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The Goblin King

I’m a procrastinator and find that whenever I’m having a bit of a rough time with my main project I start daydreaming about another. That’s what happened this week and I lost at least two writing days to it. It’s just the start of a concept really and it might not go anywhere, but here’s the first bit of intro.

 

Jareth was a weird kid, poofy hair, outlandish clothes, and ugly friends, but what would you expect from the prince of goblins?

That’s the first line from my unauthorized biography. He called me weird kid in the first breath, can you believe that? The worst part is that it’s the nicest thing the book has to say. I mean, look at this line,

Even from a young age Jareth spent most of his free time playing with glass balls and daydreaming.

Tell me who doesn’t daydream at that age, and those balls? First off, they’re crystal, and secondly, that’s some seriously powerful magic. I was putting my daydreams into those things. You could literally go into one and be there. I’d love to see anyone else try that. Every detail of my life is wrong, pretty much fabricated, which is bad enough, but he even recounted the whole Sarah affair from her twisted version of events. He obviously didn’t do a single minute of research.

I have to admit, I was pretty excited about the prospects of having an unofficial biography released. Perhaps it could have been a return to Jareth the powerful, Jareth the feared, and so on. Nope, as if my fortunes haven’t fallen far enough, no thanks to Sarah, it makes me look like a vindictive jerk. It’s left me no choice but to write my own biography, not that I have time. As you can imagine, being the Goblin King is a lot of work. Constant squabbling, the highest murder rate in the middle kingdoms, and don’t even get me started on the trash problem. Perhaps it would be a little more tolerable if I still had the old palace. Lost that in the divorce too.

Before I say anything else on the topic on my life, I want to get one thing straight. I don’t go after kids. In Sarah’s current version of events, she made it sound as if I took advantage of some sixteen year old girl. That’s absolutely untrue. Doing any research at all would clearly show that she was twenty when we met, and sure were were a little on the outside of the dating formula range, but not illegally so. Now that’s off my chest, I want to start at the beginning, the real beginning of my story.

There it is. The start of the story of the Goblin King told from the perspective of Jareth. May never see the light of day, but it’s a fun distraction.

 

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A progress report for today

This morning I got up, started the car, had my first cup of coffee then headed off to the coffee shop. The weekend morning coffee shop visit is new since the start of NaNoWriMo. I know that nano is over, but it felt like a good habit. I can’t say it’s a super productive time, I usually sit there and bullshit with a friend. That said, it does help me remain focused. I think I knocked out about 1000 or so words this morning. After that, I got NOTHING done – well, as far as writing is concerned. I spent the entire day with holiday decorations and housework. Tomorrow will be worse. It’s the kids christmas concert.

Over all, it was about as productive day as I could have hoped for. I still have an hour or so in the day, so I’m going to post this blog and get back to it. I need to get this story out, maybe I’ll get another five hundred words out.

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Am I buzy or just lazy?

Yesterday morning I wrote a blog. It wasn’t a super good blog and it was the first in a month. I sat down and wrote it mostly because I was getting ready to get on an Airplane and didn’t want to get neck deep in reworking a chapter of Wine Bottles & Broomsticks before I had to get out of there. So, what the heck have I been up to? You might imagine that I was steadfastly working on NaNoWriMo. That was true for about the first week. I hit just over 10K words and then stopped. I didn’t stop because I got writer’s block or I was stuck or because I’m a whiny little diva who didn’t have the perfect writing conditions. No, I stopped because the story was starting to meander, I didn’t have a good sense of my character development, and the adventure felt too easy, there wasn’t enough tension (Bottom line: I didn’t like where it was going). Early on, I’d decided to pants it, so outside of a vague idea of certian plot points, I wasn’t sure where it’d go, which is fine. At this point (assuming you’ve read this far) you might be wanting to give me the same advice a ton of others continually do: The whole point of NaNoWriMo is just to get it down, finish it up later. 

The bad news is that I don’t really work that way.

I’m way to lazy for that. Many of us (most? all?) need to re-write a lot and I’m well aware of that fact, so I shouldn’t be scared of rewriting a story. I mean, I’m going to do it regardless and I’m glad. That said, NaNoWriMo taught me something I think I already know -That’s just not how I write. I go in jags – write a lot, think a lot write a lot repeat. I like to work out scenes in my head before trying to get them down. It requires a bit of mental juggling and I do run the risk of forgetting witty or interesting story elements, but in a lot of ways it’s just the same as getting down a thousand words of draft and re-working it until it seems to flow. In this process, the actual draft writing is a bit further down the road to a well fleshed out idea than it might have otherwise been. 

Unfortunately, I’ve not been following this process over the month either. I’ve been mostly programming. It’s another creative outlet for me and also results in a tool at the end that I can use for stuff – like work. The project I was working on is super cool and has been a lot of fun. It’s been a writing detox. The trip to Orlando was awesome because it was a reset that on one end paused the programming  project for a while, put some space beteen me and the Nano project that I’ve decided to put off for a little while, and on the other end got me back into Wine Bottles and Broomsticks. Sometime near the end of the week, I started really trying to change gears I think that happened on Friday night. Certianly as I was trekking across country I got back in the groove. It’s not that I didn’t write on the way down or in the spaces of time after class and dinner and things, it’s just that I wasn’t connecting with what I was working on, and it wasn’t going well. I realized I had really hit the groove again somewhere in the first layover. I saw a dude walking around and was inspired for a character in the book. A woman in line felt like good inspiration too. She had this odd expression as she surveyed the crowd. Her eyes would land on a dude and linger for a while. She wasn’t checking him out physically. I felt like she was mentally checking out his wallet. It’s been a while since I’ve been in the frame of mind of inventing intentions and characters on the faces of people I don’t know and it felt great.

So. There I am. Not lazy, just distracted. Also, I think I’m going to try and make a better effort at updating this blog as I bring Wine Bottles in toward the finish. I’m about 2/3rds of the way in now and I can feel the end. Loads of work remains. The rising action doesn’t rise and the stakes don’t feel very high so I’ve got to work on that, but all of the foundations are there. 
Tomorrow I’m off to the coffee shop in the morning to drop a bit of time on the writing, for now – date night.