Tuesday, August 17, 2010

Down to a Specific Problem

All right, I found the problem whilst thinking about my writing as I fell asleep last night.

Namely when I began comparing it to CSH.

Short answer? Characters. The reason I’m not motivated to write TR anymore is because I’ve fallen out of sync with my characters. I’ve become apathetic to them. All of them. Major and minor. I still like Esrov all right, ish, but I just don’t care about them anymore.

I still like my plot, which is good. But I need to rediscover my characters. Maybe even rewrite them. But I don’t know how or what direction to take them in.

So, I’ve decided to make a dangerous move*. I’m setting TR aside to work on revisions for CSH**. So all you alpha readers who still haven’t gotten back to me, chop chop. I’m compiling comments this week.

On the brighter side, Nathan said he liked my first two chapters of unpolished TR. That’s a good sign.

Also, congrats to Joe who just completed another novel!

Excerpt of the day:
Esrov always knew he would die young. The ghost of Mount Isarai looming outside the shop’s two-pane window reminded him of that. His hands paused above the small watch on the table, stilling the slim tools between his fingers. He gazed to the legendary mountain half-concealed by empty snow clouds. It jutted upwards from the frost-bitten ground like a rusted dagger, chipped from overuse. Esrov knew Isarai was sacred, but the feelings of dread its presence enticed in him were anything but spiritual.
The Raimos, chapter 1

*Dangerous because once a story is set aside, it becomes much harder to go back to…
**A story where I love every character I created, and my favorite character is the protagonist. This is a good thing.

1 comment:

  1. Yeah... if you don't like your characters... it's kind of hard to foment the desire to put together a narrative around them. I've resorted all-too-frequently to developing "extreme" characters, by hurling one overbearing trait at each of them. It makes them fun to write, and the product is surprisingly less abysmal than you might expect.