Nanowrimo is probably a bad descriptor for what I am doing here. When November is over, I will not have a novel completed. I won’t even have a first draft complete. I *will*, however, have a solid notes and part of the first draft written.
Spent Saturday at the library gathering books for background research on the book. My take on it is that while even though it is a fantasy book, I want to give as much plausibility to the story as possible. Which means that tonight I’ll likely be doing some research in addition to some writing.
For those of you who are looking for JP Wagner’s work, keep checking the website. Updates on his work will be coming soon.
I’ve just begun to organize all of the writing. And by that, I mean that I’ve put all of the related material that I am currently working on into one folder, begun an “unsorted folder” and have a couple of other folders which are already dedicated to specific stories.
My plans are as follows, towards the end of editing with the publisher, I’m going to find out if there were any near misses. Books that were almost published but just didn’t quite work out. Either that or see if I can develop something further with this current story. From there I’ll plan further.
I’ve got a lot of books to go through. This means a lot of material. Either fully formed, or needing to be reconstructed from the ground up. It proposes a great creative challenge which both excites and scares me.
They say that an editor doesn’t have to be a writer. I would say that is sort of true to a point. But it really depends on what type of editing you’re performing. For your basic, in depth proofreader/grammar checker I would say, as long as you understand the basics, you can get by.
For doing what I’m doing? As I look over my dad’s book, I try to imagine what he was thinking when he was writing this. What was he trying to convey? With that mindset, I will be looking over what his editor has asked to be revised and respond how I think he’d have wanted to respond.
Luckily, I have known my dad my whole life and therefore I like to think that I knew him pretty well.
Good morning internet. It has been over a month since my last
confession I mean post. If all I had was writing, this would be unforgivable, but because I’m me I have non-writing commitments which also needed to be tended to. But now I’m back, and just in time.
July and August are being set aside to finish editing the book which will see publication this year. I’ll also be using this time to arrange a venue for a book launch in Vancouver and confirm with my Mother about one in Saskatoon at the same time (roughly).
The thing that gets me when I’m reading my dad’s work is that I begin to analyse it. It’s one thing to analyse a writer’s work and it’s an entirely different thing when you are analysing someone’s work who you knew very well. You begin to think about what they were thinking as they were committing the words to the page. How they felt, physically and mentally. How they perceived their roles in life and how they interacted with their friends and family. Please note, that while I do all of this, I still am able to enjoy the story for what it is. Entertainment. I merely get much more out of it than most people do.
This also reminds me that I need to go to the store to pick up paper, a black ink cartridge and a red pen….
Any good writer worth his salt has at least one of these lying around….
This is what I was able to find so far of my Father’s journals. I hope to be able to find more.