Beware the "Working Title"

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One of the things I did yesterday was tackle the claim form for the Google Library settlement. I love Google Book for research, but I'm not really happy about the settlement because — according to a New York Times Book Review article — it gives Google a monoply. The Google groups might be Good Guys now, but that may not always be the case.

Nonetheless, a settlement is a settlement, and my literary agency is advising their authors to fill out the claim form. I did, with the usual on-line form frustrations. But the puzzle (and surprise) was to discover that one of the Google Book listings for Mistress of the Sun is shown as: Mistress of the Sun; A Romantic Tragedy with Several Changes of Scene. Say what?!

Readers of this blog might recall that this was the title of a very early draft of this novel — possibly the first one submitted to HarperCollins, my Canadian publisher. My guess is that that was the title on the contract and that somehow it got picked up by Google Book. I'm rather charmed to discover this — I'm fond of this title — but it cautions me to be wary in the future. What I think of as a "working title" might easily become etched forever in the ethernet airwaves.

A Valentine for my readers

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I mentioned that I met with a group of readers from Little Rock a week or so ago. One of the members has written to my U.S. publicist to find out how to arrange a visit. (How I would enjoy that! This was a lively and fun-loving group: a pleasure to be with.) At the top of her letter was this charming heart, which I am passing on to you on this lovely Saint Valentine's Day.

Richard and I began the day with "surprise!" bouquets of roses to each other. I gave him a Valentine's Day card in Spanish: who knows what it might say! And then, because my coffee-maker is stratigically placed in my office (I recommend this strategy to all aspiring writers), I settled down to a little work on the plot. My recent research binge unearthed some unsettling but quite dramatic developments. I'm feeling both hopeful and excited — although still unsure about the ultimate and all-important question: is my heroine guilty?

Then I answered an email from my ever-efficient VA: how to podcast, details about my reading event in April. (She has achieved so much in very little time.)

And so now, to breakfast, and a wander out into this beautiful day. Happy Valentine's day, one and all.

Emerging from the Archives

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I've finally made it through to the end of the French biography of my heroine — sentence by slow sentence. Of course now my entire concept of Claude is different and the plot is going to have to be entirely changed. And also, of course, I should have carefully read this biography before I'd crafted the plot. I'd skimmed the book, but there was a great deal I didn't understand. Fact-based fiction can be so challenging!

But before I dive back into The Plot, I need to give some thought to the promotion workshop I'm giving in ten days, as well as the PEN lecture I'm giving shortly after. Plus two talk meets today: one with my VA (who has already done so much!), and another with a French translator about certain passages in the Bastille Archives that defy my understanding. And then, later in the day, another attempt at video conferencing in preparation for a book club meet next week. The first, last Tuesday, failed, using AIM. This time we're going to try using Skype.

I've two links to post here before signing off, both having to do with creativity. The first is a fantastic TED lecture by Elizabeth Gilbert, author of Eat, Pray, Love, on creativity: click here to see it. She's amazing.

And the second is a blog post on "how to write a book" using computer technology: click here. The discussion that follows the blog is of interest, as well, and one certainly close to my heart, since I'm continually trying to figure out how best to use certain database programs such as DevonThink and Evernote and NoteBook. Each have limitations that I find frustrating and I've yet to sort out. (For those of my readers who get pangs of Mac-envy, I've learned that the best database program for historical researchers is OneNote—for PC only, alas.)

Catching up

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We've had house guests this week — very good friends — and it's amazing how busy the days and nights can get. Nonetheless, I've been working each morning on The Next Novel — mostly research at this point. I've been slowly wading through a French biography of my character. Some French is easier to read than others, and I find this historian's writing quite challenging.

Too often, too, I've had to deal with computer/software/Net frustrations. One morning my keyboard had a terrible stutter. The word "stutter," for example, would appear as ssssstuutteerrrrrr. Then suddenly, it's fine. Why?!

I'm also trying to figure out the technology involved in setting up a video conference with a book club. This has involved quite a bit of searching the Net for solutions to the error messages that kept popping up.

