CLARION WEST 2020
WEEK 3 UPDATE
This has been a dizzy week! I have learned so much, and I spent a lot of time thinking about the lessons learned. Then I plunged in. I discovered the importance of sprints even though I have thought of myself as being a long format writer. The skills needed for sprints help me dump boring narrative in favor of more action, so I’m glad to report that I’ve reaped and gleaned more than you might think.
Now, I’ve asked for sponsors for Clarion because I’ve discovered what a powerful experience it is to write with other writers. We chat online, encourage each other, crack some jokes, attend sprint sessions, share information about genres and techniques. It’s a community I’ve come to value, and I will be very sad when July 31 rolls around and I have to go the rest of the year without my new friends and acquaintances. Have you ever participated in something that gives you something to be excited about? Well, here’s your chance to help me help Clarion West build on their platform and delivery. Your donation—even ten bucks—goes to this non-profit organization so they can provide resources and workshops for speculative fiction authors. This year, it’s the write-a-thon or me. Next year or the year after, I want to be one of the fortunate to attend the in-person summer workshop in Seattle. It’s on my bucket list, y’all.
I’d like to thank my sponsor(s) who have donated to support my quest to improve my writing and opportunities to be published. Who knows? You might be a donor supporting a future Hugo candidate or a potential Locus or Nebula Award nominee. Think it over.
And now, the Week #3 Numbers!
“Bog Queen Confidential” (assignment #1 from Tina Connolly and Caroline M. Yoachim), 5,769 words. I had to write a story using three words on their list. I got to choose the words, so I spent more than an hour thinking about what each word meant and what its link to literature might be. I also had to look up information on the Axolotl just in case I wanted to use that as one of my words. Nope. I figured most of the writers in the cohort were doing that, and so I dug deep. Grave deep. I have to clean this up because there is a mini-plot woven through, and compared to the creepy part of the story, the real-life thread is dull as dirt.
“Mothballs!” (assignment #2 from Connolly and Yoachim), 2,546 words. I had to write a story about what super-heroes fear most. No doubt in my mind what they fear, so I had some fun. The ending might be too abrupt, but seeing how I am oftentimes way too wordy, I’m going to need some readers to give me feedback.
“Mothballs” (assignment #2 from Connolly and Yoachim) 879 words. For some reason I wrote an essay about what if feels like to be mothballed by the folks who used to count on you. It makes me think about something I learned: Not everything is about you. This one might go to the circular file in the near future.
“I Hate Broccoli And You Hate Brains” (assignment #3 from Connolly and Yoachim), 2,113 words. This story is my favorite so far. I think it’s actually close to sending to some magazine markets. It’s has good pacing, humor, and a purposeful plotline. I’m very excited about this twisted assignment!
LONG FICTION (novel):
I have finally finished the edits on my first novel, renamed BETWEEN HERE AND MAGIC (11,100 words this week). Heavy edits. I got rid of stuff, added the action shots I was afraid to write, and cringed when I realized the word count was higher than before. I’m concerned that my word count is at the top of the limit for upper middle grades/young adult fantasy. It’s my first book, and an agent will look at the word count and go “Oh, no!”
TOTAL WORD COUNT WEEK 3 (Rounded): 22,000 Words
Next Week’s Goal? Well, I don’t know what the new prompt is yet, so let’s estimate a short fiction word count of 5,000 words (even if it includes editing the Bog Queen or Mothballs!). Long fiction could be trickier; I could start cleaning up my second novel or do more work on the first. Lots of crazy forgotten history in THE KEYS OF TIME. My dream is to receive a message this week from an agent offering to represent me. I want to write books and create a website for reader rabbit trails so students read more, explore history more, and think more about their place in the future of the world. Lastly, I need to work on a cover for a friend’s fanzine. It’s been years since I’ve done a cover for a book or an apa.
Y’all have a great week, okay?
TWO – June 28-July 4
It’s been a productive week in two respects. Word count has been good in both the story writing and novel revisions, so Clarion West is really helping me transition from teaching to writing as a career path.
“Wall of Dreams” 1163 words where Eileen Gunn gave us the initial prompt, but I also worked on some things in Rashida Smith’s session that gave me a good idea; that one idea gave me what I needed to turn my “Gravity” prompt into something I enjoyed reading and editing a few days after the first draft.
“Those Headwaters of Time” 2,702 words where Eileen Gunn challenged us to twist something around to startle the reader. I was doing well, and thought I was good to go with a strong outline; however, spending time with Tegan Moore in her flash fiction session set things on fire. What I thought was the beginning of the story was actually the middle. I wrote a good beginning, read the first part I wrote and went through to the finish. I especially like this story because it had some time travel–my favorite thing to add to fantasy stories.
LONG FICTION (My Novel)
I edited pages nearly every day, and with all the help I’ve received at Clarion West, I got very brave and did something that was suggested last month. Get rid of stuff and do rewrites. I did. I even changed the title of the book. Today, I went over all the parts I rewrote and made notes of the changes so I can “plot check” as I go through the last 80 pages in Week 3. So, here are the totals:
Edited 240 pages, 52,000 words
Rewrote Chapter 16 (16 pages), 3,700 words, which are included in the 52K
The GRAND TOTAL word count is: 90,000 words
My Week 3 Goal is to finish editing Book 1, write the three stories Tina Connolly and Caroline Yoachim assigned yesterday. Estimation of 20,000 words minimum. This is low compared to Week 2, but I have some training related to my old teaching job. Still, if I get more than that, and it’s well written, that’s a lot of gravy on the mashed potatoes. I need an agent, please. Till next time, learn a new word each day and send a message telling me about your words and why you like them. email@example.com@gmail.com
WEEK ONE – June 21-27
CLARION WEST ACCOUNTABILITY TIME!
