Coming October 2012 from Macmillan/FSG/Foster |
Coming October 2012 from Macmillan/FSG/Foster |
I'm in the midst of reviewing the copyedited manuscript of On the Road to Mr. Mineo's.
This part of the book creation process can be frustrating but eye-opening.
I'm always surprised at the mistakes I make consistently and the things I learn.
For instance, every time I used the following, I wrote them as two words instead of one:
barbershop
livelong
flowerpots (but flower boxes is two words)
shirttail
cornfields
hayloft
toolbox
I always write lawn mower as one word instead of two.
I forget that the following are hyphenated:
gol-dern (to prevent confusion for kids who don't know the term and might think it should be "golden" ??)
barn-owl (although a copyeditor missed it in one spot, where I had two words. HA!)
chicken-wire
run-down
I gave up on trying to use the expression "pure T". Copyeditor thought I meant "purty."
Those guys don't miss a thing.
On p 2 I wrote "empty doghouse in the yard"
On p 73 I wrote "empty doghouse in the front yard"
On p 2 I wrote "stamped her foot"
On p 42 I wrote "stomped her foot"
I wrote "screened door."
Was changed to "screen door. " (hmmm)
On p 17 I wrote "dern fool bird"
On p 118 I wrote "dang fool bird"
I had written: "greasy car parts and paint cans"
Was changed to "Paint cans and greasy car parts" since the paint cans aren't greasy.
And then, there is the constant inner battle between "diddly squat" and "doodly squat."
Writing is such hard work.
In honor of ALMOST finishing On the Road to Mr. Mineo's:
This looks like a big mess.
But by Friday, it will be in the mail.
It will be in the mail.
And it will not be a big mess.
I've been writing children's books for a long time now.
I've gotten pretty good at remembering to think like a kid.
But sometimes I forget.
Because I'm not a kid.
Recently, I was putting away my WIP for the day when I happened to scan a page.
I had written:
Stella watched as Levi and C.J. and Jiggs headed in one direction and Mutt in the other. She definitely smelled a rat. But she was tired and hungry and wanted to go home.
And it hit me....
A kid gets tired when she's in the department store with her mother.....
A kid doesn't get tired riding her bike.
So I changed it.
But she was hot and hungry and wanted to go home.
I've gotten all tangled up in my work in progress and found myself spinning my wheels.
I like the writing.
But it's just that: writing that I like.
It doesn't feel like I'm writing to a goal.
And actually I'm not. I don't have an ending and it's becoming obvious in the writing.
So I spent a day trying to sort out the plot by making a chart. I've NEVER done that before!
The problem is that I have multiple viewpoints and they weave in and out, so I was losing track of what was going where.
...to know your characters well:
Your dialogue will be better.
I just wrote:
"I bet Levi and them were lying," Stella said.
And when I was typing that into the computer, it hit me right away that it was wrong.
What Stella would say is:
"I bet Levi and them were fibbing."
[and that's such a good word "fibbing", isn't it?]
I have moved on to my second notebook for my work in progress.
Ordinarily, this would be a good thing.
But this time, um, not so much.
Because I have a lot more writing in the notebook than I do actual manuscript pages that I'm using.
wor
Which translates to a lot of writing not used.
On the Road to Mr. Mineo's has turned into a multi-viewed point, multi-layered beast that I'm trying to wrestle into submission. It's been a weird and fun process that's taken on a life of it's own.
My problem is that it has pieces that need to fit together with a very smooth seam.
Can I do it?
See that red index card? That one showed up out of the cosmos while I was having a memory of my grandfather, whom my grandmother called Mutt.
That orangish card is called Little Brown Dog. I love it. But can I get it to fit into the story? I must. I will.
There's an old scriptwriters' adage that goes something like this:
Some writers won't talk about their works-in-progress.
I am not one of them.
It doesn't bother me a bit.
So - here's how my current work-in-progress is going:
Slow, slow, slow and painful.
I have a title:
On the Road to Mr. Mineo's
I have characters I really like: Stella and Gerald
I have a pretty good setting: the roof of a garage in Kramer, South Carolina.
But, um, story?
I'm groping in the dark.
And yesterday a bad thing happened.
I've always considered myself pretty good at chapter endings.
They are uber important.
Today, I couldn't figure out how to end a chapter.
I have never ever done this before (i.e., moved on to the next chapter without a killer ending for the previous one)
maybe not quite a book at the moment but woo woo to one of your best covers ever. Sherman's waiting to lift off so The Road to Mr. Mineo's can spread its wings.
.
Sounds like a really fun read. Just added it to my Amazon wish list, so I won't forget to order it.
We can't wait!
I am sorry but this is taking way too long. Especially since my little pea brain thought the book was coming out a month ago.
Write faster!