A weekly post updated every Saturday discussing my current writing projects and where I stand with them. This will include any and all work(s) in progress (WIP) be they creative writing, essays/analyses, or reviews of any type.
Title: The Broken Rose
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Type: Fanfiction (FFVII) Novel
Current Word Count: 278,692
Prior Word Count: 278,963
Word Difference: -271
Progress: 1st Edit of Chapter 5
I really wanted to show the picture I found for Chapter 5’s cover and the subsequent macro I made for it, but I’m still waiting to hear back from the artist on whether it’s okay for me to use it at all. She has been active on Deviant Art lately so I’m hoping she’ll respond to my message soon. She’s from Russia; however, I saw her replies were in English. There’s been a few times where artists are either not active or they don’t have any English on their pages on in their comments. With the latter I don’t assume they don’t speak the language, but I also don’t assume they do. I’m not fully fluent in anything other than my native tongue (I’m passable in French), so bilingual speakers or polyglots are high up on my impressed list.
Chapter 5 is what I call a “letter chapter.” I believe I’ve mentioned this before, but letter chapters are exactly what they say on the tine. They’re letters that Aeris writes to herself in an effort to reclaim her identity. Their titles were also almost the name of the entire work. Before I settled (and it’s still potentially up in the air) on The Broken Rose, I was calling this story Dear Aeris, and it was a an homage to the game Dear Esther, which I absolutely love. I’m currently embroiled in a wonderful discourse in the comment section of Cheap Boss Attack’s post about it and other weekend gaming activities. It’s a situation I relish, because no one else I know has played it, and I haven’t had a chance to review it, so there’s been a dearth of opportunities for me to talk about it. It’s easily in my top ten favorite games so for a while Dear Aeris was the title I went with, but this was in the preliminary stages of writing where I thought there’d be more letters. Currently there are only two, and the third and final one for the epilogue was scrapped since epilogues (and prologues) are considered extraneous unless absolutely necessary. The Broken Rose captures the essence of the story more, too, because despite being broken, she’s still a rose, and that’s worth more than any damage or abuse.
The picture (far) above is supposed to give an idea of her closet, and yes, I’m QUITE jealous of such closet space. I could probably live quite comfortably in such a room. I wanted her closet to be walk in, and while the above image doesn’t quite capture what’s in my head, it’s still a nice picture to spur the mental image along. There is definitely a chandelier. I really do love those.
I did manage to find and make a picture for (the new) Chapter 4, which I never really got to talk about since I did indeed manage to complete a first and second edit on Saturday and Sunday respectively last week.
I used this picture before in my “Full of Grace” slideshow, and it seems to capture the feel of helplessness well, but even within in that there’s a glimmer of hope in the light she’s bathed in. Initially, I felt like I was settling for this image, but the more I looked at it and thought about it from the fore mentioned angle, but more satisfied I was.
Chapter 5 is the point I decided I needed to reach before I started posting this. I’ve been considering waiting until Chapter 6 since I added a chapter in, and there may be some tweaking between Chapter 5 and Chapter 3, but I’ll attempt to keep my promise.
Quote: I’m trying so hard not to cry and mess up this pretty letter. It’s fancy paper, cream colored and smooth, and the pen just glides along. The closet I have goes on forever with all the clothes there are. It’s more like a room, even bigger than a shack in the depths of the slums. There are more clothes than I could ever wear in a month or even a year. They arrived in boxes brought by men, and I cowered upstairs in my room. My master was speaking with them at the door, and I thought he’d finally sell me. I know that he’s rich, but I make him no money, and he lets me eat every day. Then that low voice called my name and I curled into a ball. Hiding on the far side of the bed with my knees pulled up to my chest. I was wearing one of his black shirts and it smelled so good like him. It was strangely comforting even though I was scared of being sold to other men. My master called my name again, and fear choked me. I hadn’t answered!
“Y-Yes, great master?” I said very soft, but his hearing’s perfect like him so he heard.
“Come here and see. Oh yes, you can’t stand. May I pick you up?”
Title: The Threads of Sorrow
Genre: Paranormal Romance/Retold Fairy Tale
Type: Original Short Story
Prior Word Count: 6787
Current Word Count: 6787
Word Difference: 0
Status: Critiques received
Progress: Need to review critiques
Can we say no progress? Yeah, no progress. I’ve done nothing with this story. It’s been a rough few weeks for a variety of reasons, and I’m finding it hard to churn up the heart to work on anything that will be subject for a “gatekeeper’s” approval before it’s deemed worthy. I’ll get back to it eventually, but I just can’t do it right now. Even looking at gentle critiques is hard. I’ve been really stressed with health nonsense getting worse, and I spend too much time on Facebook (which I’m sure you all know is a political shit show), and that’s stressful, too. I really should limit my time there, but it really is addictive. Anyway, I hope to get back to this soon. I really do love this story, and I want to find someone willing to publish it (again).
Title: Half a Tragedy Is Worse Than Whole
Subject: FFVII Comparative and Meta
I haven’t worked on this either, even though it’s one of my “vacation” essays I should’ve tackled during that time. I sat down to write one day, and there were too many things going on in my head I wanted to talk about to even begin so I figured I’d work on an outline. That’s still the plan, but I haven’t gotten to it. Last week was probably the most unproductive week of my life. I’m going to try to work on the outline today. If I can get that squared away, I’ll feel more confident about writing since I’ll have a cohesive plan.
The essay idea came about while I was working on The Seventh Is the Darkest or rather I decided to separate this part out. There are numerous similarities between the narrative of VII and a Greek tragedy, and I knew I’d need another examination to sort that out.
What are you currently working on? Is it a creative writing project, essay, review, or something else? Have you just started something new or are you wrapping up a long term project?