Writing Ray – Forget yesterday, write today

So if you were one of the 6 people who saw the post that was here up until this afternoon or if you saw my rather frantic twitter conversation late last night then you might know that I had a bit of a writerly freak-out yesterday. This sudden spiral into fear and self-doubt came over me after I finished an amazing fantasy novel that had me flailing all over the place when I realised how long I had to wait for the sequel.

Then that stupid little voice came nagging – “*Your* book will never be this good,” it said like the little shit it is. “Why you haven’t written anything for 2 months!” “What’s the point of even carrying on with it? It won’t be half as good as *that* book” Y’know the standard kind of negative shit internet trolls throw at you, except this was coming from my own fucking brain. *anguished wail*

I go through phases like this where a previously optimistic and happy mood just get shattered and dragged down by sudden negative thoughts. Then I find it very hard to feel good about any projects I’m working on and everything I do feels all rather futile and pointless – “It’s all shit so why should I continue with it?” kind of mentality.

So I wigged out on twitter. Several people came to my aid; my ever-awesome bestie/twinnie Jess, the lovely Lily from The Whispering of the Pages and another kind twitter user. All had very helpful advice for me to try and motivate me back onto the horse when all I was thinking of was bolting and never looking back at my book again.

This morning, when I woke up at around quarter to nine I picked up the notepad and pencil I had put on my beside table before I went to sleep, stuck in my earphones and started to write. And I wrote. I kept writing even while I was in Wetherspoons getting breakfast with Le Boyf (who has to be credited for his awesomeness in not questioning why this particular Sunday morning I simply *had* to write and bring my notebook with me to breakfast). I finally finished the scene I was writing around 2pm-ish and felt pretty awesome.

12 pages of my yellow legal notepad (because those things are cool) were full of my scribblings. After two months of nothing but angsty thoughts that I should be writing but wasn’t, I had gone and got 12 pages written. Fucking suck on that Negative Ray of Yesterday.

I then spent the next 2 hours typing up all my penciled pages into my Scrivener project – in a separate document since this scene is not necessarily going to end up in the book, I wrote it in 1st person POV rather than the 3rd person POV I’ve been writing the rest of the book in.

It turns out that I managed to write 1,944 words today. Nearly 2K of story that I didn’t have before – regardless of whether it goes into the book or not, it has gotten me to write and think about my book, write from my main character’s POV about a time in her life that was a fulcrum between the old and the new. What I’ve written today has given me a base to jump from to write the scenes between my main character and the person she meets for the first time in this scene.

I have to say a massive thank you to Jess & Lily for being so awesome so late last night – without you guys I may have spent the rest of the night bad-thinking myself to a point where I simply just put my notebooks away so they couldn’t make me feel guilty about abandoning them. And Stupid Negative Ray would have simply said “It’s for the best,” without a second thought.

Thanks to you I didn’t do that, I got up the determination to start writing and damn it I wrote for something like 4 hours! *super-massive squooshy hugs*

Now the only thing I have left to say is – Does anyone want to read what I wrote this morning? Just purely for the hell of it with no context if you don’t want to know the whole spiel about my book. If so then please leave me a comment (heck leave me one even if you don’t, I just don’t get enough comments these days and it makes me a bit sad) and I shall either post it up on here or email it over depending on how chicken I feel.

So yea, let me know.

Sorry for being weird guys,


Writing Ray – Endings why you so tricky?

Good evening my lovelies, since I’ve not posted for a wee amount of time I thought I’d write something for you now. I finally finished the big reveal scene from my book today which I swear has taken me two weeks to get out (this past week has been rather emosh and stressy at work). Now I have that scene down I can start to bring the various plot threads I have together and get everything to a satisfactory end before I jump back to the beginning and write until everything meets up again.

But I have to figure out how I want to end the story, before I’ve actually written how it starts, I mean of course I can go back and rewrite it later once I’ve got everything straight in my head but I want to try and get it as right as I can on this first draft to save serious brain mashing further down the road.

Where to take it though? Do I go for a more action-y high energy climax or a more emotional ending with enough menace to carry over into the second book (there definitely will need to be one as this shit ain’t getting resolved in one book)? There are several things I know need to happen but there are other bits that could happen that might have drastically different consequences for my characters.

There is also the question of do I go for a dramatic character death? If so who is on the list for the chop? Should it be a noble death or downright unfair? These are the questions I am faced with right now. Hilariously when I mentioned that someone might die to my ever-trusty Twinnie and Beta Jess, she thought of the exact same character which says something about my evil authorly intent that she’s picked up from what she’s read of my story so far 😛

So I have some serious outlining to do and possibly about 15K of writing to get done before April starts so I can crack on with the beginning during CampNano.

Ack Endings are gonna be tricky as hell.

