Call of the Wild

Remember how I was going on about the snow?

We had another storm, just as peaceful, and DH and I sat back blissfully ignoring it until the next day when we went out to clear a path into the world. So while DH was blowing the driveway clean, I took a shovel to the back deck and spotted something odd in the backyard. At first I thought it was a tuft of grass, as if a squirrel had gotten hungry and dug through the snow to find some nuts.  There were also several sets of animal tracks in the yard. But something didn't look quite right.  So I wandered into the yard to take a closer look, and am I sorry I did!

No. It wasn't a tuft of grass. The first spot I came to was actually the squirrel's tail.  EWWW. And just beyond that, well let's just say it was a pile of uninhabited fur.

On that happy note, I was happy to go back inside and finish working on editorial comments that I'd received for Living Canvas. Yes, I finally got professional feedback, and I have to say I'm pleasantly surprised. This story has been a struggle for me, and after all the iterations, I needed that fresh set of eyes. Her comments were upbeat, positive, and the areas for improvement were completely do-able and not a surprise to me. That being said, I think I can put this story to rest. I'm shopping it one last time before I move on to the NEXT BIG THING.


In honor of "the end," here is the inspiration for the setting in Living Canvas. Isn't it a beautiful house!

Snow

There really is something magical about snow. It casts the world in a whole different light.

My husband will tell you there's nothing to love about snow. Absolutely nothing.  But I argue that it's beautiful. It makes the world look clean and bright, even if only for a couple of hours. It shrouds the earth with a noise-deadening blanket. It sparkles in the sunlight.  Yes, you have to shovel it if you intend to go anywhere. Yes, the plows come by and throw dirt on the crust. Yes, it makes driving treacherous at times. But sometimes, sometimes it makes you come to a dead stop when you've been rushing around. It makes you take stock of the world around you rather than focusing on something that likely isn't as important as you originally thought it was.

Am I getting too philosophical?

In the Midwest, we see lots of snow over the course of the winter, and I'm the first to admit that during those years where the snow doesn't seem to end, I'm good and done with it. This year, we've had an unseasonably warm winter so far, and no White Christmas. This past week was the first "real" snow we've had this season. We've had an inch here and there, but this time we got five inches. Still not a lot in the grand scheme of things, but enough to really be snow and not just a teaser. It was enough to make me want to take a snow day, even though it wasn't warranted. Enough to make a cup of hot chocolate and look out the window at the wonder of the changed landscape. Enough to turn down the noise in my mind and appreciate the quiet.

I'm sure if you check back with me in another month, after the snow is no longer a novelty, my opinion will be slightly different, but for now, I'm going to enjoy the fresh canvas outside my window.

And to my dear husband - at least it's not oobleck, eh?

At a loss for words

There are some days when the words just won’t come. Of course this is counterbalanced by those days when I can sit at my keyboard and type for 8 hours straight and still feel like I haven’t gotten it all down.

I’m still editing Living Canvas, although the editor who had started to work with me dropped out. Now I’m not going to say anything nasty about her, although I’m extremely disappointed that although she knew exactly what the story was about (evidenced by a detailed synopsis) she suddenly decided that she didn’t edit my genre. ANYWAY, there is a Plan B.

Living Canvas is one of those stories that I somehow can’t let go of, and for that reason, it has been through the meat grinder more than once. I began writing it 5-6 years ago and realized, after the first few chapters, that it didn’t have any direction. My first several attempts at writing were all by the seat of my pants - let the story flow, I’ll work out the details later kind of writing. Living Canvas is the first story I wrote where I understood the importance of at least some sketch of an outline. Otherwise you just have boring characters living a day-to-day life. This story has been recrafted into an inspirational (which nearly got picked up), a straight romance, a paranormal (which it was always intended to be, but lacked direction), and a murder mystery. With all the rewrites, I’ve reached a point where I don’t remember which storyline follows – enter the enhanced need for an editor. I think I finally have “The Story” that I want to tell. This is the last incarnation – whether it sells or whether it sucks (pardon my language). In the meantime, I still have Epitaph to clean-up if I hope to sell that one and I have two outlines for new stories waiting for the chance to gestate and find their way onto paper.

All those things people tell you when you begin writing – write what you know; stay true to your story; etc. – it’s true. Maybe that’s why Living Canvas is so personal for me. I got lost somewhere along the line trying to fit it into a cubbyhole and got away from the “my idea” part of the story. Beta readers and critique groups kept trying to mold my ideas into their own and because it started out a little tenuously (without direction), I followed everyone else’s thoughts. Now I love my Beta readers and my critique groups, but the important thing to remember is that the story is MINE. Even in this version of Living Canvas, one of my dearest friends kept trying to push me into an alternate story line that didn’t work for me. That being said, she did give me one crucial key to this version which “makes” the story for me. The way she wanted me to use that idea was so far out there that even I couldn’t wrap my head around it. She’s a wonderfully creative friend, but sometimes her ideas run amok. Fortunately for me, I was able to rein it in, and in the end, it helped me focus my thoughts into what I wanted for this story. Me. Now it’s just a matter of improving my characterizations, which is something that I have to work very hard at. It’s difficult when you see something so clearly in your head to realize other people don’t see it the same way. It’s the work part of writing – conveying those visions into words. And that’s the direction my editing has taken now.

So wish me luck, and keeping my fingers crossed that the new editor can help me make sure I haven’t lost a thread in the story or repeated a scene in the latest version (because honestly, even in reading it again, I can’t remember if I included it or omitted it this time around). I’m hoping to have this thing DONE so I can move forward.