I've had corrections to make to my anthology essay; an interview for a magazine article; quite a bit of reader email; time spent trying to figure out how to qualify for the Net research site Jstor (this is on-going); on-going puzzle-time trying to figure out how to store my research documents (more on that to come); a visit with a wonderfully fun group of readers from Little Rock; and — now! at last! — correspondence with a woman who will be my VA (Virtual Assistant). Readers of this blog will know that I've been thinking about and searching for a VA for some time.

So, for now, back to wading through this French biography.

Big questions

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I mentioned earlier that I would answer reader letters today. (I've been lax!) It's a chore — but invariably a pleasure.

One young reader wrote with these questions:

I have always had a vague interest in writing historical fiction. How did you get into it? Do you have another job besides writing? How did you find a publisher?

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I got into writing novels because I love books and I wanted to write. I was a book editor at the time. I found an agent before I found a publisher, but it took many, many, many years. My advice is to persevere and just do it. Create a novel that you would want to read. Don't even think about trying to publish it until you have written five drafts, and all the readers you recruit to read it love it. It's rare to be able to publish a first novel, so think of yourself as being a student of writing. Writing is enough of a reward in itself.

Outline Swamp

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I've been working on the outline of The Next Novel. I had promised this next draft to my L.A. editor (Dan) today. Yesterday I sent him an email: no way! My agent had asked, back in November, if she could expect it at the end of January, and I had, "Oh, yes." At that time January was a distant world.

It surprises me what a time-consuming process this is. The outline is 40 pages, but it's double spaced, with lots of chunks in "invisible type" which I use to fade out scenes I'm in doubt of. (Putting them in outline purgatory.) I had imagined that I could read it through in one day, and then revise it the day later. The reading part is accurate, but the revising part is not. I seem to get through only about four or five pages a day.

The process is not so different from writing. With each line I'm asking: Would she really do that? How does she feel? What is their relationship? Can I cut this scene? Combine these? How can I make this scene more dramatic? And (the loathsome stickler): What are the facts?

A "What are the facts?" question sends me off into Research Land — and this can, and does, take hours. (See my post on my research blog: here.)

I've not worked out an outline so carefully before, and it remains to be seen if it's a worthwhile thing to do. Somehow I think so. I know that the novel that will eventually (miraculously) see the light of day will be quite different — writing is a process of discovery — but it's possible that I may be short-cutting that process by a few years of drafts by imagining it through in this way, over and over and over.

Today, Sunday chores: answer reader emails, attend to bills and filing, prepare for houseguests. But first, I'll just have a peek at the next page of the outline.

Research blues

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I love the research required to write a fact-based novel, but there are times when it becomes overwhelming ... like this morning. Not only does my heroine possibly have the heart of a murderer, but the convoluted relationships between two of my other characters — Corneille and Molière — have suddenly become far more complex than I ever imagined. Corneille and Molière were in competition for the king's favour — and my current plot dramatizes this competition — but now there appears to be evidence to suggest that Corneille was in fact writing a number of Molière's plays. In short, that they were collaborators, not competitors. Groan.

All of this will require more study and digestion (and, no doubt, indigestion) -- and no doubt, as well, an hysterical call or two to academics who have offered to help. But right now I feel that this subject is impossibly big.

Strange Revelations

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We arrived back from the beach yesterday afternoon. I'm almost unpacked -- although not quite. We returned to piles of magazines, mail (bills), Christmas cards, plus several books I'd ordered before we left. Two of these are on the Affair of the Poisons, which features in The Next Novel. One, Strange Revelations, is a scholarly work, and recently published, so I am eager to read it.

Immediately I skimmed the index and skimmed the bits about Claude des Oeillets, the main character of my novel. I was rather disturbed to descover that the author of this book, Lynn Wood Mollenauer, states that Claude "probably" plotted to kill the king.

Well! Strange revelations indeed. This would put a rather different cast on my character and a bomb in my plot. First, I have to be convinced myself.

Nous verrons!

