Sep. 26th, 2010 04:49 pm
sandra_lindsey: me sitting in the garden with daffodils (musketeer 1)
Don't know about you, but I tend to think about my stories while I'm driving (commuting etc.). I know, not the best place to do it as there's nowhere/way to record my thoughts, conclusions, etc. but it's the kind of thinking that I can very, very easily drop straight out of. Kind of important when driving, that one ;-) Of course, it does mean that occasionally other motorists give me funny looks for suddenly cheering and/or drumming a celebratory tattoo on the steering wheel, but to be honest there's not usually many of them about! There certainly weren't any about when I was busy thinking about Vienna on the way home from the weekly shop last Thursday.

I'm so, so chuffed I got that time & figured out the niggles that've been bothering me. It's all back-story stuff, so I doubt it'll get more than a passing mention in the text itself, but like all back-story, it's kind of essential in helping to understand the character(s). In this case, K.

I've known since the first moment these boys appeared in my brain that K was pretty much alone in the world - he lives off an inheritance, so has no need for work (and therefore no work-friends), and all his friends from the past - even the ones who actually do love him dearly & care about him - are pretty much swamped with their own lives. I had an inkling that his inheritance was from his uncle, but what I couldn't figure out was where the hell his parents were. Because I knew they were alive - and that he knew they're alive. Any time I tried to think around the idea of him being an orphan, and that being the reason for their lack of existence in his life, the answer came back very strongly "No." I also failed to get anywhere with the possibility of him having been removed from their care by an external authority e.g. social services : no, nothing like that.

And then, last Thursday, I hit upon the answer - they're abroad. They moved abroad for work reasons when K was quite young, and for one reason and another, he didn't go with them and was brought up by his uncle. I think his parents originally planned to either come back after a year or two at most, or for him to move out & live with them at some point, but it just ...never happened.

*happy sigh* So glad I worked/found that lot out. It makes quite a few things clearer for me, in terms of what happens during the story I'm writing :-)
sandra_lindsey: me sitting in the garden with daffodils (musketeer 2)
...spent my lunch break today working on developing the ideas for a couple of stories. First up was Vienna aka the one with the ballet dancer. I was trying to get into his head a bit more, how he is early on in the story, and ended up making him cry! Poor man... all alone on a cold & windy beach on Christmas Day, and trying to be bright & cheerful & pretend to his mum that everything's fine when she calls him.

So then, since I was starting to feel all maudlin (and when I get like that and don't know the character well, I find it hard to pull back and work out how to move things on) I flipped my notebook over to see what other story/ies I had notes on in there (I know it seems daft, and you're probably wondering why I don't just have one notebook per story. The answer is partly that often the first ideas come to me when I'm at work so I just grab the book I've already got & scribble them down at lunchtime, and partly that I don't like having too many different things in my arms when I walk down to the car in the morning...). Turned out it was one of the sci-fi ones, and since I had a possible opening sentence in there for it I decided to work from there.

Two paragraphs later, I learn that my MC (who's a first-person narrator for the story) ended up losing his job due to what happens. I think I kind-of knew that already, but seeing it written down made it different...

By then it was nearly time to go back to the joys of picker-packer-ing, so having reduced one chap to tears, and found out I'll be getting another kicked out of his job (and left on an alien planet, no doubt!) I figured I'd caused enough mayhem & desruction for one lunchbreak!
sandra_lindsey: me sitting in the garden with daffodils (musketeer 1)
In my latest story, one of the protags is called Kevin Jones. Shortly after meeting, the other guy referred to him as "Kevin-gorgeous-stranger-I-met-in-a-bar Jones". So now, every time I start to type "Kevin"... yep, you guessed it!

On the one hand, this amuses me greatly; on the other I kind of wish I could remember how to turn off the auto-complete as I never use it so it just ends up confusing me.
sandra_lindsey: me sitting in the garden with daffodils (starfruit)
But on the plus side, my dancer and his chappie have gone from didn't-even-know-he-existed to franctic snogging in the lift on the way to a hotel room within two pages.


(This is definitely a celebration for me as I know I tend to spend far too long on set-up and this story really does need to be straight in with the hotness. I am a little concerned that I haven't yet clarified that the two guys are of a very similar age, but I'm sure that will become clear when it needs to be.)
sandra_lindsey: me sitting in the garden with daffodils (musketeer 1)
Yeah, I know, I don't need *extra* ideas, I just need to buckle down and get back to writing the things I've started... but then this idea involving a ballet dancer sashayed (or jete-d?) into my brain, and kind of snuggled itself down, ousting one or two other things which had been there previously

...and I kind of spent half the afternoon watching online videos of various ballet companies' rehearsals...

Which actually made me realise how much of the imagery that ballet companies use focuses on the ballerinas. I don't know how I never noticed that before - I guess most people think "woman in tutu" when I think "oooh, men in tights!" (even better: strong, athletic, muscular men in tights! I do love a good pair of strong arms). It's ok, I eventually found my way to the website for Matthew Bourne's Swan Lake which made me very happy indeed, if a little sad that I can't afford to go see it :-)


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