Ahhh!!!!!
I hate editing. I’ve almost, and quite nearly, rewritten the entire novel–granted, it’s better but . . . still.
The book is coming along quite nicely. It’s fluffy, it’s dark, it’s funny, it’s sad. I’m pretty damn proud of it.
I don’t think I mentioned it in any of my post, but I come from a large family. In fact, counting me and my parents, we were a family of thirteen. Yeah. It’s not the luckiest of numbers if you’re the superstitious type.
For the most part, our luck as a whole, didn’t do anything to diminish the superstitious belief in the mysticism surrounding that unlucky number. If anything, we enhanced its reputation and infamy. But, I love my retarded siblings, and our family as a whole. This book is a way for me to immortalize them and the little farm we grew up on.
The story actually takes place on that farm. The mention of Kirby’s Pond, or trash pile we called the Heap, and even stealing apples off the neighboring farm were all things we did when we were kids. I put them in the book. My brothers and sisters who’ve read the rough draft appeared to enjoy the flow of memories. I won’t know for sure until they try to sue me after it gets published I guess.
My daughter has instructed me to “shut up”. I keep reading her excerpts from the story on the weeks that I have her, but she wants to read it from beginning to end after it’s done and is worried that I’m going to ruin it for her.
It is the worst kind of torture keeping that promise. If you write, then you know what I’m talking about.
That’s my update–three chapters left to edit and the epilogue.
Oh. I almost forgot. For you sci-fi nuts out there, my daughter wants to start her own anime comic. She’s obsessed and actually a very capable artist at the age of nine.
“She really has her own style.” That is a quote from her art teacher. She is obsessed with drawing. In fact, I bought her a box of twenty notebooks for Christmas–she’s already filled them up.
I’m writing another story right now, as well. I’m using the story to create the world that my daughter will draft her anime story arcs off of. It’s called the Church of Echoes.
I’m on the third chapter right now. It’s sprinkled with humor, action, and an interesting shift in the world culture–fossil fuels have run out, an attempt to counter global deforestation and rising pollution has gone horribly wrong–turning the world into a jungle planet, and the space program was completely abandoned, resulting in some bizarre advances in the field of DNA manipulation. It’s going to be an interesting read.
Well, cats and kittens, I’m out of coffee and ignoring a phone call. Till next time.
Good-bye.