Too Many Misses

A Misunderstanding Of Misses

Girls with Camera Ractapopulous

Picture by ractapopilous

Miss B Gotten misbehaved
And by misadventure, had a close shave.

Miss Cue misconstrued Miss D Meanor’s mishandling,
A misconception misleading to misappropriate misgivings.

Miss Ann Thrope, who misspent her youth in misprinting in ink,
Later misused and mismanaged her mischievous wink.

Meanwhile, through a miscarriage of misguided justice
Miss Hap, by mischance, did mistakenly trust us.

Elsewhere, in Mississippi, Missouri, Miss Place mislaid her miscreant son
Who, mishearing, mistrusting, was misled and undone.

Lastly, if this miscellany of miserable misses upsets you,
remember the missing missals of the misogynist missionary.
Vanished in the monsoons because one and all were, alas, miscible.


First posted here in October 2013

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Asaric Tales e-book Update #6

Asaric Tales update 6As promised, my monthly update. And, with a shock, I realise it’s now six months since I started this project. Am I any closer to seeing it realised? Yep, ish.

Asaric Lies: Beta-Readers and Critique

I have now received all but one questionnaire back, and the tardy person knows who he is. I forgive him for I know that he’s busy. And since the outstanding feedback is for Part Five, I can proceed, for now, without it.

I’m pleased to report the feedback was … encouraging. There are glitches that need attention (which is next on the agenda). Most of the readers highlighted the same areas so I know it’s not a matter of personal taste. As to the critique … I have to say Joy was exceedingly thorough. Which I did appreciate, even if at times I screamed at the imaginary form of her sitting beside me and tore out my hair. Most, but not all, of the issues she raised I shall be addressing in the coming weeks.

I count every jot of feedback as invaluable and wish to thank all those who participated. I hope the exercise has whetted your appetite and you’re keen to perform the same services for Book Two, Asaric Axis.

Asaric Axis: CampNaNoWriMo

For this, I set my target at 100 hours of revision on Asaric Axis (Book 2). Since I was waiting for feedback on Asaric Lies, I reckoned this commitment would keep me sufficiently distracted and patient.

I had already started work on this second book: what I call a ‘read through’. There’s no such baby, though. I’m compelled to make changes wherever/whenever encountered, even if only to change that wicked imperfect to perfect or passive to active, or to delete repetitions and correct omissions.

The main purpose of the read through was to familiarise myself with the story—it being five years since last I read it (while uploading to blog). At the same time, I needed to check out all things structural. There was no problem with where the ‘episode’ fits within the overall story. Everything breaks where it should. But what about the plot for this episode?

Oops. Long time ago—like, before I uploaded it back in the Dark Ages; in fact, longer ago than that (the file, when finally found, was dated to 2009)—I deleted a scene. I had thought it not needed, that I could fed-in the relevant information. Oops and double oops! Turns out, that scene was central to the inner plot of Book 2. So, out it came, dusted off and reinserted.

The other structural fix was to take what had been the final two chapters of Asaric Lies (as in an epilogue and hook to Book 2) and convert them to a Prologue for Asaric Axis.

Structural fixes fixed, I ramped on with the rewrite. Here my attention was primarily on scene-headers (I admit to my habit of not including the where and when of scenes.) I also moved chapter breaks to improve the tension and provide a more satisfying read. Which then required a rewrite of the next scene header. And so forth.

And that, basically, is where I’m at. When the month began I had just started what now is Chapter 7. 19k words into the story. I continued, hit the end, scanned through for scene analysis; moved, found, inserted, edited, and began the rewrite-proper. When the hundreth hour struck I found myself at Chapter 14. That’s a total of 73k + 16k = 89k words, total.

Was it easy to complete the 100 hours on time?

It did require me to shelf other projects, especially towards the end when I feared I’d been too optimistic. But, one final push on Friday, and I completed. Yesterday I spent processing photos. Yippee!

I guess the other question is what did I gain from it? Apart from the certificate:

Camp-2018-Winner-Certificate

I am a solitary writer and always have been. I’m self-motivated. I’m perhaps one of the lucky few who don’t struggle to find inspiration. It hits me, often when my hands are deep in sudsy water. But it was good to have other writers to ‘chat’ with. We struck up a discussion on the use of notebooks v. computers in the planning stages. We commiserated, we encouraged, we supported. I think I have made a few friends. And for a solitary writer, that’s not to be sneezed at.

 

Asaric Lies: what’s next?

