C.J. Heath's Blog, page 2
November 12, 2014
Worrying
My sequel to Dark Angel progresses; just passed the 50,000 word mark but now I have a dilemma. I have many ideas for other stories and I have concerns I'm trying to rush this book through to reach the promised delivery date of the end of the year. Am I sacrificing anything in my haste? Is my urge to move to a new story unbalancing my focus?
I'm trying not to think on these worries and yet, they still rear their heads and poke their tongues out at me.
Do I have a solution to my fears? At this time, I'm just going to work through this sequel. Once the work is done, I can read through and see what rewrites I may need. Part of me thinks it is an 80,000 word work, part of me thinks it's 110,000 words. I'm going to simply write on and let it be as long as it needs to be.
I'm trying not to think on these worries and yet, they still rear their heads and poke their tongues out at me.
Do I have a solution to my fears? At this time, I'm just going to work through this sequel. Once the work is done, I can read through and see what rewrites I may need. Part of me thinks it is an 80,000 word work, part of me thinks it's 110,000 words. I'm going to simply write on and let it be as long as it needs to be.
October 19, 2014
Why?
Why what?
Why do I have this compulsion to write?
It's not rhetorical actually, I have often asked myself this and on different days, I have different answers.
Today, may answer is...
I have a vivid imagination. A character is born in my mind and their nature imparts a hint of a story. As I follow them through that little weave of a tentative plot, it grows and develops into 'an event'. All to often, the event I envisage is an end of a story and I can't settle unless I know the beginning. Over the next days, weeks, months or even in some cases, years, I interrogate my character until I learn what led them to that point. All of this unfolds in my mind in full, 3D, colour technoscope. Each scene is acted out in the minutest detail. Then, that's it; I have to tell their tale so others can know.
I'm no oral storyteller so I put it down in words and hope fervently that someone, somewhere will encounter my characters and take them to their hearts.
Why do I write? Because my characters make me.
Why do I have this compulsion to write?
It's not rhetorical actually, I have often asked myself this and on different days, I have different answers.
Today, may answer is...
I have a vivid imagination. A character is born in my mind and their nature imparts a hint of a story. As I follow them through that little weave of a tentative plot, it grows and develops into 'an event'. All to often, the event I envisage is an end of a story and I can't settle unless I know the beginning. Over the next days, weeks, months or even in some cases, years, I interrogate my character until I learn what led them to that point. All of this unfolds in my mind in full, 3D, colour technoscope. Each scene is acted out in the minutest detail. Then, that's it; I have to tell their tale so others can know.
I'm no oral storyteller so I put it down in words and hope fervently that someone, somewhere will encounter my characters and take them to their hearts.
Why do I write? Because my characters make me.
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October 18, 2014
Well what do you know?
Okay, a little exploring on Goodreads and I discover I have a blog.
In the temporary absence of something intelligent to say, a question arises. What should be the subject of future posts?
I'm seesawing between my own books, other's books or coffee.
Coffee usually wins, I'll have to give this thought.
In the temporary absence of something intelligent to say, a question arises. What should be the subject of future posts?
I'm seesawing between my own books, other's books or coffee.
Coffee usually wins, I'll have to give this thought.