The writer as athlete

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I finished, yesterday, Haruki Murakami's What I Talk About When I Talk About Running. Murakami is the astonishing Japanese author (of Kafka on the Shore and many other titles). This is a book is a memoir of sorts, a reflection on running and writing, and the relationship between them. (He runs to keep fit for writing.) Of course it was the writing parts I found the most interesting, although I enjoyed learning about running as well.

Here are some lines that I found noteworthy:

"Writers who are blessed with inborn talent can freely write novels no matter what they do—or don't do. Like water from a natural spring, the sentences just well up, and with little or no effort these writers can complete a work. ... Unfortunately, that category wouldn't include me. ... I have to pound the rock with a chisel and dig out a deep hole before I can locate the source of creativity. To write a novel I have to drive myself hard physically and use a lot of time and effort. Every time I begin a new novel, I have to dredge out another new, deep hole." [page 43]

That's what I'm doing now: dredging.

"Writing novels, to me, is basically a kind of manual labor. Writing itself is mental labor, but finishing an entire book is closer to manual labor. ... The whole process—sitting at your desk, focusing your mind like a Lazar beam, imagining something out of a blank horizon, creating a story, selecting the right words, one by one, keeping the whole flow of the story on track—requires far more energy, over a period of time, that most people ever imagine." [page 79]

This is one reason it gets harder to write a novel as one ages. It's simply hard work!

"You might not move your body around, but there's grueling, dynamic labor going on inside you. Everybody uses their mind when they think. But a writer puts on an outfit called narrative and thinks with his entire being; and for the novelist that process requires putting into play all your physical reserve, often to the point of overexertion." [page 80]

The last four months of working on Mistress of the Sun I watched my diet, avoided staying out late, and abstained from all alcohol. I felt like an athlete in training. I suspect that the depression that follows the high of finishing has to do with an extreme fatigue.

Sometimes Murakami refers to writing as a toxin.

"Basically I agree with the view that writing novels is an unhealthy type of work. When we set off to write a novel, when we use writing to create a story, like it or not a like of toxin that lies deep down in all humanity rises to the surface. All writers have to come face-to-face with this toxin and, aware of the danger involved, discover a way to deal with it, because otherwise no creative activity in the real sense can take place. (Please excuse the strange analogy: with a fugu fish, the tastiest part is the portion near the poison—this might be something similar to what I'm getting at.) No matter how you spin it, this isn't a healthy activity." [page 96]

I first read this passage with resistance, but I think there is truth in it. Inevitably, writing a novel entails digging deep, and often into septic layers. I think a writer must be prepared for this, and have a plan in place for self-protection.

The hammock life

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The loveliest day today: I awoke at 4:00, after a solid six hours sleep. I lingered until 5:00, and then got up. I felt rested. I tip-toed out onto our porch with my laptop and settled into a chair facing the dark surf. The world is mine at that hour.

I worked on the plot outline for several hours, until the day dawned — a beautiful thing to see anywhere, but especially on an isolated beach. I scolded myself a bit for spending much of this time fooling with format, but then I realized that this is the natural thing to do before something gets sent out. It's the ribbons and bows stage. Not that I'm truly there!

By 8:00, I had done a great deal of work and was content. It was a gorgeous morning, clear and calm. We ate melon, walked the beach, chatted with acquaintances. I studied my French language tape (yes, in Mexico! go figure), read from my book on 17th century French theater, and then we swam in the warm ocean and went for abalone and shrimp in the palapas down at the village end of the beach.

Everything had a movie glow: "summer at the beach." Bathers bobbing, a fishing boat blaring rock 'n roll, couples hitting a ball back and forth, women in bikinis lying in the sun reading. But all so wonderfully Mexico: vendors cruising, singers playing — and intoxicated lovers getting tattoos. (Oh dear!)

Now, as I write this, the sun is setting, a golden ball reflected in the water. I do love this reflective life. A reader of this blog asked if I felt more creative here, and I believe the answer is yes.

Biographical fiction 101

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An important part of writing is reading and I've been reading biographical fiction of late, one title after another, observing how other authors take on "a life". Two I started and abandoned: they were set in the Court of the Sun King. One had too many factual errors for me to enjoy it. The other I began with joy — the language was bawdy and the spirit zestful — but I found the portraits of the characters too one-dimensional, and, again, there were also errors of fact (without apparent reason). It began to feel like an all-too-English portrayal of "those terrible French" (as if the English are so innocent!).



