July 7th, 2010

criminal minds boom

didn't anybody tell you this river's full of lost sharks?

Whew. Okay, I think that's a final draft of "Confessor," at 17,000 words, which is dead on the money.

*blows smoke off keyboard*

Also, I figured out a bunch of stuff that goes in Mobius Heart yesterday. Including but not limited to characters named Indrapramit, Ferron, and Dexter Coffin. (That last is a Connecticut Joke.)

It might be a murder mystery. I seem to be on an SFnal murder-mystery kick, lately.

The early stages of turning an idea into a story are interesting. Finding the right characters, the right conflict to develop the ideas--it's a delicate balance and it can't really be rushed. Hothoused, yes--heavy reading helps, and so does doing stuff. Inspiration hides under rocks.

Now I have to finish reading this book, and maybe eat some cold cereal. Because omg. HOT.
comics invisibles king mob

i never thought about love when i thought about home

Radio Paradise is completely obsessed with the new The National album.

This is not a bad thing.

So the post-novel ennui is ebbing, right on schedule, because as of today, I find myself running my fingers through my unfinished short stories and gloating over how cool they're going to be. I'm excited by them all, and can't wait to finish a few. I keep scribbling down ideas or a few sentences in their various files, poking at them, reading the bits I have and being happy.

It hasn't cleared up entirely yet, because none of them has provided me with the satisfying click of completeness--okay, you can write me now!--in a while. But we're grooming each other, we are. And it's only a matter of time.

This is an uncomfortable stage, though--because I want to be working, but it's not ripe yet. But oh, have I got the figets. I need to finish some stuff!

And I had a nifty idea for Steles of the Sky (which appears to be getting to keep its title, minus the direct article--which means I need to come up with matching titles for the other two books and a series title sooner or later) and I think I will need to write an outline or something before too long, because it is the sort of book that is asking for an outline. 

I love this feeling. I feel unstuck, and like my mojo is working, for the first time since mid-2007. (Apparently my mojo has been working, mind you, based on the opinions of other people--but that's not the same thing as feeling it, feeling relaxed and confident about the stories and their worth.) I'm actually enjoying writing.

I can keep this for a while, please?

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