Oofta! It has been a minute, hasn’t it? I haven’t written here in nearly a month. I’ve archived previous entries to private for the time being as I keep finding comments in my spam folder. No sense in attracting that if I’m not here all that much, and I’m not so vain as to think anyone would be interested in poring through my archives.
My absence is mainly because I’ve been pretty busy with work, friends, and fiddling around with various other projects. Took out the second novel the other day and spent about five hours reading through it. There were some truly awful, stilted parts where one can tell it was a NaNoWriMo novel, but then there were other parts that were actually pretty good, and better than some of the things I’ve seen published, if I say so myself.
I did notice several abrupt changes in tone, again most likely because it was a NaNoWriMo novel and pushed out at ridiculous speed. For a while I thought of my writing as Anne Rice meets Janet Evanovich, but now that I read back over the comedic parts, I’m seeing that they don’t work for me or the story I’m trying to tell. I can probably cut a number of them out, and stick with the more wry, self-deprecating snark my narrator spits out without losing the humor entirely.
One thing irritates me beyond reason, however. I wrote both of my NaNoWriMo vampire novels in 2002 and 2004, and blast it all to hell, but there are quite a few passages that sound like Sookie Stackhouse of True Blood turned into a vampire. Not that I am going to try to get these published, as I think that unless Anne Rice’s forthcoming Prince Lestat ressurects the genre, vampire stories have jumped the shark for the time being. But even if vampire tales were still hot, the style, if not the plot, is too much like an episode of True Blood to be considered original as far as I’m concerned.
The plots for both of my novels need work, and there are many gaping holes where I had hastily typed in plot notes after NaNoWriMo was over so I wouldn’t lose the ideas. Now that I’ve gotten into enough of a groove with my paying work to reclaim my weekends and evenings, I may revisit one or both of them. I do think they will eventually have the right stuff to give it a go at self-publishing, but there’s probably at least a year’s worth of work ahead of me before they’re finished.
Then again, NaNoWriMo is coming up, and I’ve been toying with ideas for a story about a gargoyle, and one about Salome, John the Baptist, and enchanted wine. Decisions, decisions.
(Poem created with the online Nature Magnetic Poetry Kit. The font is now san serif because I’m forced to use Internet Explorer for that particular site, and that’s how IE sees the words. Firefox was becoming entirely too glitchy with PDFs so I got rid of it in favor of Chrome, much as I loathe Google product privacy violations. Well, font-rendering in Chrome positively sucks even with the various DirectWrite tweaks. Someone needs to develop a new browser, pronto.)