The next novel was a gem: November 22, 1963, by Adam Braver, a novel about Jackie Kennedy, primarily, and that fateful day. I'll have more to say about this novel later (I'm at the beach, and the book is back home), but for now, I'll make these general observations:

A highly dramatic and sympathetic subject is a serious leg-up when it comes to biographical novels, and this novel rates five stars on both counts. It held me breathless from the first sentence to the last, but in the hands of another writer, I could easily have set such a novel down, in spite of the compelling subject. But Braver is a fantastic writer. He handles this subject with perfect authority, elegance, but most of all: heart. This is a very spare novel: the author cuts between different points of view with great ease. We're given slices of the various events of that day from the perspective of a police escort, a coffin manufacturer, the man whose life work was care for the presidential limousine, the various White House staff.

I followed this spare novel with one of vast proportions (728 pages of small type!): Blonde, by Joyce Carol Oates. I finished this last night and in a word: wow. I've not read Oates before — I find her style generally too gothic for my taste — but I respect her greatly as a writer, and I'd read that this novel, a novel about Marilyn Monroe, was her best.

It is a stunning — stunning — experience. Oates' gothic, feverish, hallucinatory style is perfectly suited to the subject of Monroe. As a writer, Oates is fearless: there is nothing that she shrinks from. I wouldn't have had the courage, personally, to write certain (awful!) scenes — especially those involving JFK (thinking of Caroline).

The characters are never named, interestingly: "the Ex-Athlete" is Joe DeMaggio, "the Playwright" is Arthur Miller, "the President" is JFK, for example. This was possibly a legal consideration, but, more importantly, it lent itself to the mythic feel of the novel.

It's hard to create sympathy for an addict — drunks are notoriously impossible for the writer of fiction to portray sympathetically, for example — but I've come away from this novel with a great sympathy and respect for Monroe.

As always, I'm curious about what was not included: this is always key. Nothing about the Mafia lovers, nothing about her secretary. Certainly there were lovers enough, and a staff would have interfered with the image of Marilyn so very alone.

I believe that Author's Notes are very important with respect to a fact-baced fiction. The reader needs to know: Where do we stand? What's fact? What's fiction? Can I trust you (the author)? Oates states:

Blonde is a radically distilled "life" in the form of fiction, and, for all it's length, synecdoche is the principle of appropriation.

(Okay, I had to look up synecdoche: a figure of speech in which the part is made to represent the whole or vice-versa.)

Oates makes it clear that instead of many lovers, abortions, medical crisis, she will focus on a select few. With any biographical fiction, one must cut away, cut away, cut away to get at the essence, in order to bring a life to life.

Biographical facts regarding Marilyn Monroe should be sought not in Blonde, which is not intended as a historic document, but in biographies of the subject.

I appreciate her clarity, but what Oates has done, I'm quite convinced, is recreate Monroe's spirit. An amazing work.

And this one!

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Yet another wonderful clip (this one not a spoff) on our world of reading: click here.

How it's done (NOT)

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This YouTube video on the book creation process is such a laugh: click here.

Slow net!

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I'm at the beach (wonderful!), which slows by nature — but the Net connection is painfully slow here, so I'm going to blame my absence on that. It's certainly part of it.

I have been working, although in a lazy way: Q&A for the P.S. section of the Canadian hardcover, another Q&A for the French film-maker, emails from my agent, my L.A. editor.

This morning I started the next draft of the plot, but was flummoxed by software. Grrr! Word 2008 is missing some critical features that it used to have: the capacity to print out comments, for example. Then suddenly -- something I did, no doubt -- caused the formatting toolbar to disappear. I could no longer even increase the size of the type. I spent way too much time trying to figure it out. Then I tried Mac's iWork Pages programme. This software has a lovely feel, and seemed easy to master -- but for one thing: how to split the screen?!

It seemed to me that both these programmes had loads of bells and whistles, but were lacking in some basic word processing tools. I ended up going back to Word 2004: I'm so glad I kept the old programme.