That’s a grand total of 28,118 words. Not bad for a week when I was doing some final teacher PD and dealing with some vertigo. Oh, I know this is the life, y’all. The writer life.
SYNOPSIS OF NEW SHORT WORK:
“In My Mind I” (925-word memoir triggered by a Tegan Moore writing exercise and Andy Duncan’s Week 1 Writing Prompt. This is about how I survived a series of MRI tests for long lengths of time.)
“A Cursed Friday the Thirteenth” (1,131-word memoir/story stemming from Andy Duncan’s Week 1 Writing Prompt. Superstition and Freak Accidents collide in this story. Not just once, but twice.)
“Booger Man of Dismal Holler” (2,544-word memoir triggered by Andy Duncan’s prompt and finding something from my childhood after not seeing it for 20 years.)
“September Equinox” (571-word memoir with a story ending stemming from Andy Duncan’s Week 1 Writing Prompt. This is about my encounter with an alien drone when I was nineteen.)
SYNOPSIS OF LONG WORK:
What I Write
The wind shifted, suddenly turned the night air as chilly as March. Radella straightened, listened to the rustle of leaves warning her to blend in. She faded into the bark of an oak tree near the dental office and waited. The ghosts of Rex Partington and James Hilton exited the back of the courthouse and stopped in the middle of Plumb Alley to observe the fiberglass statue of a wolf wearing a pink evening gown and a feather boa shuffle from the patio of a café to a garden with a high brick wall where it would remain unobserved through the night.
The ghosts exchanged a knowing look, noticed the time according to the position of the moon, and moved quickly toward their eternal resting places—once they met up with Elliot Roosevelt at The Tavern. The three of them felt like spooking impressionable tourists as they ran down the brick sidewalk past a funeral home screaming for help. It was the most fun they could have, seeing how they were all three dead. Nothing exciting ever happened in their sleepy little town.
When the coast was clear, Radella emerged from the safety of the tree and whispered to the faeries who had shared secrets with her while the ghosts paused in the alley at Court Street. News that the Whispers were sandblasting their images on windows all over town disturbed her, and she realized it was time. Time to take up residence in Uncle Sammy’s attic just in case The Dark came looking for the only hope Magic had left—the Chosen One.
The wall behind the bookcase glowed luminescent green, and something was tossed from the other side. Something from a Caregiver. Mother Burroughs reached for it, but MJ picked up the rosewood Celtic cross that lay on the table and stuck it to her shirt pocket for safekeeping.
Then she took a deep breath. The faerie was beginning to scare her. It seemed that apart from being beautiful and speaking in puzzles, the silvery slip of a girl was also some sort of Oracle who could predict the future and see the past. Did her abilities make it possible for her to predict just when the evil Whispers would come to the house? Come after MJ? One look at her dad told her the faerie could. MJ gulped and stepped away from the wall. She didn’t want to be the choosey one or whatever it was the faerie said she was. She just wanted to be plain old, ordinary MJ Murphy. Nothing wrong with that!
And while she realized that, in fact, she was extraordinary, the mummified heads on pikes in the yard lifted their eyelids and turned to stare at the vapor that was four houses away. The Carolina Parakeet stopped singing, and the Appalachian cougar flicked his tail as he paused mid-step. Then they all faded into the shadows of the house. Something was up. And it had risen from the bowels of the Earth.
|What I Write||
For the past twenty years, my writing has been focused on education. I’ve written qualitative research papers for publication, standardized test material, and lessons with all the ancillary materials necessary to promote growth of early adolescent literacy skills. It has been a rewarding career, and now that I have retired from teaching English and World Geography, my imagination is unplugged.
I write middle grades fantasy-time travel novels and short stories. This genre has always been my preferred vehicle of escape—especially if it incorporates odd bits of history or biographical information not taught in schools. When I write, I incorporate what I know about teaching kids; this trait can drive an adult crazy, but storytelling to this group of readers is underserved. My goal is to create a strong novel series that independent readers and classroom educators enjoy. For better or worse, I am committed to bridging middle grades readers to the world of adult fantasy and science fiction.
Education field publications (not speculative fiction). Most recent is a chapter on Codeswitching Central Appalachian Dialect Patterns and Formal English in THE HANDBOOK OF THE CHANGING WORLD LANGUAGE MAP, edited by Stanley D. Brunn and Rowland Kehrein; ebook release Dec 2018 and print release Jan 2020.
My Write-a-thon Goals
I have waited 20 years for the opportunity to be a full-time writer. I want to write a strong fantasy-time travel series for middle grades readers and find the agent who believes in me.
My goals, whether you sponsor me or not, are the same:
I will use my Facebook page to share wordcount and other progress benchmarks associated with the completion and publication of my work.