I’ve been busying myself during the midnight hours, fooling around with the templates and graphics for my Planet Moderan site, which has been moved to new servers. I’m not going to automatically transfer over the content, as I have some new things I want to try. There’s no real hurry, and I’d like to give those things the best showcase I can.
In the meantime, I’m moving along with my nanonovel Fallen Earring, hovering around 7,000 words for all of the trumpeted fail ( there has to be a certain percentage of anti-fail so that the fail is that much sweeter in this hostile (or merely indifferent universe)).
Yeah…but that fail, that’s a problem. The very concept of fail has so invaded things that it invaded my nanonovel last night and made me write this passage of questionable wisdom:
I’m up all night again. Can’t seem to shake this bout of insomnia, and am just going to have to run with the sleep/fail and hope it ends soon. So tired. Day upon day of two-three hours of sleep at a stretch followed by exhaustion and passing out at the wrong time of day to reset the Circadian rhythms has me disoriented, and it’s all I can do to distractedly type away…
Somehow I managed to record an episode of the show today. I was just watching myself on camera, and I looked like hell. Face all pouchy and dissipated.
The face of fail.
Because that’s what I do. That’s all we do.
Think about it.
Everything you do is ultimately bound to fail. Entropy always wins, in the end.
That isn’t to say we shouldn’t bother to do anything, because doing things helps us to pass the time. But the long view says that everything we accomplish is but the erection of an anthill.
Sometimes it’s comforting to take that objective view, see things from the mountaintop as it were, to take in the big picture.
Because you can get too close to real sometimes too.
Jeeping jeebus! What in the name of Graham Nash was I thinking? I can see it now, Fail and Loathing In Innsmouth is my new title. Hmm. Waitaminnit. Ok, I gotta do something with that.
I’m working at Fallen Earring. There are a lot of stops and starts but the story is starting to emerge from the ashes of the previous ten or so outlines. It’s a lot more autobiographical than most of my things, even though the character isn’t modeled after me. But the genesis of a lot of the incidents and happenings in the character’s life occurred in my own. Not much Marty Sue, but the charge might have a smidgeon of barb.
Those sections are turning out to be the easiest to write, which leads me to a conundrum.
I’m what you call a linear writer. The flow of words is so important to me that I write things in consecutive order, the way they’re laid out. It’s only later that I tear that all up and rearrange it.
But I can see where I may be slogging soon. There’s a slower section coming up, and the contemplative bogs me down because, well, I’m me. Much more intuitive than contemplative. I don’t want to improv on it because it’s an important section, but I already know it’s gonna be slow and am tempted to ditch the next three thousand or so words and dig into the warping-reality stuff.
Cuz yeah, reality-warp beats fail. The premise is fruitful and I’m inventing spins already. The metafictional angle (my lead character is a blogger) works, fits my warped sensibilities, helps to subtly impress the storyline. I love researching/remembering/dreaming up the period detail. I just need to get through that passage. And I dipped into it tonight.
The Fallen Earring blog. Just in case you want to visit. You never know when I might pop up a segment.
Yep. So here it is again, nanotime, when incipient novelization is supposed to be translated into actuality at 1667 words per day. This will be my fourth attempt. I’ve successfully navigated the nanowaters before thrice, but have never had the particular set of challenges I face this time-namely, embarking on a novel without any preliminaries.
I was originally going to work on a delayed project, Vermilion Dawn, set many years after Martian colonization. That novel needs some seed from a previous novel to work properly, though, and much rumination led to deciding upon a “rewrite” of a novel I’ve started several times but haven’t finished, in an attempt to exorcise that ghost once and for all.
So, after much waffling, hemming, and hawing, I withdrew Vermilion Dawn in favor of Fallen Earring, dragged out my ten thousand docs and links and books and whatnot about Hendrix, and furiously began scribbling, in longhand on notebook paper, my proposed outline. That was the day before Hallowe’en.
The floor in my office became decorated with paper balls not long after that. I spent part of a mostly sleepless night shooting them through a Nerfoop I have hanging next to the door and ruminating about how to make the thing work.
Fallen Earring is a genrehopper, a rule-breaker. An altworld themed-story collection that masquerades as a novel and takes place mostly via flashback. I’ve been working on it on and off for a few years now-the themes and settings of the thing are burned into my brain (like some of my other unwritten or unpublished “works”), and I cannot let them go. The problem is that I hadn’t arrived at the proper method of telling the story.
Still not sure that I have. I’ve gone from third person limited to third omniscient, from present tense to past, to first person, to having different characters tell the story. I’ve tried having Jimi as a character, which doesn’t work at all, having him as the narrator, which really doesn’t work on an extended basis, adding metafictional frameworks, turning the events of the narrative this way and that, trying semi-desperately to find a way, the right way, to GET THE DAMN STORY TOLD.
I think I have it. Now I just need to finish up several other projects so I can get at the thing. And hope against hope that I don’t change my friggin mind again.
My ancient colored-pencil and smeared-marker pic has been pressed into service as the cover. I added some lettering I developed a couple of years ago, did a little photoshop sharpening, and that was that.
Now I just need to do the writing. I’m actually shooting for @75k, as that’s the projected wordcount of the whole thing, and I’m still waffling over whether or not to edit what I do each day and put it up here. Very possible-I’m going to take a look at what I actually have and make that decision.
On other fronts-I’m still waiting for GoDaddy to finish the transfer of my domain to my new webhost so I can get after rebuilding my website. I was hoping that could be done before NaNoWriMo so as not to complicate things any more than they already are, but no go. That’s going to be a cause for more waffling as I try to decide whether to go with a more conventionall website or to make everything wordpress. Very likely that it’ll be some combination of the two like I’ve had before, but I just don’t know. I’m pretty sore about the short shrift I got from GoDaddy and really don’t want to do a whole bunch of coding. That’s all up in the air for now.
I almost chickened out of Nano, but when I was established as the community leader from Writing Forums, I had to buck up and run with the ball. WF recently promoted me to global moderator from my previous position as forum mod. Have to set a good example.