Next is to address the problems highlighted by my beta-readers and the critique. Though I have already done this in outline, I need now to apply my ideas and hope they work out. Then? I submit it to Critters.org with its (new) Prologue (the inclusion of another deleted chapter that I first had to find). I can anticipate the Prologue at least will be critiqued. Hopefully, it will tempt someone into a full novel critique.

And that’s May sorted. Once I’ve packed that away, it’s back on with the rewrite of Asaric Axis (which might change its name). And then I’ll be asking for beta-readers. Again.


Next update, next month

 

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Beyond a Back-Lit Fringe

The Black Poplar is so named for its ‘black’ bark. Well, this specimen might show black bark, but that’s only because it is back-lit. The leaves too look black, though a closer inspection will show them as rusty-red, as if the tree mistakes the season for autumn.

Black Poplar

Black Poplar: Photo 21st April 2018

#2018picoftheweek: Trees

Red Black Poplar Leaves

‘Red’ black poplar leaves, complete with ‘catkin’: photo 26th April 2018

Red Black Poplar leaves 2

Close up of ‘red’ black poplar leaves, complete with bugs: Photo 26th April 2018

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Slipping, Slipping. Dead

Slippery Road Warning

Image by Geralt (pixabay)

John’s girlfriend dumps him. Gutted, he wants to die.

Going homing on his motorbike with rain on the road on a hot summer’s night, he weaves in and out of the long run of traffic.

A car coming towards him, no place to pull in. John swerves, feels the wheels skid on the slippery surface.

Lying on the road in the wet, a ring of strangers staring down at him, he hears the wail of the ambulance hurrying.

He is cold, he is dying. And now, too late, he wants to live.

From the depths of crimsonprose: this was first posted in November 2012

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In A Modern Light

Norwich Cathedral, architecturally a mix of Romanesque and Gothic styles, features stained glass windows from every period. The one below is of modern abstract design.

Stained Glass at Norwich Cathedral

Stained Glass at Norwich Cathedral: Photo taken on an overcast wet day (8th November 2017)

And now to decide which of the 52 subjects in the #2018picoftheweek Challenge to place this under. Is it Glass? Modern? Shadows? Entrance? Abstract? or Light?

#2018picoftheweek Challenge: Abstract

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Time

Photographer by Tama66

Image by Tama66

Time, Time, racing past,
I want my life to last, to last.
Time, O Time, slow for me,
Let my life be hurry-free,
I want to spend some time with me.

Time, Time, where did you go?
You were too fast. I was too slow.

[First posted 23 November 2012]

The poem’s no great shakes, but I fell in love with this image (called ‘Photographer’) found on pixabay and then had to find something to use it with. I thought it apt.

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Pretty, By The Way

Persistent mist kept me in all week. So my entry for the #2018picoftheweek comes from the previous week’s country crawl. It’s one of my favourite wayside flowers. But too often by the time my camera finds it, the birds have beaten me. Hay-la! I found me an untouched patch.

Violets

Can’t you just smell these violets! Though I’m sure it’s their colour that makes them so pretty. Photo: 5th April 2018

#2018picoftheweek Challenge: It’s Pretty

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Druidic Gold

Of course, we all know mistletoe was sacred to Druids. But if, like me, you’re thinking of that green stuff we hang in strategic places at Yuletide, you might be mistaken. I came across this on Thursday (5th April)

Mistletoe Moon Berry

MIstletoe growing on hawthorn, caught in the sun, Easter Week! (5th April 2018)

Amazing, that one ‘moon-berry’ left. But more so the golden branches.

I cropped that photo close, to make sure that berry was prime of place. But to take a longer shot: here the golden plant looks like the sun caught in the thorn’s tangle-top.

Mistletoe on Thorn

Mistletoe held high in the leafless branches of a thorn. Photo 5th April 2018

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Calm Comes the Day

A poetic title for my photo in this week’s 2018picoftheweek

Calm

This woodland pool has recently been cleared of its dense foliage fringe. And Thursday (the day of the photo) was blissfully breeze-less. A novelty of late. Photo 5th April 2018

#2018picoftheweek Challenge

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Inspiration Called Today

For my fellow Plot Bunnies at Camp NaNoWriMo

J Plenio Tree

Picture by Johannes Plenio, Pixabay

Inspiration called today.
You were not here,
You’d gone away,
Gone away to distant isles
Where inspiration hangs on trees
And you can pluck it from the breeze.

Inspiration called today
You were not here,
It did not stay

A somewhat ambiguous message, intended in the positive sense
First posted December 2012

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