With all this, I actually did manage to get some plotting work done.

But now ... back to the beach! (May my friends and family in the North forgive me.)

Happy New Year!

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Last year was a "charged" year, for me. Having a book come out, jumping into the world of Net promo, going on an extensive tour as well as a trip to Europe: whew.

We are heading off for three weeks on the coast now, so I have to give some thought to what I will be needing there. Books, books, books, but mainly: my computer. There will be final manuscript to approve of the anthology I'm part of, further thoughts on my outline — especially dreamstorming — questions to answer from a film-maker proposing a documentary. No doubt, too, there will be paperback copy to approve, etc. etc. etc. A writer's work goes on, regardless.

I love the regenerative impulse of the New Year. I've made resolutions (too many, I'll need to be more realistic). One of the resolutions, of course, is to get better organized, both in life and on computer. Right now, I'm trying to sort out how to better keep track of my research notes. I use, mainly, NoteBook, which I've mentioned before (and love) — but it has some limitations. For example, if I want to insert a visual from the Net, I have to copy it to my desktop and then insert it into the appropriate place in the Notebook. That's a bit slow, and one big disadvantage is that it doesn't carry with it information about where that clipping came from.

I should note that if I used Safari instead of FireFox, I could clip from the Net to Notebook directly, and that the clip would carry the URL source information with it — but then I'd still have to move that clip to its appropriate spot in my extensive outline (time-consuming). But more importantly, Safari drives me crazy!

I've discovered that the same problem exists when clipping to DevonThink. It's a FireFox problem, but I'm unwilling to move back to Safari because of it. For now.

I've explored Zotero, a web-based database designed by historians for historians, but quickly discovered that it didn't "communicate" with all websites. This limitation was too limiting for me.

And so I was interested when son Chet told me about Evernote, a free FireFox add-on (which works with both Mac and PC I should note). With Evernote, it's easy to clip to a database that exists on my computer as well as on the web (nice). The URL source comes along with the clip (good). It's easy to search (excellent). My only complaint, so far, is that you can't nest files — but with good use of tags that may not be necessary. For now, I'm trying it out. I prefer having all my information in one place, one database, but that simply may not be possible. Nous verrons ...



A snapshop of my Evernote database — so far.

A wonderful blog on book cover design

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Through The Readerville Journal, I've learned of several wonderful blogs on design. Two of these have become a regular inspiration: BibliOdssey and On Familiar Things. A new one is ...By Henry Sene Yee Design. What I love about this blog is that Henry Sene Yee goes through the process of coming up with a good book cover design. For example, here are a few of the sketches he made ...




... to come up with this wonderful cover:



One of the things I'm learning from this blog is the importance of communicating the spirit of a novel to the designer. One assumes that a designer will read the book. I suspect that Henry Sene Yee does, but I doubt very much that that is usually the case. (It's a question of time, no doubt — not indifference.)

My Canadian and U.S. publishers have each come up with "a look" for my books. Here is the new look of the Canadian paperbacks:









These are elegant, beautiful covers, and the striking design will be good for sales, no doubt, but I find it a bit uncomfortable. Personally, I'd like my books to look more like the type of books I read myself — abstract and literary (read: "small market") — but I'm also uncomfortable mentioning this. I'm lucky to have "a market," and supremely lucky to have publishers who wish to invest in new covers. However, it's an emotional issue, an intensely personal one. Some authors go along, and others scream and shout. Many simply don't have the energy or time — energy and time better spent writing. In any case, at a certain point, going along is the only option ... and likely the wise one, too. Besides, these new covers are growing on me.

(P.S. The last, the rust gown, is my own.)

Ergonomics

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Put any two writers over 40 years of age together, and eventually the subject will turn to issues of ergonomics: neck, back, wrist pain. A friend took on literary jury duty because she needed a break from the computer. Another friend's son, a musician, had to take a course in university on how to protect his body from tendonitis and other crippling ailments. Such courses should be mandatory for writers and artists as well. It's hard to be creative if you're in pain.

