May 2nd, 2006

Not Flesh Nor Feathers

I've spent the morning re-reading my progress thus far on Not Flesh Nor Feathers - which stands at about 25,000 words (or roughly 100 pages, DS typed). I sort of had to. After spending a couple of weeks doing The Wreck of the Mary Byrd, I'd all but forgotten what was going on with Eden and her crew. The verdict: Holy crap. This one's gonna be packed. For you see, it is my intention that these books be complete - if not perfectly finished - as a mere trilogy. Don't get me wrong - I always want to leave room for expansion ICOO.* But here in this world where I'm constrained by reality, I'm tentatively assuming that this will be the last Eden book. And this means I've got a lot of stuff to wrap up.

Oh, I'm game for it. I'm hip to the challenge.
But it's going to be tricky.

I've got to work in Klansmen, a mad ghost, a lock failure that leads to a flood, Eden's deteriorating psychic state, corrupt local government, a botched cover-up of suspicious artifacts, a good old-fashioned church burning, the Spanish Influenza epidemic, a 30 year-old skater punk named Christ,** and irate zombies, just for starters. It's going to be a busy book.

This means, of course, that I need to get started again - but it'll take me a day or two to shift gears. Writing TWOTMB was very different - four first person POVs and one third person limited omniscient POV. Now I'm back to good old Eden's voice - and that's great, but it requires a whole different mindset; and there's so much going on, I'm probably going to need to jot myself some outline-ish notes. I don't do proper outlines, but I'm easily distracted and prone to logic issues, so sometimes it's just best if I give myself a little guidance.

Just for giggles, I'm going to open up my Trusty Notebook right now and type out the first page of outline-ish notes I find. Okay. Here you go:
    "don't forget about Nick - he's got the thingy. make sure to put in something about M's problem with dude. don't let TE say too much about PG. stuff PG into narrative later. or whatever. maybe trash altogether. [:: illegible ::] H and M coming up on Friday, not Sunday. keep it straight, dumbass. don't forget about whatshisname, the guy who has that stuff (look it up later). put H with--or bring up mar not mal??? leave mar there for later? bring him figure it out later. 1890, uncle sold it. 1970 TVA. wtf was i thinking 72?"
Take note, kids. That's a master craftswoman at work, right there. The seeds of literature. Yup.

Well. This master craftswoman is getting a mite peckish.
Time to adjourn for lunch.

* In Case Of Oprah.
** I bet cerisehaze just shot soda out of her nose :) We have an old friend named "Chris" who has a typo on his Social Security card; it identifies him as "Christ." I've written a loose caricature of him into this book - sort of a, "what if he'd stayed in Chattanooga" sort of thing.

new news

Nothing new to report at the moment except for this: My very first book review for Chiaroscuro is up and alive. It’s about Roger Corman: Metaphysics On a Shoestring, by Alain Silver and James Ursini. Fun book. Go read my review. It includes the sentence, “One of these days I simply must get my hands on a copy of The Saga of the Viking Women and Their Voyage to the Waters of the Great Sea Serpent.”

Yeah, for serious.

[Crossposted from my website. If you'd like to comment, you can do so either here or there.]


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