The Harvest: A Novel.
Mysteries are no joke, and I am finding this sub-plot development to be
a challenge. Plus, since my girls, my characters, aren't necessarily
PI's, I may have them find the culprit by accident. Maybe. I had a
thought about the team they just competed against having the enemy in
their ranks, like the long-haired girl. Also, I want to amp up the
tension between Jackie and Ashley, and possibly have an irresponsible
sponsor leak that a rebel has infiltrated the candidacy process. (Which
the Dean is lying about and has happened before. That will be a small
twist.) If you're like, "What is JesĂș talking about?" consider reading
the draft of the novel.
I posted more of the novel draft, and am still grappling with how to find this traitor:
I was also struggling with what to call
the Dean. I wanted a name that meant power, so I picked Amaranda. I am
still working on that choice. I also need to rethink Vye and Lisa
because even though they have different qualities, I keep confusing Vye
with Lisa as I write. Lisa needs more qualities because she's kind of
bland, so I may backtrack in the writing process and draw them and write
down their qualities and characteristics.
Anyway, these last few
weeks I have been thinking about Octavia Butler, may she rest in peace
and eternal creative joy. One of my indulgent goals this summer is to
read all of her long works, none of which I have read. I started with
The Fledgling,
a vampire novel, and I believe her last long work that she printed
before her early death. I love her style of writing and admire her
writing choices. I am writing the Ashley section in first-person,
present tense because I want the action to be "real". That makes sense,
right? The Allen sections are in third person because he is less of an
agent in society. I made those point of view choices deliberate.
Butler wrote
The Fledgling in
first person, past tense. What?!
Seriously, who does that and creates engaging prose that sucks the
reader straight in? That takes real craft, and I love how she splits up
her dialogue, which I am emulating in some of my "he says" or "she
says" sections. Wow, I hope some day, I will be that good!
Until
then, I am still pecking along, trying to finish my novel and let it
end, when it ends. It's not that I don't have a deadline in mind, but
today, which would have been a great day to write, I am rereading the
short stories I want in my syllabus. I start teaching next week. I
decided as I was drafting my syllabi not to keep the same stories and in
that order.
I also have to write a report that will take all of
my brain power, and I need to focus. Ergo, the kids are out of the
house. See, it would have been a great day to write, and I will, just
not my novel. (I did write this morning for an hour and read over past
segments.)
Today will be a strange day of reading dystopian short stories and political economy, but stimulating.
Stimulate your brain and hang onto your dreams like babies. #Resist.