I’ve had success this week. I finished quilting a story. I’m not bragging but vindicating my time spent.
I finished the last revision on the first volume of Wisher’s World, and began putting together my next Short Tales Chapbook, My designer will get the cover for these done this week; the latter one today and the other in a couple of days. It’s been a long haul these last few days.
While I work on getting the chapbook off the ground before the weekend, revision work on three short stories for submission begins. Like most writers, different projects come in different sizes, shapes, and needs.
Like a quilter matching fabrics to block designs, the act of writing takes on its small challenges. Take the revision of Wisher’s World Vol. 1, for instance.
This story line has been locked inside my head for several years. In that time, Muse has taken the opportunity to embellish character backgrounds, world dimensions and complications, etc. Also, that instigator of rabbit holes used her time to hide secrets from me. Who knew that one of the primary characters was something other than what I’d believed since 2007?
That shocker came out during the last chapter. Granted, she gave me a hint something wasn’t as it seemed a few chapters previously, but to change a character’s race? That takes guts, especially since it changes the entire dynamics of the overall story line.
Yep, Muse was on her high horse and not willing to hand over the reins. Will the story be better for that revelation? Probably. But the sudden impact of the change staggered me—sort of like when the quilter gets halfway through putting the quilt top together and realizes that three of her blocks had been reversed in orientation.
All writing is patchwork, after all. A splash of dramatic fabric
color, an occasional stitch of comedic relief, a repeating pattern of character quirks, and on and on with dots and dashes of design elements.
The complete picture comes from the blending of all the elements. And so the writer’s life imitates the design. One day it’s a novella that’s running far too long. That’s when beta readers are brought in to add their opinions. The next day is creation time—developing a new quilt top pattern for a crib or a king-size bed.
Between keyboard sessions are the other elements of life. A stray image sparks while sitting in a restaurant. A quick note on hand paper to remember that spark for inclusion in something already written, or something in development. An overheard snippet of conversation pulls the mind into a world that exists only in the imagination, and becomes a catalyst for a scene.
I’m no different than most writers. My mind never stops working on story lines. Like fire crackers, neurons fire and ideas are born as exploding images waiting to become bits of a patchwork quilt.
The next six to eight months are full of designs; some old and revamped, some barely begun with incomplete patterns as yet. Regardless, I have plenty of fabric to use and more patterns to draw. Along the way, I’m going to share excerpts here. I hope you’ll chime in with your opinions when I do. Readers are the only real reason to write.
I’ll be back soon. Have a fantastic weekend, peeps. And enjoy the coming celebrations.