As I mentioned a few posts back, I’ve taken a look recently at the oldest of my novels and – probably inevitably – I am still tweaking. Tweaking turns into… well… editing I guess, but in a very small way. And it has been an absolute blast!
I think I’m almost done. But then I probably think it will take longer than I think. *shrug*
I haven’t been writing much lately, or doing many writerly things, but I have been thinking up scenarios for romance novels. Or maybe TV dramas. *shrug*
Where this came from and why I seem to be so entranced by it, is one of those mysteries that may never be solved. Maybe the writing daemon has a crush on someone? Who knows.
The nice thing for my brain has been that none of these ideas are spec-fic. This may in fact be the key to the whole situation, because I think I’m a bit spec-fic’ed out. I’ve worked on nothing by sci-fi for a years now! That’s not exercising all the parts of my imagination, clearly.
Like many writers, I’m “genre agnostic” (isn’t that a deliciously terrible bit of business babble?). I have in “the drawer” a crime novel, a romance novel, a kids novel and… a thriller of sorts. All of these are from the period before I settled into my sci-fi stream. I love SF – it’s not like writing that is a penance – but maybe it’s time to dust off the crime novel?
This morning on my train, there was a fellow writer with his pen and paper creating away on the morning commute. Cockles were warmed. I can’t even remember the last time I saw another paper and pen scribbler in public.
My one regret was that, he was so much in the flow, I didn’t want to interrupt by asking what he was working on.
I’ve always wondered why the important bit of a plane was called a cockpit. There just doesn’t seem to be anything pit-ish about it and the cocks… well. But that’s, in fact, pretty much what it comes from; the long and inglorious history of people putting roosters in a confined space and betting on who comes out alive!
This goes back to the late 1500s. People came up with the very imaginative name of cockpit to describe where cock-fights took place. The term then became a way to describe any scene of battle. Then, in the 1700s it was applied to the area aboard a naval ship where surgeons plied their trade. Then it was applied to the part from which a yacht is steered and from that, onto the similar area of a plane or car in the early 1900s.
I think I’ve written about this before on Lamellae, but back when I was getting beta reader feedback on my sci-fi novel, one of my readers was dead keen on the idea that I should write short stories showing the background of some of the characters. He was the kind of guy who liked having lots of inter-related bits around a book or movie – like that graphic novel that sits between Firefly and Serenity – so I could see why it appealed to him.
It intrigued me as an idea.
The problem has been that I’ve wanted to work on other worlds, rather than go back into that one. (And the one time I toyed seriously with the idea I couldn’t see those stories at all.) Now I’ve spent time with the novel again, I’m interested to try it and I also think I’ve found what those stories could be.
Haven’t 100% decided to do it yet, but I am thinking of giving it a bash and seeing what happens.
I wrote this phrase the other day and thought – as I so often do – why ‘wax’?
To wax is an old, old way to say to grow and so you can grow more lyrical, or poetic, or indignant, or angry and you’ll be waxing lyrical, waxing poetic etc.
And if you think you’ve never heard wax used that way then just think of how we describe the moon. It waxes (grows) and wanes (shrinks).
I also love that he snuck ‘grok’ in there… ah, xkcd, you bring me joy!