A Spec in Time Series

It’s July first, and life is a speeding rocket ride. The fireworks are an apropos analogy for my life right now. For me, it has been full of joy, wonder, excitement, fear, duck and cover, shock and so many more ooo’s and ahhhh’s. So, I have a lot of plans going forward. I will need to feel the love and encouragement from all of you – yes, look at that! I asked for what I needed this time.

As for the writing: it’s going well. I’ve been doing a lot of tweaking on one central plotline that revolves around the death of a character. It’s hard to kill off someone you have known and loved for years. One who has sat on my window sill, feeding me with info, words, and tales of life.  I’ve learned this one’s life struggles and all they have survived. Then as an author, the responsibility lands on my shoulders. I must be the killer. It’s not like I can just take a gun and go bang you’re dead and then move on. The setup has gone on for two books now, the repercussions will haunt us through to the end. It seems that each book has its teary sections for me to write. Or perhaps, I’m just too emotionally raw. I’m definitely not Spec. 

I’ve known that this death was coming from the day I started to lay out the timelines. What I didn’t know was, how hard it would make me cry every time I began to work on it.  I have had to put it down several times and write other parts, but I keep coming back to it. Every time I open the document, I start once again to restructure a sentence or use another way into the minds of those involved. It’s coming along.

There are also very funny sections that I have been working on. The joy and love that is shared in the risk of saving the day. A superhero cape may be needed for this job. It becomes an unexpected twist for Spec, bringing her mind back to considering the possibility of emotions. There has also been the great joy of working with K-lac’s shining light once more. This has brought a great deal of humor into the mix.

What is yet missing? The one thing left to be flushed out is the larger underbelly of the story. An outline of it sits in the document. It waits for me in its bright green highlighter screaming ‘Write me’. Only the end of this section has been written out. The main event is yet to come.  Spitting out this section is my goal for July.  I hope to have the bulk of that outline filled in with more detail. This section may become a bit tearful for me as well. More so, it deals with the monsters we all know.

“~It’s just the beasts under your bed, in your closet, in your head~” Enter Sandman, Metallica