Some good things happened over the weekend. We had dinner with Suzy and her crew–our first company in the new house. (Gazpacho and sammies, if you’re wondering. Peach-blueberry crumble for dessert.) My little guy finally had a partner for Minecraft, and the adults had some great conversations about . . . Well, I don’t know what the guys talked about, because I kept dragging Suzy away to have her all to myself. Which is greedy and un-hostessy, but if you know Suzy you’ll understand.
Another happy thing: I’m off and running with the next book. No, really, this time it’s true. I spent Sunday filling index cards with scenes, laid them out all over the floor, then stuck them up on my bulletin board in what could actually pass for order. There seem to be two doorways, three character arcs, a couple of murders and a fair amount of sex (marked with little pink flags for even distribution). Because I’m a big girl, I even have a premise–Obsessive love leads to murder–and have worked this into each thread of the story, so that love of person, place, and thing all lead to destruction in the end. Ever the optimistic world view.
I sat around yesterday nursing a migraine and congratulating myself for my pre-production work on this novel. There’s a chance this time around that I will begin from the right place, scrutinizing every scene to make sure it jives with the story. I won’t have to get four drafts in before I begin to write what I’m writing about. I have a premise, goddamnit. I am armed and dangerous.
This morning I threw down a thousand words. Skipped right over the gazpacho introductions to the peach-crumble sexy bits.
Some habits are hard to break.
What about you? Got premise?
P.S. Congratulations to our own Erika Marks on her new two-book deal with NAL!