It's Lent, it's raining, the cat is sleeping on my arm, and life—at the moment—is mellow and peaceful. I'll take that.
Inside Jenna's head, it has not been a mellow week. I'd like to come up with a good metaphor for the experience of completely restructuring the first three chapters of a book you've already written a sequel for, but my brain is a bit sluggish at the moment. Maybe jacking up a tall building and redoing the foundation, knowing that a single mathematical mistake could bring the architectural equivalent of a hundred and forty-five thousand words tumbling down around your head.
Emotional interactions are the hardest part. With every sentence at the introduction of a new character, I risk sending reverberations through every other scene involving said character in both books. Now, I hardly need an excuse to get all neurotic, so I have been crazy. But yesterday an important part of it seemed to come together, so I feel good even though my wrist is falling asleep thanks to the cat.
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Speaking of Maia, her favored obsession this week is hopping up on the edge of the bathtub and knocking my nail brush onto the floor. This is comparatively harmless, so I just leave her to enjoy it.
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Readers' link of the week: Katherine Sas on apologizing for your favorite works. Which reminds me of a conversation I had recently with Arabella on the widespread bashing of the Twilight series. Can I say it without a disclaimer for once? I loved the Twilight books. I read all four of them five times. As for "engaged and passionate defense of an artwork’s varied meanings, values, and merits", my conscience is clear, thanks to help from Maria and Masha and Arabella in the single most enjoyable combox debate I've ever had. :)
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Writers' link of the week: Katherine Coble has an interesting take on writing rules like "Show, don't tell" and "Lay off the adverbs and adjectives." She questions whether this is the result of YA fiction's current ruling popularity. The comments are also helpful for clarification and further discussion.
I try to go easy on adverbs—most of the time—but you can take my beloved adjectives when you pry the retractable black pen out of my dead inky fingers.
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Music of the week: Local band Cumulus, which has an appealing sound. Alexandra Niedzialkowski's voice is just lovely.
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Random amusement of the week: I did laugh quite a bit over Jon Acuff's post about whether pets go to heaven. Frankly, I think some dogs have a better grip on faith-hope-and-charity than most people. I don't see a lot of cats working out their salvation with fear and trembling, though.
Which reminds me of that completely made up but completely hilarious church sign war on the subject. Linked on Snopes for your reading pleasure. I don't care that it never happened. It made me laugh a lot. Apologies to any Presbyterian readers—I suspect the choice of church was arbitrary. :)
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And now I'm off to do some more messing with the foundations of my story. Very, very carefully.