Pages

Saturday, September 27, 2008

Day Four

Today, I'm chasing the paper tails of plot kites, flying in all directions. I know I don't have to-shouldn't-wrap every thread woven through my novel into a tidy bow. Real life isn't like that. Fiction shouldn't be either. But which to grab?

Today, I'm on the romantic fiction playground. There is a long history of rules laid forth by the women and men who've played here before me. It's a delicious confection of happily ever after where kites soar in optimistic skies. It is a gift of hope and the staggering power of love to a reader who, in the face of extreme personal challenges, needs something to believe in. One last scene to cinch the bows, finished.

Tomorrow, I step off the playgound for another less structured, less defined place where rules are meant to be broken and all is not what it seems. Where some strings slip away and we're left to make sense of our own lives and perceptions.

I don't know which final scene will remain. It will be up to those far more versed in the market. Maybe some day, grist for fan trivia (one can only hope).

Tomorrow: The End

4 comments:

Charles Gramlich said...

Time is a many "splintered" thing.

Rick said...

Charles, that was so well said!

Rick said...

"Tomorrow, I step off the playgound for another less structured, less defined place where rules are meant to be broken and all is not what it seems."

By the way, that also was well said. Can you elaborate on it a bit for me, though?

L.A. Mitchell said...

Rick...my novels, though they have a strong love story running through it, fall outside the traditional romance genre. One of my very favorite people on earth calls this one a "Hitchcock romance" a perfect term for a market label that doesn't exist. I'm hoping it'll find a home in mainstream, where authors have more flexibility, but I know it's competitive.