'Sleeper'
A place for Buffistas to discuss, beta and otherwise deal and dish on their non-fan fiction projects.
Chapter 13 is finished. Book is 306 pages, 64,500 words.
Jeepers jeepers jeepers.
As someone who's been reading along, it doesn't feel that long. It's one of those rare few stories that make me rush home from work just so I can keep reading so I can find out what happens next.
Kavalier and Clay was one of those books. And so, by god, is R&RNF.
Deb, I'm looking forward to reading 13 & 14 tonight.
I revised my earlier drabble. Bear with me as I republish? I'm much happier with it now.
The Air We Breathe Drabble
The air is heavy with seaweed and salt and rugosa rosa twined like jellyfish tentacles, a gentle undulation of water brushing earth brushing water. It is thick and wet on my skin, a warm coating of ocean and sand. I breathe it in: the Atlantic, McCook’s Beach, crabs tempted from under tide pool rocks with bits of crushed snails. The way the moon skips like a rock across the waves. My first kiss. The summer I turned sixteen melting into the winter I turned thirty.
Even on another coast, the air I breathe is haunted by the scent of memory.
Kristin, yep. Even better.
Teppy made me blink. Talk about high praise...
What's hilarious is the suggestion that I get feedback. muHA!
BWAHAHA!
I owe you a huge chunk. Have been hampered by a lack of hands and an effort to get myself back on a day schedule...
(On the plus side, this means you'll get an all-at-once chunk on a huge percentage of the book.)
As someone who's been reading along, it doesn't feel that long. It's one of those rare few stories that make me rush home from work just so I can keep reading so I can find out what happens next.
Yep. I just want more. I may have mentioned that. *cough* I stop where a chapter or section stops. and then later, I find myself thinking I'll read some more. Then I remember I don't have more. Then I obsessively check my email, looking for more.
I stop where a chapter or section stops. and then later, I find myself thinking I'll read some more. Then I remember I don't have more. Then I obsessively check my email, looking for more.
Exactly! I'm going to be really let down when the book is finished. (Again, something that only happens with the rush-home-to-read-it type of book.)
A previous roommate of mine did the same thing when she was just in love with a book, including talking about the characters in the present tense when she wasn't even reading the book. For instance, when she read Harry Potter, we'd be at the grocery store or some such, and she'd suddenly say, "I wonder what Harry's doing right now?"
Well, I have this feeling I'm going to start doing that with R&RNF.
I'm with you guys. I can hardly wait for each new installment. And I'm going to be very sad when the book is done, because I won't have a new chapter every day. I say we start agitating for the sequel, now!
A previous roommate of mine did the same thing when she was just in love with a book, including talking about the characters in the present tense when she wasn't even reading the book. For instance, when she read Harry Potter, we'd be at the grocery store or some such, and she'd suddenly say, "I wonder what Harry's doing right now?"
I'm trying to remember the last book I did that with...maybe The Red Tent. I know I also did it with season 3 Buffy, which is the first season I found the show. As a teen, I used to do it with soap operas. I am doing it, in between deb's installments of R&RNF.
And I'm going to be very sad when the book is done, because I won't have a new chapter every day. I say we start agitating for the sequel, now!I'm right with you on this, Sail. I think deb mentioned series to me, at one point. I believe I salivated in response.
blinking
Wow. Way to make the writer lady happy, yo.
Update: this book - barring fire, flood or small asteroid falling out of sky because Bruce Willis didn't do his job and destroy it - is likely going to be done by Friday. How scary is that? I wrote Plainsong in just over six weeks, but this - yikes.
I'm already beginning to think about second book. There will be a lot of growth and changes on the part of the characters to work in there, the physical health issues, whether or not JP can continue to tour as part of a world-class band even though they do the Stones deal of only touring every few years, whether the occasionally infuriating Bree (yes, I know she's me, and I'm surprised he didn't throttle me with piano wire, if I as half as infuriating then as my character is now; "Bree d'Arc" is about right) can let him breathe a bit, JP hooking up with his local buddies to do some local touring stuff. Plus, I'm thinking the second book will involve Carla (their publicist/RunsEverything woman) and also a new character I want to write in, a Bay Area luthier.
Oh, and since the second book would involve a luthier (hi, Matt! hi, Nic!), it would have to be called While My Guitar Gently Weeps. I mean, dayum, what else, right?
I doubt sequels would have quite the emotional punch of the first one - so much came out in there, so much was looked at and worked through. But this is my AU, my "what-if", and they need to continue to grow, to learn, to deal.
PLEI! I am sooooooooooooo happy to be posting with you.
While My Guitar Gently Weeps
Oh yes. Love this. Loooove this.
I'll third (fourth? fifth?) all the others. This is reading to me like something already published. For a first draft, lady, you write damn fine. So it's hard to remember that when I finish a chapter, I can't hole up in the bedroom and just devour the rest.
Update: this book - barring fire, flood or small asteroid falling out of sky because Bruce Willis didn't do his job and destroy it - is likely going to be done by Friday.
Yowsa. No better that a book was callign out to be written, huh?
And I'll have feedback of the "meep" variety in a little bit.