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I don't know. Maybe this story is too told-story like in tone. Maybe the sentences are too long and have too many clauses and commas. Maybe it's boring to somebody who isn't me. So far I like it. No, so far I am compelled by it and all kinds of stuff just pours into my head and on to the screen. I know the whole book up to the three-quarter mark (I think, at which point I am deeply conflicted as to which of two end routes the story takes), and I know so much about this made up country that I may as well have lived there. I'm at about 24 manuscript pages (17? printed pages), 6.1 thousand words. I guess this part is kind of prologuey which is a chancy thing to do but I don't want to tell all this in flashbacks or retrospectives or infodumps later on, at least I don't think so at this point. I
I just keep putting the words into the file and considering I pretty much only make progress on weekends they're coming pretty easily. I have no idea why this is pouring out like this: it's not what I write ordinarily.
I think it should not too long by today's standards, because the narrative at least in this early part is a bit distant, a wise-cracking, cynical anonymous omniscient observer, and personally I can't read that for a really long time. I keep putting down all the really important writers like Rushdie and Eco because of it.
I'm thinking that once the protagonist is born I can slip into a tight third or maybe a head-hopping close third: maybe the latter, so we can witness the scene where not-brother Heir to the Duchy finally discovers, in cadet school, that he has sent his not-brother Declassed Protagonist to his most probable early death. But maybe that is an unnecessary moment, and revealing this in the reunion scene is all that is necessary.
Of course, I have not gotten dressed or walked the dog yet and it's after one in the afternoon. But I wrote a bit over 2000 words this morning, so that's something. Now I have to figure out how I'm going to run errands.
Oh yeah, the starter motor gave out on the car a few nights ago, and I can't afford to fix it until after I pay the property tax, for which I need a car because I have no checks and so therefore must mail a money order or pay a big fee for using the check card. Or maybe I will just walk over to the County Building on Monday and pay the big fee for using the check card, it might be less hassle in the long run as the credit union is only open for a little while longer today.
And yesterday I was really proud of myself because I calmly and without fuss paid three bills that were not late on the phone from work, just like that. And I told Ellie about the car and easily talked her into letting me pay her fee at folk dancing since I'm asking her to do the driving for the foreseeable future. And she just got a dog and so she'll be wanting to go to the dog park at some time in the future so I'll be cutting the same deal (no fee, just gas). But there is still much I have not dealt with that I must.
I just keep putting the words into the file and considering I pretty much only make progress on weekends they're coming pretty easily. I have no idea why this is pouring out like this: it's not what I write ordinarily.
I think it should not too long by today's standards, because the narrative at least in this early part is a bit distant, a wise-cracking, cynical anonymous omniscient observer, and personally I can't read that for a really long time. I keep putting down all the really important writers like Rushdie and Eco because of it.
I'm thinking that once the protagonist is born I can slip into a tight third or maybe a head-hopping close third: maybe the latter, so we can witness the scene where not-brother Heir to the Duchy finally discovers, in cadet school, that he has sent his not-brother Declassed Protagonist to his most probable early death. But maybe that is an unnecessary moment, and revealing this in the reunion scene is all that is necessary.
Of course, I have not gotten dressed or walked the dog yet and it's after one in the afternoon. But I wrote a bit over 2000 words this morning, so that's something. Now I have to figure out how I'm going to run errands.
Oh yeah, the starter motor gave out on the car a few nights ago, and I can't afford to fix it until after I pay the property tax, for which I need a car because I have no checks and so therefore must mail a money order or pay a big fee for using the check card. Or maybe I will just walk over to the County Building on Monday and pay the big fee for using the check card, it might be less hassle in the long run as the credit union is only open for a little while longer today.
And yesterday I was really proud of myself because I calmly and without fuss paid three bills that were not late on the phone from work, just like that. And I told Ellie about the car and easily talked her into letting me pay her fee at folk dancing since I'm asking her to do the driving for the foreseeable future. And she just got a dog and so she'll be wanting to go to the dog park at some time in the future so I'll be cutting the same deal (no fee, just gas). But there is still much I have not dealt with that I must.
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