So, one thing I’ve been thinking a lot about lately is the word counts of my stories. Recently, I realized I’ve hit a dilemma with the word count of Cromm. It’s over 100,000 words long, 108,243 as of my last revision, to be exact. I’ve seen books much longer, so I didn’t initially consider this terribly long.
But then, they say that longer books are more difficult to get published – publishers find larger works riskier, especially by an unpublished hobbyist like me, and 100,000 is, indeed, a lot of words. It brings me to an interesting dilemma about shortening it.
So, I hear some writers have trouble sticking with one story. When they’re working on one larger project, they get a new idea, and shift to focus on that – these so-called plot bunnies.
That’s never been a problem for me. I usually don’t have problems with finding the motivation to keep going. I have a story to write, and I have to see it through to the end. It’s my duty to share my stories with the world. But I have to ask myself why – it’s not purely matter of honor.
Well, there are a number of things I do to keep a story holding my interest.
I was overhearing my dad talking some time back, and he was complaining about books that don’t resolve everything in the end, as if they were always setting up for a sequel. However, as a writer, and somebody who understands fiction, I disagree. Endings don’t necessarily have to resolve everything, sequel planned or otherwise.
That being said, I feel I should at least resolve the main plot, and it should be satisfying. I can’t just leave every plot thread dangling.
But it’s not always about a sequel. I hear of some writers who don’t write sequels because they want to leave everything to the reader’s imagination. I personally like sequels, as there’s only so much you can explore of a world in just one book, but that’s beside the point.
So, this is a reflection post I’ve been wanting to do for years, but never have been able to. Why? One simple question: what is poetry? It’s difficult to define in words.
Young children who are introduced to poetry think it’s just about rhyme and rhythm. But while these are common devices in poetry, they’re not always there – think of the haiku. But the number of syllables doesn’t matter in your quatrain. And we can’t just say it’s something cryptic that has a deeper meaning – many good prose stories are like that too.
While each form of poetry has a solid definition, and it’s clear whether a given poem is that type or not, it’s difficult to define poetry. Is it just something you recognize when you see?
So, I’ve missed a few posts, because I haven’t had many reflection ideas, but more importantly because of the fact that my internet signal’s been lousy, and I haven’t been able to get onto WordPress to put them up.
It makes me realize how dependent people are on the internet these days. I try very hard not to become too dependent on it, and yet, whenever it goes out, I get very frustrated. And how to writers, the internet can make us, or it can destroy us.
So, yeah, I missed a couple reflections. Sorry! I’ve been a bit short on post ideas, and my internet’s been a bit rocky lately.
Today, I was in one of my moods – if you know me, you’ll know what I’m talking about. I have a compulsion to worry about things, and lately, a lot of my worries and concerns have come to a head. It’s left me feeling a bit sad and lonely a lot of the time. But shortly before writing this post, I sat down and wrote about a half chapter of one of my latest books, and began feeling a lot better.
So, lately, I’ve been working on my latest big writing project, another project of similar size to Cromm (which reminds me – got to get that one published, once I figure out the best way to do it), and I had a little bit of a dilemma.
I’ve got two big, important scenes, and the section between them just seems a little abrupt – like I’m just jumping from one big event to the next. It’s a multiple-day time jump, and it just seems a bit jarring when I look it over. As part of my style, I usually try to avoid big time jumps in the middle of the story. Yet I can’t think of much else I can put in that time period.