January 14, 2013

Slightly Organized

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By nature, I'm a fairly organized person.  That's not to say I'm OCD, that I wouldn't rather put my shoes in the foyer than take them to my room, or that I color-code my wardrobe (though I have considered it, I admit).  Nor, for that matter, does it mean I quibble with "unsightly" stacks of books all over the floor.  They're not unsightly to me: they look like intelligence.

On the other hand, I'm really not a huge fan of chaos.  I like to straighten things - to clear off desks, and put pens back in holders, and file papers in assigned folders.  I like the feeling of getting books properly arranged on shelves.  I like to hustle clutter out of my room, because having it cluttered increases stress.  (Jenny remarked on this phenomenon a few days ago, so I don't think it's peculiar to me.) 

And this extends to my writing as well: if I can't keep myself organized, I get a most unpleasant and overwhelming sensation of panic.  I suppose that isn't an unreasonable feeling for a writer to have.  Here we are setting out to write a book that could be anywhere from 60,000 to 200,000 words long, with characters we're just beginning to know, plot twists we can't yet envision, an ending that seems incredibly distant, and more chapters than can be easily kept track of.  We may not start out with a map, but I know that for myself, if I don't at least have a few mile markers I will soon be hopelessly lost.

Some of us tackle this issue through outlines with varying degrees of detail.  For me, this has been different with every novel, but I find I don't like ones that are in-depth; they're helpful enough to follow during NaNo, when I'm rushing along much too quickly to keep track of critical points, but they leave no room for character and plot development in my own mind.  Besides, my chapters never end up following the arrangement I set up for them before I begin writing.  Still, this overarching outline can be useful as reference material as long as I don't follow it too closely.

The outline, however, is a pretty well-known means of organization.  Here are a few of the other things I do to try to keep my head above water as I dog-paddle through my novels.

corkboard and sticky notes

This is a new thing for me, and I stole the idea from Jenny.  It's a simple way of keeping tabs, not on large plot points, but on little things that are just as necessary.  Usually these are one-word reminders, just enough to spark my memory; they have to be fairly short to fit on the heart-shaped sticky notes. Sometimes I'll add a quote I want to use, or a snatch of dialogue I want to remember.  Anyone else looking at the notes for Tempus Regina would be able to make neither heads nor tails of them.  "Greek fire," says one; "abort," declares another; "smoke and mirrors," "sacrifice," blue stones," "Plato," and "The Great Exhibition," remark several others. 

Here I've also begun keeping track of edits I know I'll have to make, so I don't forget them.  I write these on different note cards to differentiate. 

notebook

I have a notebook for writing, but I also have a small, fat, spiral-bound notebook for a variety of Useful Things.  I write down blog post ideas, song titles, edits, and schedules here.  I keep track of agents queried and not queried.  I also scribble lists of books to find and notes on necessary research, like the phosphorescent qualities of zinc sulfide.  My notebook itself is not very organized, given my tendency to use up every spare bit of page until a single leaf has three separate lists crammed together.  But since I can navigate it well enough, and needful schedules, lists, and research are in one spot, it works very well.

chapter outlines

Unless I'm doing NaNo, I write each chapter of my novel in a separate Word document.  When it's finished, I copy it, add it to the main manuscript file, and then save both.  Writing from beginning to end in a single document is, for some reason, overwhelming to me.  Besides, finishing a chapter is much for satisfying this way.

The downside of this method is that it means I'm frequently faced with a blank page.  Every time I finish one chapter and begin another, I have an empty sheet of virtual paper - no words or snatches of sentences to spur me on.  And most of you know, I hate beginnings.  What I do to start myself off is to jot down quick notes in my writing notebook (not the Useful Things book) as a general outline of how the chapter will go.  I break it down into parts, rarely detailed, but enough to show me about how long the chapter will be and how many scenes it will contain.  It gives me a prompt and a starting place, and as I finish each section I can check it off.  (I love checking things off.)  This has been one of the most helpful flotation devices I've found for myself.

what methods do you have for keeping yourself organized?

January 10, 2013

Snippets of January

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I don't know that it is time, but it feels like a good time to continue Katie's "Snippets of Stories" meme; it appears I haven't participated since October.  November was so full of hasty scribblings that it seemed silly to post any of them, in the first part of December I took a break, and in the latter part I was getting the feel of Tempus Regina all over again.  (What am I saying?  I'm still getting the feel of it.)  There wasn't a good moment for snippets.

I've done a little more solid writing in January, tucked in around query letters and the like, and feel rather more capable of pulling together some semblance of a post.  Also, at some point Tempus Regina will join the list on the "My Books" page, and in a couple of weeks I plan on introducing this work-in-progress properly with a few questions-and-answers.  The story should be kicking around Scribbles quite a bit.

snippets for january


At the stable she turned, sweeping the hills again with a strange twist of desperation, as if it were the last time she would ever see them. They were beautiful, darkness and light sprawling together in a snapshot of their classic struggle, wild upthrusts and sudden drops of land as riotous as a woman’s emotions against an unchanging sky.

- tempus regina

Drawing herself up and looking around her more narrowly, she found he had set up a precarious structure of birch twigs and a rod that passed over the fire, dangling a small bronze pot above the blaze. Presently the whole construction would give way and the Assassin would have to save it from the flames, but for the moment it was picturesque. “As good as a tea kettle,” she murmured, a witch’s face passing through her memory.

- tempus regina

She looked up at him through her lashes and, parting her lips with an effort, said, “My ring. I want it back.” 

He looked back at her and she thought momentarily he was startled; then his face broke into another smile, quite charming (but a lion’s smile is charming, too, in its own way), and he twisted the blue ring off his own finger to put it on Regina’s left hand. “I see you can keep pace with me.” 

“I intend to." 

- tempus regina

A blast of wind came roaring up the hillside then and smacked them both, taking the air from Regina’s lungs and flipping the Assassin’s cloak up and over his head before racing past. She fought for breath while he fought down the blue folds, and in the midst of it all Regina could not help but think that his predicament was bitterly comic.

- tempus regina

“It seems half the elements came out to mock you tonight.”

- tempus regina

His face was white as the underside of a fish, eyes beginning to glaze; it would not have surprised her if he suddenly went belly-up and left her to kill the Saxons on her own.

- tempus regina

He set his heels into his mare’s flanks and brought her to an uneven trot, striking out first for the glow of the desert-home. Regina ground her teeth and hissed between them, and the Assassin, goading Epona to follow, called the man a name she would have blushed to repeat herself. 

- tempus regina
 
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I am a writer of historical fiction and fantasy, scribbling from my home in the United States. More importantly, I am a Christian, which flavors everything I write. My debut novel, "The Soldier's Cross," was published by Ambassador Intl. in 2010.
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The Soldier's Cross: Set in the early 15th Century, this is the story of an English girl's journey to find her brother's cross pendant, lost at the Battle of Agincourt, and of her search for peace in the chaotic world of the Middle Ages.
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Tempus Regina:Hurled back in time and caught in the worlds of ages past, a Victorian woman finds herself called out with the title of the time queen. The death of one legend and the birth of another rest on her shoulders - but far weightier than both is her duty to the brother she left alone in her own era. Querying.
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Wordcrafter: "One man in a thousand, Solomon says / will stick more close than a brother. / And it's worthwhile seeking him half your days / if you find him before the other." Justin King unwittingly plunges into one such friendship the day he lets a stranger come in from the cold. Wordcount: 124,000 words

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