Peacefully I Am Killed By You

...she told the landscape.  
How quietly you break me into pieces.
Plenilune

It is now the end of Week Two of Actually Finishing Something July; when my uncle asked me if it would really take twenty days (at the time) for me to finish my designated scene, I informed him that, judging from how fast I am not writing it, yes, it will probably take me twenty days.  How ardently I play ring-around-the-rosy with this troublesome text!  But I am pushing forward, a little at a time, and headway has been made: thanks largely to Katie, not myself.

week two questions

Be truthful.  How has the first week-and-a-half of your personal writing challenge progressed?

I have written about as much as I thought I would, and not as much as I had hoped to.  One can always find time to write, but my mental faculties have been recruited elsewhere throughout these past two weeks and this scene is simply not coming kindly on its own.  I'm finding it is not a hard scene, but one that is taking constant supervision to keep it moving forward.

Did you reach your weekly goal or wordcount?

I neglected to make any weekly goals.  I think that might make too much pressure than I can handle and then nothing would get done, but one never knows until one is squashed between the rock and the hard place what one can really do when one doesn't have a choice otherwise.

Are you finding it easier to work with a goal in mind? Or does it make you nervous and even less inclined to get the work done?

A combination of both, I'd say.  The deadline does keep my mind from jigging willfully off elsewhere and planning other scenes (other scenes come uninvited, but that's not the same thing); but deadlines have also always paralyzed me to varying degrees and made progress difficult.  In the case of Actually Finishing Something July, I tel myself that this shouldn't be because, unlike school and work, no one is going to penalize me for not making my deadline.  But there is something, no matter how hard you try to sugar-coat it, there is something unavoidably ominous about the word "DEADLINE."

Did you do most of your writing in the morning, afternoon, or evening?  When do you like to write?

I have done most of my writing either in the morning or in the evening.  My afternoons are often spent elsewhere.  I really prefer having a long, open day at home in which I can stretch out the expanse of my imagination and know it is unfettered by having to leave the house at a certain time to be someplace else at a certain time.  Time is such a nuisance. One never has enough of it, and yet it is always impinging.

What music has been inspiring you as you write?

I have been listening to Shearwater's "You As You Were" (which fits another scene in Plenilune rather better) and Heather Dale's "Sherwood" (which is a gorgeous instrumental piece that is half-melancholy and just right), and the song "Lothlorien" from the London musical "The Lord of the Rings," which seems to be intent on breaking my heart with its beauty.

Share a snippet of your writing!

Like adamant, the pounding blows of his words only drove her into a smaller, harder, more brightly-furious lump, and she dared defy him for one moment, for Skander’s sake and for Periot’s, and for Ely Jacland’s, and for one small shard of a child’s prayer that she had clung to in her most tormented moments.

Share your favourite "Ah HA!" writing moment.  Have you written anything that made you sit back and think, "Okay, this is awesome," during the last week and a half?

Yes, actually, I have!  But I can't share it because it would effectively kick the whole plot into your laps, clear as day for anyone to see, and I really don't like showing my hand before I've shown you a physical copy of the book.  I will say that it took my quite by surprise and the enormity of the accidental cleverness still has me smiling to myself as I write along.

Any problem spots, scenes that are proving hard to work, or characters giving you grief?  If so, how did you overcome these obstacles?

It is actually Margaret, of all people, who is giving me grief.  Not that she has done anything wrong - she has been pretty brilliant thus far - but the whole atmosphere of the scene is one of an outcast soul, very cold and sharply painful, with very little hope of warmth and betterment at the end, and that makes for difficult writing.  Who wants to go write that kind of atmosphere?  I think the problem at this point is that I'm weary of the acute sense of lonesomeness on Margaret's part.  I want it in there and it is exactly what the atmosphere needs to be, but day after day of writing that kind of feeling gets to your soul.

Share your favourite line said by a character during this week and a half of writing.

I never asked for them to like me,” Rupert said. “Liking is a small, dear door out which you pass in the night, unseen—but should any see you go out by it, anyone desirous of seizing your house knows by which little secret postern to come in and catch you unawares. I never asked for them to like me. I like, as to that, none of them.”


How are you going to move forward in this challenge?  It's been more than a week-and-a-half since the start (July 4th).  Are you changing your wordcount or page goal for this coming week?

In light of my last answer, I'm going to hone in on some of the characters that will bear the story on beyond this scene and become key players in the rest of the book.  I want readers to get a feel for them so that went they meet again beyond the New Ivy gala, everyone will feel familiar with the cast.  Additionally, I need something to warm the cockles of my heart.

5 ripostes:

  1. Wow...what a lovely quote...what a lovely picture...I'm awestruck.

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  2. I love the excerpt. It sounds like the challenge is progressing nicely for you. I'll be looking forward to your posts every week!

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  3. You two say you like the quote and excerpt, and I have to ask: which one! There are three in this post!

    Thank you, Mikazuki. It's not progressing as quickly as I would like, but I seem to be lacking in chutzpah at present, which may have something to do with it. But I do look forward to the weekly updates, and that helps push me forward.

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  4. That quote from Rupert about liking is... wow. Powerful.
    Poor Margaret, is her lonesomeness going to end soon?

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  5. Well...no. Sorry, but I can't honestly give a more positive answer. :P

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