I wish I had something scintillating to share, but I don’t. I’ve been writing this novella and this novel forever it seems. I am still keeping their tones distinct, which is the best thing I can say about the process.
Based on advice from author and fellow GRW member Stephanie Bond, I took my synopsis, broke it down into chapters, and translated those chapters into an outline. Each chapter gets a title that describes what happens in that chapter, and a sentence that explains how events drive the plot forward. OH MY GOD, writers, you should totally do this, even if you are a pantser! It’s helped to show where I can drop in world-building, raise the stakes, and avoid the sagging middle (which worries all writers constantly because you spend so much time polishing those first three that you can lose steam. Like one of my fellow GRW authors said, “You get to chapter 4 and go, ‘now what?'”)
Thursday sees me in New York for the PASIC conference, which occurs every other year in NYC. I really enjoy being a member of this chapter. I have to say, if I continue being a member of RWA, this chapter will be why. I also plan to meet my agent for a face to face career plotting thing
I’m not even going to get into whole Race Fail 09 debacle that’s been occuring in the SF/F community since early January. (Though it makes the romance racism discussions seem like pre-school spats in comparison.) Google it or check out this wiki if you want to know more or just want to find a timeline , but it will probably just piss you off or make you despair. Since neither is an emotion I want to feel as I’m finishing my first urban fantasy novel with a black female as the main character, I’m not going to go there.
What it does tell me is there is still plenty of work to do and be done, that there needs to be dialgoue and effort. You can’t just throw your hands up and say it won’t work, I give up. I don’t know if I can contribute anything to the discussions, and there are probably people who think I shouldn’t. Just as people thought I shouldn’t have gotten into the discussions of race in romance. But when I’m at a writers convention, walking down a hotel hallway in business attire with my conference bag on my shoulder and a white woman steps out of her room to ask me for more towels, I tell her I don’t work for the hotel and she doesn’t apologize, I know we still have far to go.