Over the years I've used a variety of wrist supports for working at the computer. When I'm in full-writing mode, and putting in long hours, I set a timer to go off every hour, and place it at a distance from my station so that I have to get up to turn it off. I also have an exercise routine I try to do each time.

I don't often work at a desk — preferring to be reclined on a daybed or couch with my laptop on my lap and my wireless mouse set on a book by my side — but when I do, I make sure that my monitor is at a comfortable eye-level, and that a keyboard and mouse is close to my lap. I also use a document support (shown at right) so that the book or papers I am working from are directly in front of me and I don't have to crane my neck. A good chair is important too: the one I have in Mexico is fully adjustable, but it's not as good as the chair I use in Canada, and I feel the difference. I've a box in my storage closet full of shoulder, neck and wrist supports I've resorted to over the years.

Ultimately, I think the key will be to cut down on typing. A friend is sending out scans of hand-written text to be typed. Although I've begun to explore dictation, I've yet to become comfortable with it. I need to push myself in this direction — a New Year's Resolution.

Apology for the Woman Writing

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I'm reading quite a bit of biographical fiction right now, I notice — that is, fiction based on a real person's life.

I've just finished reading Apology for the Woman Writing by Jenny Diski. It's a historical novel based on the life of Marie de Gournay, a 16th century writer and the editor (and protector of) Michel de Montaigne's Essays. She's a strange woman and this is something of a strange novel. Diski is a fine writer, and there were many passages I loved, in particular Marie's intoxication with books, and with the work of Montaigne in particular.

Because Marie is a writer, there is much about writing in this novel. I particularly liked:

"What writer is not emotionally unbalanced by the publication of a new book?" (page 94)

True!

As always, what interests me is that fuzzy line between fact and fiction. The author, in her Author's Note, states:

"What shall we call this one? I suppose 'historical novel'. It doesn't much matter to me, except that I understand that the designation brings questions to the mind of the reader. About what is true and what is made up. Well, it's all made up, of course, but some of it is true — at any rate verifiable by means of other texts." [page 278]

Diski includes a full bibliography for further study, as well as a fascinating account of the protective measures the French took in order for a historian to photograph Montaigne's much-written-over pages. (The pages could not be exposed to any light whatsoever, for example.) Sometimes, in the novel, the narrative voice felt like a historical telling, veering toward the fact end of the fiction/fact scale.

As with any biographical novel, what's of interest — to me — is what is left out as well as what is included. There were parts of Marie's life I would have wanted the author to go — her contact with the Court is overlooked, for example.

Diski is a polished, literary writer, and this novel is always beautifully controlled — but I was not always enthralled by it.

Putting the Prod in Productivity

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Class act

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I subscribe to a wonderful blog by author Catherine Delors. Today she interviewed Kris Waldherr, the author of Doomed Queens. Catherine's blog is always beautifully illustrated, and she included a number of illustrations from what immediately struck me as an absolutely irresistible book. Click! I ordered the book, and then checked out Kris's website, which is also irresistible. I subscribed to her newsletter, was immediately signed up, receiving a nice letter from Marina Rossetti — "virtual assistant." (Ah, a VA: Believe me, this caught my eye.) This author/illustrator is doing all the right things: great book, great website, newsletter, blog tour. Hats off.

Plot deadline met!

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Meeting a deadline is a wonderful feeling. Yesterday I sent the second draft of the plot of The Next Novel to Dan Smetanka, a wonderful editor who works free lance in L.A., and who worked with me on Mistress of the Sun.

So now? Now I face the clutter of my desk, my unorganized To Do lists, mail to answer, my unwrapped and even un-purchased Christmas presents, a house to decorate, etc.

But even all this feels like a holiday, now that I've put the puzzle of crafting a novel out of the chaos of the 17th century behind me for a bit. Not that it won't continue to be on my mind: one of the things I'll do today is select the next research book to dive into.

I've never worked with an outline so systematically before. It's over 20 pages long, and basically it's a list of major characters, themes, and the story itself, unfolding in scenes. It was creating the scene-units that made a big difference, from generalizing a story, to actually seeing the workings of it, scene by scene. The scene descriptions are bare bones. For example:

SCENE: The Court continues on north, toward Paris. Claude's father, ill, insists his acting troupe follow. "But how will you eat?" Claude: We will manage.

