue has a lot to do with this, though it’s not essential.  Internal dialogue (by which I don’t mean strictly a Gollum-like sequence of arguing but also self-awareness and emotional conflict) is another part of it — both what happens, and the fact that the dialogue happens at all. For me, creating emotional depth is especially hard with characters who don’t have a point-of-view in the narrative — we are never privy to their internal dialogues. (Working on that is an ongoing project.)

What I’m coming to now is that there a relationship between the texture of a book and the author’s configuration of the position of the reader.  Is the reader hopping on and the author is taking her the rest of the way?  Or does the reader have to work a little too?  Does the reader have involvement in the world-building that is going on?  That’s something to think about.

Acts of Valor (When Discretion Won’t Do)

So the problem with having a protagonist who is neither careless nor stupid is that it becomes difficult for him to get trapped into disaster by the villain.  He has to overlook something, but it can’t be obvious, which means it is not obvious to me either.  Also, most of what I’m working on now is situated inside, because it’s winter, so there are always people around who get in the way of the plot.  They can’t just all conveniently go out for a walk or something.  So how do I make my main man heroic?  (My main woman’s heroism is all thought out, so not an issue at the moment.)  It needs some action.  Maybe I should just completely disregard everything I’ve written and have him leap through a portal to battle tentacled aliens surrounded by erupting volcanoes.  Or we could do the salt monster thing and he goes to bed with his wife who is not actually his wife.  Or there’s an invasion of pirates.  Or he wakes up and it was all a dream and he’s actually chained up in a dungeon.  Right.

I guess he could do something kind of stupid for the sake of love.  He knows it’s stupid, but he can’t stand to let her down.  Plus pride gets involved.  He has to have some conflict about what he’s doing.  I was thinking maybe he would rescue someone, but that seemed a little too boring, but maybe it’s someone he really really doesn’t like.  Would you put your life on the line for someone you despise?  No?  What if your significant other will be so disappointed in you that it’s the end of the relationship?  Plus you don’t want to look like a chicken?  This has potential.

Chicken Butt 3-7-10 Chickens 3-7-10 (5)

 

Galleys are here!

Or, as my son would say, proto-books.  Hard to get a good picture of them because of the high-gloss cover, but here are a few.  It’s very exciting!

Galley 1 edited Galley 2 edited Galley 3 edited Galley 4 edited

Of Ratings and Romance

Way back in the spring, before I had even finished edits, a lovely user on Goodreads gave Moth and Spark one star.  The Goodreads people told me that sometimes readers used that as a way to mark books they wanted to read.  I griped, and I notice now that they have a “Want to Read” button (https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/16239655-moth-and-spark). That one star review is still sitting out there by itself, though.

Anyway, no one seems able to figure out what genre it goes in. (Unsurprisingly, since they haven’t read it….)  I’ve seen it listed with paranormal romances and as similar to romantic family sagas, which is just silly.  People who want a steamy bodice-ripper will be disappointed, as will people who want lots of gory swordfights.  It’s a pretty standard epic fantasy with love story, but it seems to have an appeal to people who do not read fantasy, and men are really liking the love story (which is why it sold to Viking and not to a fantasy imprint — cross-over appeal), which surprised the heck out of me. The two epigraphs I used should convey some sense of how romance and fantasy action fit in:

 

At midnight on the Emperor’s pavement flit

Flames that no faggot feeds, nor steel has lit,

Nor storm disturbs, flames begotten of flame,

Where blood-begotten spirits come

And all complexities of fury leave,

Dying into a dance,

An agony of trance,

An agony of flame that cannot singe a sleeve.

–W.B. Yeats, “Byzantium”

 

The fact is, that you were sick of civility, of deference, of officious attention. You were disgusted with the women who were always speaking, and looking, and thinking for your approbation alone. I roused, and interested you, because I was so unlike them

–Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice   

 

In short, the heroine is totally based on Elizabeth Bennett, and I hope that the fantasy elements capture some of the strangeness and beauty of the above stanza by Mr. Yeats.  (The entire poem is great, and should not be confused with the more well-known “Sailing to Byzantium.”)

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