on writing and balance

Plotting and writing my Monico series is an interesting process, for many reasons.

I think the biggest problem I'm having at the moment is that of balance. Trying to strike a balance between the plot of each individual story, and the ongoing character development points I need to pick up on, especially where Oz is concerned. It is too easy to let his development drift as I attempt to round out the original characters, and that is something I need to be really careful about. It is slightly dangerous at the moment, especially, as the real Oz development won't kick in until Phase Two hits, and before that he needs to have been lulled into a nice sense of security in San Francisco (which means little in the way of real trauma or angst) so that having the rug pulled from under him in Phase Two is far more acute. But that could turn out quite boring - so I'm trying to strike a balance, and it isn't easy. Also, I keep distracting myself by working on the plotting and notes for Phase Two instead of the story I should be working on, next in the series.


But it is far more enjoyable than packing up the office ready for our Big Move next Tuesday.

on writing and balance

Plotting and writing my Monico series is an interesting process, for many reasons.

I think the biggest problem I'm having at the moment is that of balance. Trying to strike a balance between the plot of each individual story, and the ongoing character development points I need to pick up on, especially where Oz is concerned. It is too easy to let his development drift as I attempt to round out the original characters, and that is something I need to be really careful about. It is slightly dangerous at the moment, especially, as the real Oz development won't kick in until Phase Two hits, and before that he needs to have been lulled into a nice sense of security in San Francisco (which means little in the way of real trauma or angst) so that having the rug pulled from under him in Phase Two is far more acute. But that could turn out quite boring - so I'm trying to strike a balance, and it isn't easy. Also, I keep distracting myself by working on the plotting and notes for Phase Two instead of the story I should be working on, next in the series.


But it is far more enjoyable than packing up the office ready for our Big Move next Tuesday.

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Okay, so the office is chin-deep in packing cases ready for our move next week, and my wonderful colleague in Pembrokeshire thinks that now is a good moment to ask me to do an urgent mail-out for her!

Most of the stationery has already been packed. And yet it has to be done, because the results of this mail-out could be crucial for the funding bid they are currently working on.

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Okay, so the office is chin-deep in packing cases ready for our move next week, and my wonderful colleague in Pembrokeshire thinks that now is a good moment to ask me to do an urgent mail-out for her!

Most of the stationery has already been packed. And yet it has to be done, because the results of this mail-out could be crucial for the funding bid they are currently working on.

aaaaaahhhhh bless!

Feeling all warm and shiny now, because I came home from work to find a letter from my cousin with a photo of his week old baby son, Luca, who was born on my dad's birthday last week.

Awwww. So cute. And such a lovely letter: "N is recovering very quickly and looking more radiant than ever." Isn't that a wonderful thing for a new dad to write about his partner.


Less happy to go out the back and find that the cats have been digging up my bedding plants again, though. Bah.

aaaaaahhhhh bless!

Feeling all warm and shiny now, because I came home from work to find a letter from my cousin with a photo of his week old baby son, Luca, who was born on my dad's birthday last week.

Awwww. So cute. And such a lovely letter: "N is recovering very quickly and looking more radiant than ever." Isn't that a wonderful thing for a new dad to write about his partner.


Less happy to go out the back and find that the cats have been digging up my bedding plants again, though. Bah.