Thursday, June 07, 2012
Yesterday I mentioned that I was going to write something in honor of Ray Bradbury. This morning, I figured out the real beginning of my novel.
I knew the opening was weak but I liked it and I had re-written so bits to strengthen it but... it still lacked something. I suppose it was the act of getting knee deep in expanding the world of the story and the motivations of the characters to help me figure out what I needed to do.
The characters are so much stronger now, so much different from where I started learning about them, that they needed to have different drives. I needed to intensify the story.
Part of this comes from my friend who's also editing her novel and the conversations we have about the process. Part of it comes from me just being naturally slow on the uptake. After all, this is the first novel I've written that I think has even a chance of being something that people might want to read.
I've killed off about 5,000 words of the original draft and as it stands now, the novel is about 9,000 words longer than it was to start so that's a net change of about 14,000 words, right? No wonder it's taking such a long time to get to the point where I could call this a real First Draft. Can you tell I'm excited about this? I'm only a little over halfway through the book and I know there are going to be more words deleted, more words added and it's going to be better. I've got a group of readers who'll go through and be merciless in their critique and I'm anxious to get it into their hands.
So, even though I can't share it here (because I want to sell the book I have to keep the contents under wraps, sorry) you'll have to wait. I need to get back to writing.