The purpose of this blogpost is dual. To let you know:
1) that I have not fallen off the face of the planet
2) what the heck is going on such that I haven’t started posting again.
What the heck is going on is that my inspiration for IA fled me after the Muskoka Novel Marathon in July, and remains in absentia. I’ll quote from an email I wrote to reader J, with enhancements to further clarify:
So you've kind of noticed that, unlike PA or ak, I'm all over the place with IA... inserting biggish hunks into the existing text, jumping ahead in the story to do a sequence at a Novel Marathon, saying I'm off to do research or straighten out my emotions, etc., etc. And possibly you are thinking, 'This way does not lend itself to weblit, at least the linear way you've been doing it, Karen."
So, confession time: this may seem hard to believe after the last five years, but -- I am not a linear writer.
UPDATE Sept. 1:
It's official: I placed in the top four this time, not sure where I placed except it was not #1.
And part of me feels like shit... what do I have to do?
In a previous version of Book I of IA, I had the scene where Alexander's mother torturously sends him on an out-of-body journey as the prologue. Because in a way it's the true start of his life, and it is, of course, intense, a way to start the book off with a bang. It's also not what people would expect as the start of an Alexander "autobio."
Click here to see my latest work, done as usual for Darksyde's "This Week in Science" feature.
Larger, lighter version (click on the image to see it whole):
I don't know whether it's because of the Oscar Pistorius trial happening right now (have you ever wished so fervently that truth-drug existed in real life?) or what, but I got the hankering to put into one blogpost all the scenes in which Chevenga is, for one reason or another, in court. And the scenes surrounding them.
Waiver: By reading further and especially clicking links you hereby consent to significant and major story spoilerage.
Disclaimer: IANALBIHGCWA (I am not a lawyer but I have great characters who are).
Long ago I wrote a longish blogpost about the music I listen to while writing. It's been many things over many years, mostly in the progressive rock/jazz/fusion/new age/world areas. I love music and... while I guess I could write without it, I would never want to. Music blasting into my head from the phones is part of what powers my creativity.
Yesss! I've solved my what-to-write-at-the-Novel-Marathon-this-year problem.
Note: if you are a Muskoka Novel Marathon judge in the Adult category who wants to maintain manuscript anonymity, please do not click on the spoiler button below.
Everyone else, please do.
Late-joining reader and patron J corresponds with me by email, giving me his reactions as he works his way through the story. (As I write he’s around PA post 538.) About a week ago he asked me, “Did you ever think about making Che female?” No criticism intended, he added, just a fun thought.
[Caution: To prevent possible head explosion if you are absolutely resolute that homeopathy doesn’t work, clutch both temples firmly and repeat “This is anecdotal evidence!” in a tone similar to Dorothy saying “There’s no place like home” five times before reading and thereafter as needed.]