BioBooksAwardsComing NextContactBlogFun StuffHome

Archive for March, 2008

Surprises

Friday, March 7th, 2008

I think I’ve talked before about how my characters continually surprise me. No matter how well I think I know them, there always seems to be something I didn’t anticipate or know about until later.

Examples:

Damon from Ravyn’s Flight didn’t tell me he had a traumatic experience in his military career–something he blames himself for–until I was halfway through the book. I had to go through and add all the foreshadowing later.

Ryne from In the Midnight Hour had a strong aversion to getting involved with humans. I knew that before I wrote one word in the story, but I didn’t know why. I didn’t even bother to ask why because I just figured the Gineal steered clear of them or something. A few weeks before I wrote the scene that revealed why she feels this way, she finally told me. My immediate response? I don’t want to write this. I wasn’t given a choice and Ryne was right. Without that semi-flashback scene, the information lacks the kind of punch the reader needs to feel to understand why she’s so adamant.

I could come up with other examples from older books, but I had a new one arise in the Work In Progress (WIP).

Shona Blackwood is absolutely gorgeous. Super model gorgeous, but then all the Blackwoods are that attractive. The surprise for me came early in the story–Shona is awkward around men.

Totally shocked me.

I didn’t realize it at first as I worked on the scene where she meets Logan. I just thought at the time that the awkwardness was something I was doing wrong. I did some cutting and reworking and then some more. I mulled. And then out of the blue, the information came. Her actions and reactions in the scene seem awkward because she’s feeling awkward. I can’t believe I didn’t figure that one out quicker.

My excuse, I guess, would be that I didn’t even consider that someone who looks like Shona would be a geek. She likes going out to clubs, she likes dancing with the guys who ask her to do so, but there are two things at work in the scene that made her uncomfortable.

The first is that she’s attracted to Logan. The other guys were just dance partners. The second thing is that those dance partners didn’t really require much in the way of conversation from her, certainly nothing more than some mindless small talk, but she’s in a situation where she needs a little more to say.

Before I learned of her geekiness, I was having trouble relating to Shona. This made it much easier.

I like surprises like this. :-)

One last side note: Someone posted some links to blog posts that talk about the market and one of the things she said was something along the lines of “demons being the new vampire” and that editors are seeing too much of that.

I was like, whoa! When I first talked to my agent in 2004 about my idea of a hero and heroine who were both half demon, she said it would be a hard sell in romance, but that if I wanted to do it as fantasy, it would be easier. It was at that same conference that I discussed being part of the Crimson City series with one of my editors, and a few weeks later, when I discovered the story he wanted me to write was already taken, I pitched him my half demon idea. The rest is history. :-)

I just have to laugh about the whole thing–from hard to sell to a glut in less than 4 years. Amazing. And I feel slightly smug and very relieved to know I was on the cutting edge.

I better hurry up and get a proposal together for this other idea I have before it stops being unique.

Cue the Circus Music

Wednesday, March 5th, 2008

I ended up needing more work done on my car and they couldn’t do it on a weekend or after I was done at the Evil Day Job, so I brought it in Monday night and received a loaner car. A Ford Focus.

When the guy brought it around and got out, I waited for the rest of the circus to climb out behind him. Yep, it was so tiny, it looked like a clown car! Fortunately, there was more room inside the car than there appeared to be from outside, but it still rode low to the ground compared to my SUV.

My worries about them not having it done before I left work on Tuesday turned out to be unfounded. They called me at 7:23 in the morning to tell me it was done. Um, if it was that quick a job, why did I have to leave my car overnight? Why couldn’t they just do it right away and let me leave? Heck, they were faster replacing the tie rod end linky things than they were changing my oil!

Anyway, I swung by after work, returned the circus car to them and picked up my SUV. Here’s one the great unponderables of my day: Why does it always feel as if the seat is wrong when I pick up my car from being serviced? It just didn’t seem to be right, so I messed around with the buttons until I decided the seat hadn’t been moved and that I should have just left it alone. Do you think it’s because I got used to the loaner’s seat that quickly? That’s my only theory at this point. :-)

I’m so hoping I’m done with car stuff for a while now. I’ve had enough!

On the writing front, I’m trying to think how to end the scene I’m working on now. Usually, I have a clear idea of what I need and/or want to do, but I don’t with this particular one. That’s usually a sign that maybe I don’t need it and I should see about combining it with another, but that’s not the case this time. This particular scene is vital to the book.

I’m totally blaming this problem on the characters. They aren’t sharing stuff from the part of the book I’m working on. Later stuff, or stuff that happens off stage–that they’re showing me. Sigh. My only consolation is that I know other authors have recalitrant heroes and heroines.

My Morning In Purgatory

Monday, March 3rd, 2008

I had to bring in the urban assault vehicle (with apologies to Stripes) to get the oil changed on Saturday. I had an appointment for 8:30 in the morning on the theory that the shop is much like the airline and that my chances of being delayed would be much lower the earlier I was there. It was a futile hope.

Once again, they didn’t get me in right away. They only had two guys working, you see. This is endlessly frustrating to me. If you know you’re only going to have two people working, and if someone calls for an appointment and you’re full, why don’t you tell me to come in at 9am? Or 9:30 or whatever? Instead, I was trapped in the waiting room and it was exactly two hours before I could get out of there.

That made me crabby enough–shouldn’t an oil change be about half an hour?–but what really pushed me over the edge was Saturday morning television.

I did bring a notebook and a book book with me to entertain myself while I waited. I’m used to being delayed at this place. But I finished making notes for the chapter I’m working on and the book was the final one in a series. I’d read the first two at least 6 months ago, maybe longer now, and I had trouble getting into the third one because I couldn’t remember the others real clearly. The magazines didn’t appeal, but I read the local newspaper and the Wall Street Journal.

That took me through the Strawberry Shortcake cartoon without my hearing it. The only reason I was aware of it was because one of the guys who works there walked by and commented on how he couldn’t believe that cartoon was still on.

However, by 10am, I was done with the papers and there was nothing left to do–except watch the television. OMG! When did Saturday morning TV get so bad? I only saw one show, something I think was called Cake TV and it was hideous!

(Okay, I know I’m not the target audience, but I can still watch Scooby Doo Where Are You? and enjoy myself.)

The laugh track on this Cake show was annoying, the acting was awful and overplayed, and the “jokes” (and I use that term loosely) were so horrible that I would sigh loudly and mutter to myself. Fortunately, I was alone while I was doing this. :-)

Chaning the channel wasn’t an option and neither was turning it off. The buttons on the television that do those two things had been removed. I was trapped!

All I have to say after that half hour in hell is: Parents, I feel for you! I’d be homicidal if I had to listen to that every weekend.