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Dames of Dialogue Blog
Saturday, 7 March 2009
What's in a name?
Mood:  spacey
Now Playing: Caitlyn Hunter
Topic: What's the problem?

I've been working on the final edits--well, okay, probably not the final,  but I'm getting close!--of Storm Shadows, the second book in my Eternal Shadows series.  This one has been tough to edit because my heroine, Betty Sue, wanted the story told her way and if she couldn't have what she wanted, no way was she going to let me have what I wanted.

Who would've ever thought a character that started out meek and mild would turn into a demanding, um...witch?  I certainly didn't, but I learned quick.  With Betty Sue, it's "my way or the highway", and she wasn't about to let me get my way.   She laid down the law pretty fast and all I could do was follow her lead.  But, I think hope I've finally got her down and now the only thing to do is check to make sure I haven't left any dangling threads or made any huge glaring mistakes.

And as I wind down with Storm, I've been thinking about the next book in the series.  Number three is the story of the third brother, Lucien, and though I have a vague idea of where I want it to go, I haven't really worked out all the kinks yet.  Hopefully, that'll come when I start writing it.  I do have a pretty good idea of the female character I want for Luke's heroine and just an inkling of her personality, but no name yet.

I always struggle with character names but that was one thing I didn't have to worry about with Betty Sue.  Her name was a gift from an unknown woman who lives somewhere here in western North Carolina who just happened to dial my phone number one day when I first started writing Storm.  At that time, I knew who my heroine was, a sort of plain Jane middle school librarian whose grandfather describes her as a "pert-near woman".  You  know the type, never makes waves, doesn't date much, and is, in her words, "as nervous as a long tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs," around men.  I knew exactly who I wanted her to be, but I couldn't come up with the perfect name for her.  Then my phone rings out of the blue and when I went to answer it, the name that showed up on the caller ID was Betty Sue Corn.  I didn't answer the phone, I just stood there and stared at that name.  Call it kismet, karma, fate, whatever, that name was, in a word, perfect!

I'm hoping the same thing happens with this new character, but I sort of doubt it will, so I've been thinking, maybe I'll have a "Name The Heroine" contest.  I've seen other authors do that, but I don't know...what if I hated the name the winner picked?  Or if it was completely innappropriate for my heroine?

Nah, I think I'll just go back to running through the lists of baby names on the Internet...and waiting for the phone to ring.


Posted by damesofdialogue at 5:04 PM EST
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Tuesday, 10 February 2009
My opening scene won't work
Mood:  irritated
Now Playing: One Shot Too Many by Maggie Bishop
Topic: What's the problem?

The first scene, the title, the villian & motive came to me as a gift package.  That was wonderful and a cause for celebration.  Now, I find that I can't keep the method of murder.  I wanted the victim to be injected while a group of people gathered around congratulating him with hugs and pats on the back.  No matter how I play act it out, the guy is going to yell "ouch" and call attention to the murderer.

That opening scene played in my mind for months while I went to book signings and spent time on marketing my last book, Perfect for Framing, released November 2008.  The scene's dialogue sounded in my brain.  The moist summer mountain air coated my skin.  Anticipation of writing kept me happy during all those events.

The winter months are my writing months where I don't schedule anything, not even dental appointments.  My hand written first draft flowed from the pen.  My morning chores were postponed until I could write down the latest inspiration.

Then something terrible happened.  A little voice said that it wouldn't work.  The murderer would be stopped before the mystery began.  The initial inspiration was fractured.  I'll face it tomorrow but tonight I'll mourn.


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