Thursday, August 23, 2012

24/28

That's right, ladies and gentlemen; I'm almost done! For those of you who are too new to my website to understand the title, or for those of you who need a little reminder, Treason was broken down into twenty-eight different parts. Each part was worth about two thousand words, and each part had a deadline (that I sucked at following). Today, I just finished the twenty-third card, and it'll all downhill from here. Not in a bad way, though. Has anyone ever seen a plot graph?

This is a plot graph. It literally is a graph that outlines the plot of a story. In the bottom corner on the left, we have the introduction. That's basically self explanatory; it's where you introduce your characters and what the story is going to be about. After that, the story starts to climb during the rising action. During the rising action, you start to see your plot develop, all of your ideas start to come together, and you start to introduce the main conflict (the main problem or enemy that your characters will have to battle). After that comes the climax. The climax is the highest point of your story. It's when everything comes together for you and when everything falls apart for your characters. It's the pivotal point in your story. Everything that has happened so far had lead up to this. After the climax, you get the quick and rapid fall downhill during your falling action. This is what happens to your characters after the climax; it's how they deal with everything that has happened to them, and how they go back to their normal lives. And then finally, with a deep exhalation, a deep sigh of relief, you reach your resolution. The problem is solved, the war is over, and everyone is happy. For the moment.

Card number twenty-three sat right on the edge of the cliff, that tiny little ledge before the falling action. Card number twenty-eight waits for me at the very bottom of the hill. Cards number twenty-four, twenty-five, twenty-six, and twenty-seven all line the bank of that hill. They are the cards that are going to wrap everything up.

What's going to happen after that? Well, Treason will be printed out onto paper, put into a binder and passed around between ten people who are going to pick the story apart word for word. They're going to write out exactly what needs to be changed, what needs to be longer, what needs to be shorter, what needs to be removed. That will take six months, and during that six months, I won't see a word of Treason. The file will be stored away, the hard copy kept out of my hands, and then after the six months - during which I'll be writing the third instalment of the PTSD series - I'll go back, read all of the comments that people have made in regards to my first draft, and I'll correct it. I'll change what I think needs to be changed, I'll add things were things need to be added, move some chapters around, delete entire chapters, and then some day soon, it'll be done.

It's what I'm doing right now with Promise. I haven't seen my first novel since April. In a month, I'll be able to take my hard copy back and do some editing. If I get my way, Promise will be ready for Christmas. I'll print out the book one last time, pass it around some more, make sure that every little detail is perfect, and then I'll start looking for someone who agrees, someone with influence who agrees, that is. Query letters for Promise and for the entire PTSD novels will be sent out in the new year, once Promise is done, Treason is in it's second or third draft, Sacrifice is drafted, and Death is outlined. 

It sounds like a lot of work, and, trust me, it is, but someday it'll be worth it. When you can all walk into a book store and pick up a copy of Promise, it'll be worth it. When I see my first novel bound into a hard cover with my name on the spine, it'll be worth it.

I wish you all the best, and I hope that you continue to enjoy the rest of your summer! It's almost over! Can you believe it? I know I can't.

Love you all,
Diana

This week's song is Good Time by Owl City feat. Carley Rae Jepsen. Have a listen.


Tuesday, August 14, 2012

Getting There ... Slowly

Hi, readers!

I'm going to make this a short one for a few reasons. I am running out of time (my final deadline for Treason is September 1) and time is going by too fast. Can it really already be the 14th?! That's insane. I have 17 days left to write twenty-five thousand words. Well, let's make that fifteen, twenty if I'm lucky. My final goal is sixty, but this is just the first draft. It'll get longer once I go back and add some more information.

How far am I? Thirty-five thousand words into the story, and it's about to get really interesting. Right now, it's at exactly one hundred and fifty pages on Microsoft Word. I almost hope to be able to double that. I really need to get back to work, but since this post is so short, I'll leave you with an excerpt from Promise.


