truepenny: artist's rendering of Sidneyia inexpectans (writing: octopus)
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Beware the Man Who Waits )
I got a very nice rejection letter from Algis Budrys on this story in 1993. And, like Bear says about hers, I was proud of this story in 1993. I believed in this story. It was certainly the closest I'd come to writing something that behaved like a story instead of a macrocosmic run-on sentence.

I look at it now, and I see what I couldn't see thirteen years ago: the floridity of the language, the overabundance of descriptors and the underabundance of plot. (You can see why my fondness for Lovecraft borders on the irrational.) Also, dear sweet barking Jesus, the imagery. The strained, lame, bludgeoned to death with a hammer imagery. Clearly, I learned how to do imagery from reading The Scarlet Letter in high school English.

But when I wrote it, it was the best I could do; I labored over every one of those excessive adjectives. I wrote my damn heart out. Which is what I'm still doing, like the song says: Get behind the mule and plow.

And it is heartening, to look back and see what the state of the art was in 1993. It's like being able to watch evolution under glass. Our hominid ancestors would be embarrassing company at, say, the Inaugural Ball, but hot damn they're a clever bunch of primates.

I salute my former self for swinging for the bleachers.
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The Virtu, Chapter 4: 55 ms pgs., 12,940 wds
Running total: 189 ms pgs., 43,358 wds



As I have said before, I have been working on the story now comprised in the novels Mélusine and The Virtu for about eleven years. Because I am a pack-rat and because I have the instincts of an archivist manqué, I've kept the two major drafts of the original novel (what I tend to call the ur-manuscript), and it occurred to me that it might be interesting, or entertaining, or instructive, to make a post about the evolution of a particular scene.

So. This is how Mildmay the Fox met Ginevra Thomson. (It's the second scene in Chapter One of Mélusine, so you don't particularly need to worry about spoilers.)

[ETA: if you want to do litcrit on these, I say go for it. I'm not doing that myself, because it seems more than a little narcissistic, but that doesn't mean it's not fair game.]

The first version is from 1999.
1st draft, 1999 )
He sounds exactly like Felix, doesn't he?

Here's the second version, from about a year and a half later.
2nd draft, 2000 )
I would call this better, but you can see where I'm still trying to be polite, decorous, to abide by the rules that apply to thieves in secondary world fantasy.*

And finally, the published version, after the white-page rewrite.**
3rd & final, 2005 )
And that's the real deal. Not saying it's not flawed, but it's a lot closer to lightning than a lightning bug.

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*In case you didn't grow up reading Dragonlance, David Eddings, and other such bastions of conventionality, Diana Wynne Jones's entry for THIEVES' GUILD in The Tough Guide to Fantasyland will at least give you a rough idea of what those rules are:
it only hurts because it's true )

**Also, I have found my first typo. Argh. Mélusine, p. 9, 3rd line of the 3rd full paragraph. It should be "came down the city" not "came down to the city." Please feel free to emend your text accordingly.

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