It’s been quiet around Lucky Rabbit’s Foot in recent days. I’m sure you’re finding ample ways to fill the cultural void I’m leaving, right?
I, on the other hand, have been wrasslin with 227 words. I’ve embarked on a new story in my Fathers and Sons cycle, and it’s one in which I want to capture an exact tone. That’s hard work. Hard because I think I know the tone I want to represent, but I don’t know just how to do it. I’m casting back across the decades, trying to recall what it was like to be 17 (which is a bit younger than I am today). I can feel it, but I’m having a tough time putting it into words. Any suggestions you have will be appreciated and appropriated.
So I struggle. With 227 words because that’s all that I’ve written of the story. The barest introduction, and yet I am anguishing over it, rewriting sentences, substituting words, changing the order, re-imagining the scene. I worked long and hard on “The Death of Superman” (no news on its many submissions as of this writing), and I think I did a great job with it, but I don’t think I gave it nearly as much attention as this story I’m working on now.
Sure, I have plenty of notes for this story. Images I want to include, the development of the plot (what there is of a plot — it all mostly comes down in the last few words). Dialogue. The tone! With every little change, I feel that the work is better. But I hope I can get over some hurdle and begin setting more story down. At my current pace — one sentence a day — I’m going to be at this a long, long time.