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Thursday, December 9, 2010


It looks like I didn't write last night. I did, but I also cut some stuff. So while I think I wrote about 600 words, I can't prove it.
TT: I am craving nachos. I wonder if I have any?
At least Tayra and Gavran are out of the car. They've been sitting in there mid-fight for nearly a year. Waaaay past time to move on.
When I first envisioned this story, I had all these secrets I wanted to reveal at key moments. I'm thinking now I'll just throw it all out on the table and use emotional drama for tension purposes.
One reason for this change of plan is one of my viewpoint characters is not only a secret-keeper but privy to all kinds of other secrets. You can't have a viewpoint character who should know stuff not knowing stuff so the reader doesn't know stuff.
Ya know?
TT: Oooh, now I'm craving vegetable soup with corn chips. I know I don't have that.
That's one of the tricks of viewpoint characters. I've written about this before, sometime last year, but when choosing a viewpoint character, an author must consider what information that character would have and what information the reader will get as a result.
This is why Sherlock Holmes is written from Watson's point of view. Holmes knows too much too quickly. The book would be over in a few pages.
As I wade through the compost of the original story, all kinds of forced spots jump out at me. Places where Gavran doesn't have information he should because the reader can't know it yet. Places where the characters go for no other reason than I the author wanted them there because it was easier to write the scene that way.
Not good, Turtle. Not good at all.
Being older (not wiser, necessarily, but definitely older), I am developing the discipline to work hard so the reader doesn't have to. My readers should not have to go out of their way to forgive me for blatant laziness. The only one who would, really, is my mom.
No, this is the effort of writing. We work hard so you don't have to. That's a jingle, isn't it?
I won't have as much time to write this evening, other plans and all, but I'll see what I can do.
I'm just glad they're out of the stupid car.

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