I just got back from seeing Harry Potter 7.5.
They had to drag me, kicking and screaming.
Why didn't I want to go? I did. I really, really did. I just don't want to live in a post-Potter world. Those movies were the last things keeping the books, I don't know, alive somehow. It was a great movie, of course. The battle of Hogwarts was like Helm's Deep for wizards. But it felt like being present at some huge generational demarcation. Those books have been around for what seems like most of my life, and I'm left wondering what series/cinema combo will step forward and take over next. I've got high hopes for The Hunger Games trilogy, but we shall see.
In the word count/ ROW80 realm, I spend a good part of every day working on the new novella, The Resurrection of Blake House. It's still in the revise/adding things phase. I feel like there should be a technical term for this: not exactly drafting, but more than revising. Reworking? Ok, that. I've spent approx. 2-4 hours daily "reworking" Blake House. Last check-in I decided I would try clocking time instead of counting words because I noticed I was having really productive days, adding in whole scenes and trimming old ones, but my word count would be a distressing 200 or so. Timing myself sometimes worked when I was writing my dissertation. When I'm writing wholly new material, such as Book 3 in the Gifted series, it's much better to go with word count.
Work continues on Gifts Book 3, which now has an actual name and a soon-to-be released first chapter (stay tuned!). I also had a moment of furious insight- you know, the kind you have to scribble down immediately, even though you're sitting in the middle of a crowded restaurant with nothing but a kiddie menu and a blue crayon. That blue crayon yielded up quite a breakthrough for the next Whitfield trilogy. The one after Gifts that no one really knows about yet but has me quite excited. Note: it is hard to give in to a Sexy New Idea when all you have is a blue crayon and people are looking at you funny.
I am still hung up on a cover designer. I think I'm developing a neurosis about it. I'm not happy with anything. Or rather, it's like that first day of kindergarten when you worry whether your darling will fit in. Will my cover be good enough? Will the other covers bully it? I have a case of cover art OCD. Maybe because cover art is one of the few things I can control. Sales, rankings, reception, and to an extent, release date- out of my hands. But picking art/ an artist? Tangible, creative, and immediately gratifying.
What else? Had a chance to read some great books as a part of the Smashwords summer sale. I put the reviews up on Goodreads and am still slowly making my way through my TBR pile as time permits. I haven't even begun to touch the new major releases I want to read, either, because there has been such a flood of excellent Indie fiction this summer. I've been backsliding on my internet break just a little because darn it, I miss my Tweeps and FaceBeasties and Goodreaders and such. But mostly I'm coming to realize that breaks are good and necessary parts of my writing process. So. That's the weekend happenings, and I guess I'll get back to that break now. Thanks! -VK