12:57 pm November 1, 2010NaNoWriMo: GO!

Hello there… SuzyG here coming at ya from November 1st. I am focused, y’all. Facebook has been shut down, y’all. I’m not sure why I’ve started calling y’all “y’all”, y’all.

So there’s been a slight adjustment to my whole NaNoWriMo plan. The original plan was to have draft 1 of “Pond of Pretties” finished by today. (*snort* excuse me, I was just laughing my own butt off at myself) My NaNoWriMo book was going to be “Finding Boaz” (crappy working title).

But.

The new plan: 50k NEW WORDS added to what I already have with Pond of Pretties (and I love that title… no one better fight me on it). I’m honestly not sure what my current word count is… maybe 30 or 35k? Broken down, that’s 1667 words a day to reach that 50k goal. Today (since midnight) I’ve already written 1609. Booyah! I have a new motivational system that really seems to be working for me. My friend/neighbor Shahara will allow me one can of Diet Coke for every chapter I give her to read. No, seriously. That’s the deal. Nothing motivates my butt like the idea of an impending caffeine headache.

Pond of Pretties. Can I tell you how much I am in love with this story? Can I tell you that I’ve rather come to think of the characters as actual people? I’m slightly worried for my mental well-being, but I’ve got pills for that. This story is sort of my heart, guys. The themes in it (and I’m trying to make them subtle rather than beating readers over the head with them) are ideas and struggles that are near and dear to me. I can not wait for my fingers to get the rest of this story out, for it all to come to fruition. For resolution! Because I know what’s coming, but so far my characters do not. (Hang on, I’m going to take a pill…)

Write on, writers. =)

Also, as an aside, Zoe has put up a post about her winning 2nd place in a BYU coloring contest. Check it out.



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So my current novel? Is pretty rad. In concept, anyway. My writing could use all kinds of help, but I love the idea of my story.

Here it is, in a nutshell:

Jackson, who has been shuffled between foster homes for the last ten years, turns 18 and inherits his estranged uncle’s old plantation home and the surrounding 100 acres of property — property that includes a massive, unkempt pond and a thick forest of gnarled live oak.

Harper awakes one night at the edge of a dock looking out over an old pond. With no memory of anything up that point, she quickly comes to the realization that she is dead — a ghost trapped on an old plantation property, searching for the memories of her life, and the mystery surrounding her death.

Eh? Not too smelly, right? There’s one small issue: I have never stepped foot on a plantation property. I’ve never been to the deep south. So it’s been rather rough trying to grasp just the right mood and feel for a deep south setting. Google has been my friend… a crutch, actually. Research is not really my thing. It trips me up. I like making stuff up, and there’s nothing worse when you’re on a roll than to have to stop writing and ask yourself, “Hmmm, I wonder if libraries in Louisiana really have basements…” It’s annoying! And yet it’s something that has to be done, the fact checking. Cuz when the book is finished, there will be some person from Louisiana reading it and yelling at the pages, “Hey, idiot, libraries in Louisiana don’t have basements!” And then the story will be ruined for them because of that one small oversight.

So here’s a small list of things I’ve had to try to Google (with varying degrees of success) for my book. If you know the answers to any of these, please feel free to fill me in. (And thanks in advance for helping me look like less of a fool.)

(the one I just mentioned) * Do libraries in Louisiana have basements?
* Will koi in a pond nibble at a dead body?
* How do you go about draining a pond the size of a football field?
* What is a common floor plan for a plantation style house?
* What month do mammoth sunflowers peak?
* What do the stems of giant sunflowers feel like? (I went into a neighbor’s backyard and felt theirs to answer this one.)
* What is the typical weight of a really big catfish?
* Can a greenhouse be altered to be made into a usable art studio? (an artist friend of mine gave me an educated guess about this one.)
* How rare is a first edition of Where the Wild Things Are, and is it valuable?
* Who throws the white sheets over the furniture in a house after someone dies? And does anyone actually do that, or is it only done in the movies?
* What kinds of bugs and flowers are indigenous to the southern coastal states?
* How far inland can hurricanes come? How far inland will the storms still be violent?
* Do city buses run through rural areas of states? How far do they go? Into adjacent counties?
* What are those things called where you pin different species of butterflies to a board?
* How long does it take a body to decompose in a body of water… with and without the help of fish? (I can’t imagine walking up to a knowledgeable person and asking this question… for fear that they would call the police on me.)

So here’s the deal: I’ve got until the 31st to finish the first draft of this story. Because…. (drum roll)… November is NaNoWriMo!! I have to start with a fresh novel for the NaNoWriMo contest. And I don’t dare start another novel until I’m finished with a first draft of the current one. Too much stuff going at once, and none of it will ever see completion. My NaNoWriMo novel idea is a dystopian trilogy about a group of homeless telepathic teens. I’m hoping there will be less fact checking in those stories. I hope. Really. Cuz have I mentioned how I hate the fact checking??

… and that is why I will never, ever write a historical novel.

And now, for your enjoyment, a few internet pictures I’ve been staring at, trying to write about my setting… since I’ve never actually been to anywhere in the deep south.







So you know how I was all excited about finishing the first draft of my first novel?

I was all “Yay! I’m awesome! Blah blah, more awesome! And also, awesome!”

And then I let it sit to marinate for a little while, moving on to other ideas. Then I went back to revise. And guess what I learned while revising?

Holy crap, my story sucks. Big time.

I got half way through revisions and realized that it wasn’t really getting any better with revision. Kind of like if you’re working with a stew with a puke base, it won’t matter how much you season it, or add fresh herbs or tender meats, or reduce it, thicken it with corn starch or thin it with chicken broth…

It’s still made of puke, dude.

So I put it away and moved on. While I won’t say that I’ve completely thrown my first novel under the bus, I will say that I’ve taped it to the front of the bus and told the bus driver not to worry about driving too carefully. If it gets ruined in the rain, or gets blood stains from smashed pedestrians, or runs head first into a cement barrier… well, I won’t cry over it. In fact, I wouldn’t cry even if I ended up taping it to the front of that speeding bus that Sandra Bullock steered while Keanu Reeves shouted things at her and Dennis Hopper said that there was a bomb on it and Cameron from Ferris Bueller’s Day Off was a wimpy passenger.

I wouldn’t even give a care if it was that bus.

Because we’re moving on, people. I’m 5 or 6 chapters into a new novel… completely different, and hopefully less sucky. This one does not take place in a parallel world, nor does it have flesh-eating creatures or elven people who speak in ridiculous dialog. Nope. This one is different… though not completely “realistic”, because regular lives are realistic and — yawn — that’s boring.

This novel is — among other things — a ghost story. A story of unrequited love, mysterious deaths, creepy unwanted inheritances, and redemption.

Sounds better, right? That’s because I’m pretty sure it is. I’m really hoping that this one doesn’t end up taped to the front of a bus that can’t slow down.

But we’ll see. I’m coming up with goofy metaphors just in case…





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