Word Count as of earlier – 38,567 :O

Nighty-night chaps

Writing Ray – Hint of a Prologue and Camp Nano!

Howdy there chaps!
Hope y’all are having an excellent Thursday (I strangely find them much preferable to Tuesdays, I hate Tuesdays with a vehemence known only to Sam Winchester :P)

For today’s post in the Writing Ray series, I thought I’d give you lovelies a wee hint of the Prologue from my book/novel/story whatever the hell I call it. It’s the only thing I have from the first third of the story so far so it may be a while until anyone other than the Privileged One *winks* gets to read anything else from it.

But never fear because hopefully I shall be remedying this lack of beginning during April when I attempt Camp Nano which is the off-season version of Nanowrimo which is in November (Ye olde readers of Ray Reads Books will perhaps recall the fatal Nano attempt of 2010). Camp Nano is different in that you get to set your own word count so it’s less pressurised if that’s what you need.
I’m aiming to write 25,000 words on my Current novel and more specifically write the first 25K of the story since all my scenes so far have been for later on in the book.
So come closer to April I shall post a bit more about that maybe….

Anyways now for the exciting bit (or so I hope it will be for y’all). Here for your enjoyment and if constructive, your writing critique. Here is a chunk of the Prologue from my novel which has been vair tentatively titled Fire Will Tell (it’ll probably change unless I get attached).

The Citadel was under siege and the King with fire in his hair stood looking out over his city with fear in his heart. In his arms lay his newborn daughter, a mere wisp of copper visible on the crown of her head. All this ruin for one little Princess.
King Keelan sighed; it had been futile to hope that the darkest day of his reign would not be today. Barely a year under his rule and his brother’s lust for power had overwhelmed his sense. Isaiah was going to sacrifice everything for a chance to be King.
A door flew open behind him. The dishevelled Baron Deryn had arrived, bloodied sword in hand. Keelan’s boyhood friend was pale and shaking.
“Majesty there are Amberford soldiers making their way to this wing!” he panted. “I had to cut my way through a squad to get here ahead of them. We must leave immediately!”
“Deryn, do you know why Isaiah has declared his intention to take the throne? Why now in particular?” Keelan turned away from the disheartening sight out the window to face the younger man, cradling his daughter close against his chest.
“She is the reason,” he held out the swaddled infant. “My daughter. Isaiah believes that because my wife bore a girl under a red star, the Gods have deemed my line unfit to rule. He is rending this city apart because he has been swayed by the fanatical ravings of the Duke of Amberford.”
Deryn stared at his King “Kelvan is mad with grief for his wife. He would sacrifice his own newborn son if the Gods would return Elenora to him. I fear for the boy’s safety while his father is in such wrathful humours.” Retrieving a handkerchief from his pocket, Deryn began cleaning off his blade.
Nodding sadly Keelan approached his friend. “This I know, and it is why I must ask too much of you. Kelvan’s rage has spurred my brother into treason and I fear that he may sacrifice the Princess to strengthen his cause. You must take her now and keep her safe. The passages between the walls lead down and out in the Temple Quarter, follow the signs of the star and it will bring you to the Mother’s Temple.”
Confusion flickered on the Baron’s face as the King handed him his only child. “Are you not coming with me through the tunnels Keelan?” Opening his jerkin he carefully tucked the child inside before buttoning it back up. His swordbelt would stop her from slipping down.
“I cannot flee, if Isaiah wants my crown he will have to wrest it from my dead hands. I can also prevent anyone from following you. Now go Deryn, keep my daughter safe. A day will come when she will be a guiding star for the realm. She will be their hope. Gods blessings go with you both.”
Keelan held out his arm, Deryn reached to clasp forearms with his oldest friend for what was to be the last time they met in this life. Clear blue eyes met sombre brown ones. Though only three years separated them in age, at that moment Deryn could see decades of wisdom shining from the youthful King.
“May the Gods forgive me, I will do everything in my power to protect her Majesty,” saluting he turned and made for the open panel in the wall behind the King’s desk.
Readying his own sword Keelan cast a look towards the main door as the heavy footfalls of soldiers in armour approached. His fate was soon to be decided, that of his heir was not out of his hands.
He called out one last time to his friend, “Deryn? If you see Emelyne, tell her I love her always and that I have entrusted our Star to you.”
The Baron nodded grimly and closed the secret door behind. Now it was just several miles of narrow passages between him and safety. He needed a plan to avoid getting killed once he got out of the Citadel.
Lifting a torch from a bracket on the dusty wall Deryn began to run, his other arm acting as a shield against knocks to the sleeping infant now in his care. Soft tufts of copper hair peeked out from inside her swaddling clothes. This was all too much responsibility for one man to bear.
*Keeps eyes closed* There… half of the Prologue… argh.
What you guys think? Anything? Nothing? *flies away*