do not attempt to talk to me. I will be blasting Beyonce. This is a ritual necessary for my sanity. Thank you for your cooperation.
The learning curve. Oh, sweet baby Jesus, the learning curve.
(Cowan, is that you? And if you asked me a question, you might as well hurry up and JOIN TUMBLR already.)
Yes, I DO has a facebook. But it’s your job to find it. Like a scavenger hunt! And you might want to tell me you’re from Tumblr.
Just updated to Scrivener 2.0! So much shiny. So much fancy. So much file conversion.
“Lore.scrv” gets transferred.
“Trilogy.scrv” does not.
I’ve been getting the sinking feeling that it might have been my practice novel after all. Don’t get me wrong, it was and is very dear to me, but I was learning the ropes most of that time. I was experimenting. Finding my style and flow.
For those of you close to Schism, this may come as a slight shock. Let me explain. Schism was the story I needed to write. Draft one popped out my freshman year of high school, five years ago. I needed to make a grand statement, or so I thought. All of the characters were borrowed from real life, a trait that carried on through its’ most recent draft.
(And Nikki, don’t worry. Adrianna isn’t dead. However, she’s had to adapt to her new story and her new place. Some of the changes may surprise you.)
Lore, however, is the story I want to write. Sci-fi and agriculture, in my mind, were always meant to mix. The historical element, on the other hand, is completely my parents’ fault. Mom’s love for the Little House books combined with Dad’s penchant for history meant that their combined powers were bound to show up in my writing sooner or later.
As for the sci-fi part of it, that is both something very old and very new. I’ve always had a deep, abiding love for the genre. Both my parents are ardent Trekkies, so maybe it was in the blood. Today, while in the bookstore, my grandmother examined my selections with a skeptical eye and said, “You still read fantasy, huh?”
It rankled. The tone of voice implied that sf/fantasy was something to grow out of. “Yes,” I replied stiffly, trying not to let it get to me.
Later, I gave karma an uppercut by directing her to Don’t Let the Pigeon Drive the Bus! and The Story of Ferdinand. My grandmother wanted two books to donate to Toys for Tots. Might as well make them awesome, I thought.
The same philosophy applies to what I’m writing. Might as well make it awesome. Here’s to five years of practice, y’all.
This has been a rambling update from Taylor T. Hicklen. You may now return to scheduled programming.