I’m actually writing two pieces concurrently at the moment. They are not related, and they don’t overlap thematically except in broad terms and themes; as noted previously, it’s hard for me to write a strictly happy story. The mystery of why remains such, and I’m not going to investigate it too much. So how does writing two things at once help me keep my drive?
I am proof reading for a friend, which is fun and educational as she’s writing a Young Adult fiction piece and because she’s a woman, so brings a different outlook. The Young Adult fiction part is something I’m slowly adapting to in my feedback – the awkward boy-girl relationships, the idea of friendship being very important juxtaposed to the protagonist not having any friends/being popular, and several other facets that I would not include in my current manuscript because we have different target audiences. This is, importantly, not to say that young adults cannot enjoy non-YA fiction, nor that adults can’t enjoy young adult fiction. All it means is that the story is directed specifically at one of those groups, and as with any form of entertainment fiction must be tailored for its intended audience.
I have not been a very good writer this weekend, and nor was I very stringent on my diet or exercise regime. What I did do was spend two and a quarter days shut in a house with six friends racing through the Mass Effect trilogy – Andromeda was excluded only because it’s not part of the Shepard story line, and we were aware we may not have the time to do all four games. And so I’m doing a three part blog post about the adventures and exploits of Titan Shepard, Earthborn war hero of the Alliance Infiltrator Corps!
I’m hoping my sequel’s prologue as gripping as the first book’s, as I’ve just rounded that off this morning, although topping my last one for shock factor is difficult in today’s world. This is mostly due to the devaluing of murder that happens in Western media and fiction, so that’s less of a powerful option than what I did in the first book.
When I threw down the gauntlet to Steely Dan, our local Scourge player (alien parasites like a more invasive and domineering version of the Goa’uld from Star Gate) to the biggest game we could manage I was wholly surprised when he turned up and said, “Do you want to just have a big space battle?”. But I was up for it.