 “I’m going to miss you,” she said, kissing my cheek.
“I’ll miss you, too,” I said.
“You’ll be careful, right?”
“Yes, Mom.”
“And you’ll make sure that you have fun?”
“Yes, Mom.”
“And if you come back pregnant, you know I won’t be pleased, right?” she joked.
We both laughed.
“You don’t have to worry about that, Mom. Who would want to get me pregnant anyway?” My voice trailed off.
“Oh, honey, forget about Alex. This is your summer. Go on, and go have the time of your life.”
“I will, Mom. I promise. See you in two months!”
“Goodbye, sweetie,” she said, hugging me tighter.

Copyright © 2012 by Diana Knight

Have a good week, and I hope to see you all back here next Tuesday!

Diana
xo

This week's song is International Love by Pitbull feat. Chris Brown because I love the beat. Enjoy!


Tuesday, August 7, 2012

I'M SORRY!

I know, I know, I skipped a week! It's been bothering me up until today, but I swear that I have a good reason!


I got this little guy last week and he's been keeping me busy all week. His name is Timbit and he's just a little over two month old. He's a cross between a Yorkie and a Maltese, and he is just the cutest thing ever! I haven't even had time to pick up my computer to do anything, let alone to blog. I have, however, still been working on Treason; I'm just writing everything out by hand. One day I'll have to type it all up, but for the moment, it's just easier to stick with pen and paper. 

I am verging on thirty-thousand words, and the story is really starting to pick up pace. I have to be honest, though, I'm still not really sticking to my schedule. Not only has the puppy put me behind, but I also realized that I left out a really important part when I was planning everything, so I needed to add a few extra days to be able to come up with ideas and write it out. Someday I'll get it done. Hopefully soon. 

I haven't really been up to much besides working, eating, sleeping and writing. I don't know which I've been doing more, but I know that I haven't had a free minute in weeks. I'm so tired that I can't even begin to concentrate on what I'm doing. At work on Sunday, I set the toaster on fire. Yesterday, I broke a pile of dishes and dropped cake on my shoes. Something tells me that this is not going to be my week. 

I wrote a short story last night before falling asleep because I had nothing better to do. Read it and let me know what you think?

A million thoughts race through your head, a million moments. It's been a year. An entire year has gone by since your life changed. A year filled with laughter, tears, heartbreak, and happiness. A year filled with him. When it happened, it was like a bolt of lightning striking the Earth: fast and dangerous. It was like a river leaving it's bed: overtaking. But at the same time, it was like lava: slowly becoming hard and solid.

The lightning hit first, the very first day that you saw him. All you could see were eyes and a smile, all you could hear was a gentle laugh and a teasing voice, all you could feel was your heart slamming against your chest, trying to break free. That was summer.

As fall came along, things changed. You changed. You were more daring in the fall, more comfortable and more willing to take chances. In the fall, the teasing comments and raised voices turned into deeper conversations. There was no more of the constant insulting and arguing. She was gone, and he had changed. Like the trees, you were also shedding your old leaves, leaving yourselves bare and exposed to the harsher days ahead. 

Winter brought short days, cold, dark nights, and pain. She was back, but only to tease. He ran back to her, to shelter, and you were left alone to bare December's iciness. 

As the days got longer, things looked brighter. You were trying to grow new leaves, to move on. You couldn't, though. Leaves need not only water, but also sunlight to grow. You were trying to run away from your sunlight. Happiness blossomed like May flowers when you returned to his side. Everything was back to normal and the wheel of the year was once again in motion. Thoughts of him flooded through you. 

Now, as yet another summer comes to an end, you have become lava: not yet rock, not yet solid, but sure to transform soon. Summer has brought happiness beyond belief, comfort, and safety. Summer has brought change and yet reminded you that you are all still the same. Summer has brought growth. Summer has brought magic.

Copyright © 2012 by Diana Knight

So that's that. That's what I come up with a one in the morning when thoughts are chasing each other around my head. Albeit, it might have been due to the country music that was playing. I'll let you be the judge.

Well, I'm off. I really do need to get back to work. I hope that you have had a good week and that this one coming up will be just as good. Thank you for stopping in, and I'll try to be more on time with my postings!

XO
Diana

This week's song is Wide Awake by Katy Perry just because. Enjoy!