Thoughts on writing A Haunting of Roses…
What to do is as plain as the nose on my face. At plot group I was advised to get rid of the prologue and begin at Chapter I with the murder. Okay. No problem, but now the decision is if I begin with the murder and follow with the detectives, that is, my inquisitor and his physician assistant, then the mystery follows the cosy style, although it’s more like a thriller in content. It becomes a matter of Inquisitor Mira and Physician Evara puzzling out who did it.
On the other hand I could begin with Marisandra’s dilemma—that’s the first set-up for a motive to murder. I would have to follow with other set-ups of suspects and motives: Chard Roelof maybe, certainly the Geddes situation, and Lady Elynde’s unhappy situation, and finally the true reason for the murders would come to light, that is, must be woven in so that Inquisitor Mira (and the reader) could figure it out. The focus would be more on characters than puzzle, although the murder is a puzzle, the truth would be misdirected–heh, heh.
A warm, playful wind has been buffeting the trees and pushing clouds about the sky all week. I’ve been buffeting my brain and keeping my hands full of words.
For A Fall of Diamonds, wrote character arc notes and now have at least 3 new scenes to write and a way into each. Scene planning is proving fruitful. I hate sitting down to write with a head full of ice, like the plains of Antartica.
Today is edit day for my most recent scenes for A Haunting of Roses. I’ve restricted my editing to once a week on Sundays where I read over the scenes I wrote during the week, edit and make notes and figure out exactly what the scene is about. While writing I’m all too aware of the flaws and lacks, but the point is to get it down and keep moving. I think about that scene in Pitch Black where the survivors of the spaceship wreck must run the gamut in the dangerous dark strung with a few lights to keep off the voracious creatures populating the planet. Their lights had limited power so they had to keep moving. That’s me. If I pause, my savage internal editor will eviscerate me like those clawed, vicious creatures in the movie so I keep my hands full of words to light my way from sentence to paragraph, and on Sundays I can look at what I wrote. I wrote an AHR scene on Friday that lacks emotional punch so I’ll be looking at it today.
Sunday is also my short story workshop day when I fiddle with whichever piece of short fiction tugging on my mind. These 3 articles, https://tinyurl.com/n8zwnnx, https://tinyurl.com/kuyukbf, and https://tinyurl.com/l9xuvs8 written by Michelle Knowlden at ocwriters.network are the lights in that particular darkness.
Time to get to work.
This morning a warm wind blusters through the freshly-leaved branches of the pecan tree, the young leaves flutter, the squash plants lift and sway, boxed about by the wind, the lacy branches of the tree near the shed bob about, the birds call, the wind wooshes, the air is scentless. A dull light suffuses the sky, gray and sunless.
It’s seven o’clock. I’ve got my coffee, Trader Joe’s Monsooned Malabar, a gift from my best friend, there are no TJ’s in Alabama. I plan to write as much as I can today. Tomorrow I’ve a plot meeting via FaceTime. A Fall of Diamonds has been at rest for the past week. I’ve got plot issues I hope to resolve during the meeting.
I’m very happy about my progress with A Haunting of Roses, writing 3,215 words this week, but I want to hit a higher benchmark.