Friday, November 10, 2006
Picasso Lives Here
I am a little over 8K with my demon story. I've hit a few snags here and there, and after wrangling with it for hours yesterday, I finally found a fix. I simplified the plot.
It's supposed to be an erotic romance, and I think I just had too much going on in the overall story. Too many horror elements. It seemed "busy", and there wasn't a whole lot of romance to boot. I finally had to look at it and say, "What's wrong with this thing?" and "Does this belong in a romance?"
I culled some of the side plots that seemed to be cropping up in the story. I simplified the theme, and general idea. Now, when I go back and describe the story, the premise sounds more like something you'd attribute to romance. I think I've got a workable storyline now. No more free drifting fiction.
All of the fixing came after I struggled to find the right setting. From the beginning, I've wanted this story to take place in NYC--somewhere I have never been, and know very little about. After researching Manhattan, I almost switched the setting to New Orleans, a city I know like the back of my hand, but the action didn't fit, particularly after Katrina. Moving the story seemed to knock everything out of balance. *sigh* Basically, I discovered this story belongs in NYC, just like Wicked Temptation belongs in San Fransisco.
My main concern was the distance between hero and heroine. Where the heck are the fancy, shmancy penthouse apartments in Manhattan? After all, I can't imagine a demon prince wanting to live in anything less. And the townhouses in Upper East Manhattan... How far is that from where the hero lives? Small details that probably seem unimportant, but things I kinda need to know if she's having to take the subway to go visit him. *grumble, grumble*
I was so stressed out by the end of the day yesterday, I was ready to run screaming into the wilderness. It definitely wasn't a day conductive to writing, but at least I managed to reach my goal. First thing off, hubby woke up late for work. Then Mini decided to play Picasso on the off- white suede recliner with an ink pen. I scrubbed it with one of those Woolite doo-jobbers that's supposed to clean upholstery, but it looks like the artwork is there to stay. During all this, my computer stopped being friendly, and I couldn't connect to the internet.
I called hubby to see if he made it to work on time, but found out he was at Walmart and had called in absent. He brought home a Go, Diego, Go! toddler bedroom set for Mini and left me to put the thing together. For the rest of the day mostly watched TV and snoozed on the couch while I fought with the furniture. Anyway, I got through the table and chairs, and a the toy bin, but the bed will have to wait until later this afternoon. I have to rearrange the bedroom to fit it sometime today.
Oldest is home today, as well. They are out for Veterans day. (He's home, but my Veteran had to go to work. Strange, when you think of it.) When he goes back, he has a three day in school suspension to sit through... Darn, ornery, teenage boys!
*Calgon! Take me away!*
It's rough right now, and I had a hideous day yesterday. But this morning when I got up and looked at my messy house I thought--hey, this looks like crap, but I've written most of a novella in a little over a week. That's pretty damn cool. And this is by far the best NaNo I've ever managed. I can't remember exactly, but I think the most I've ever been able to do is 10k--and that would be stretching it.