SCENE: Claude and her brothers beg for coins. She coaches her brothers on how to act injured.

How much of this will make it into The Next Novel? My guess is that a great deal will change. But the purpose of this draft-in-outline-form is to explore what might be possible, given the historical record. (During this process, I spent a lot of time research, as noted on my research blog.)

I read an interesting blog, yesterday, an interview with Davina, a NaNoWriMo participant. She expressed very well the challenge of telling a story that is based on historical fact:

One of my major difficulties I found was incorporating the research while sticking to the story I wanted to write. As I did more reading and research I realized that I would have to tweak events and timelines to get an effective story. There was also an expanding cast of people who needed to be incorporated. The story quickly became more complex than I originally thought it would, to be honest.

I did feel bad about stretching the truth in some respects to suit my story. For instance, Minette didn’t actually die of poison as in the novel. There is strictly no proof that Athenais was involved in Satanic rituals. Angelique de Fontages wasn’t poisoned, she died of a miscarriage. And the events of the story happened over a long period of times : nearly twenty years! But I had to make the decision to alter events as I saw fit to make a compelling story that I would want to tell.

Some of the events that happened according to the research were a bit OTT and I seriously wondered about toning it down as I thought no one is going to believe that in a story.

I'm in the same state. Right now, I'm trying to hold tightly to the historical record, but there is at least one development that I'm tempted to change for the sake of the story. We shall see.

Scary discoveries!

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Research always gets the blood running. I've just discovered that the "love powders" Athénaïs was getting from the witch Voisin contained Spanish Fly.

Well! "Love" powders indeed.

I have always assumed that "love powders" were some innocuous superstitious ritual. The use of Spanish Fly, however, is a much more serious business. It is known to be deadly and seriously damaging to health.

I just posted about this to my research blog. Now, back to the plot.

Winnie-the-Pooh

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Two friends from up north have emailed me to say that they heard me interviewed on the CBC last Saturday. This wasn't a real interview, but "Proustian" questions posed to a number of writers. What I'm curious to know is if they used the question: "Who is your favourite literary character?" Because my answer was — ta da! — Winnie the Pooh.

And really, who doesn't love Winnie?

I'm heavy into research again. Before I construct a plot around a Black Mass, I have to decide if it likely happened — and if so, when ... and where. This first entailed re-visiting the best book on the subject, and then, of course (because I have to see for myself), wading into the archives of the Bastille to view to trial accounts first-hand. These archives are now downloadable and on my computer: the Net is so amazing. What it means is that I can read the word-for-word transcripts of trials that took place in 1680.

But it's ugly stuff — certainly not a Winnie-the-Pooh world — and all the accounts differ. What a cast of characters, though, charlatans in every shape and size. I'm with Winnie on this: puzzled as all get-out.

German edition

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I was pleased to learn this morning (through a Yahoo group!) the title of the German edition of Mistress of the Sun: Die Sonne des Königs, which I'm told translates as Sun of the King, a title I like. When I googled that title I got 46 hits — all showing the novel available for pre-order. At last I found what I was seeking: an image of the cover, which I rather like. (Although with one concern: the image of the King, from what I can tell — it doesn't enlarge well — might be from a portrait of him as an old man. I hope not.)

In the process, I discovered a simply hideous cover of Joséphine. (I wonder which of the Trilogy that title would be.) In general, the translated editions have been gorgeous, but this one? Not!

And so: to work. Today I've a "guest blog" post to pull together, as well as on-going work on the plot of The Next Novel. It's the usual push-pull between fact and fiction. I develop a storyline, and then discover a fact that unravels it completely, sending me back to the drawing board. It's always a puzzle to work out a story within a framework of fact — but it's a puzzle I enjoy.

Award book covers

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The editor of The Book Design Review has chosen the best book covers (in his view) of 2008. Many have a similar, muscular look: not necessarily attractive, but eye- and, most significantly, mind-catching. I voted for Milk, although there were others I was tempted by.