and beggars will ride… or maybe fly
Posted By Kate on March 29, 2009
Filed Under Mystery/Detective, Paranormal | 2 Comments
Rewrites, erk. Always made harder by wondering if I’m weighing the thing down with too much description and ending up with a … with a… cold golden syrup dumpling instead of a minestrone, rich and warm in both flavour and variety. Mind you, I quite like cold dumplings. But not as much as minestrone. And it’s also harder to find joy in rewrites when there’s an F111 diving about above the backyard -
Back in a bit-
Yeah, worth paying taxes to have those planes about. If it was an F111. My identification skills are a bit shaky. I can, however, recognise the Roulettes by sound alone. While amazing in the skill required to fly in formation, I don’t need to rush outside to watch them, not after all these years. Actually, I probably don’t need to watch the jet either as the routine doesn’t vary. As for the thrice-cursed F1 Grand Prix due to start very soon and the concert which follows – on a Sunday night! – bleh. Even if it is The Who.
But back to the rewrites of what will become the third Pandora’s Edge novel. Beggars Will Ride is currently sitting at 55 560 words with the entire third act yet to appear. I only have vague notions and a few sticky notes of the plot at this stage so I predict it’s going to grow substantially. That is, once I’m past the fifth section of the first act which I have to switch to the other character’s point-of-view. Part of that isn’t too difficult; a bit of a worry, as it’s already been published as a solo novella. The difficult part is about four pages at the beginning because that requires a major shift instead of rejigging.
Oh. Another flyover. Not so grand, except for the consequences: means the race is about to start. Excuse me while I go increase my ambient noise levels and investigate the kitchen cupboards. Soup? Or dessert?
cross -posted from Siren’s Gate…
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A Mojito with chips and salsa for me please. Goes much better with the high whine of open wheel racing cars. Which I must say is much better than the yowl of a horny tomcat.
Now, where did I leave that old sneaker…..
Oh no, you may have reset the salsa cravings. I ate so much during rewrites of Welcome Home that I worried about turning my hair red… which wouldn’t have been all bad, actually.