Mars v Venus

It’s a shame they made the movie My Super Ex-Girlfriend.

Why? Because I had a similar idea quite a while ago. Around 2002, after the stuff with my own ex had largely taken place. I wrote some stuff but I couldn’t get the tone right. Mine was called “Your Vengeful Ex-Girlfriend Saves The Day”. In my version, the superhero Vengeful Ex-Girlfriend went around taking revenge for wronged women, not just against her own ex. Because she did have one, and he was a superhero as well.

I’m sorry I never got the tone right and wrote the whole thing.

I’m even more sorry because, much as I’d like to, I won’t be able to use it in World Seven, my short stories world at the end of the septology. I’m sure I’d be accused of plagarism. I’d still like to write it though! Before seeing the movie, obviously.

If I can get the tone right!

Spizzenergi

Ho-hum.

I really want to crack on with my World Two second draft but I don’t really know yet what I want to change about it, what needs bringing forward. I need to wrote some complete new chapters, I think, I need to bring Etheen forward a bit. She’s hiding in the background too much. Maybe I need some police or something sniffing around. Maybe I need to bring a nosy policeman in. Maybe that’s part of what I need to do!!

Whilst we’re on the subject; I don’t think I’ll do Nanowrimo this year. World Two is too important in the scheme of things, I really need to press on with it and it’s not a legitimate Nano project. I wish I’d been ready to thrash out World Three, but I think it would probably be silly to start it just yet, with World Two in need of a second draft.

I sometimes wonder if I’ll ever get an agent. I think I’m possibly too esoteric for most money-hungry literary agents’ tastes. *sigh*

Such be!

Written On My Soul

Looking back, I guess I was always gonna write World Two.

I got a good first draft out of myself, the basis for a better draft two about life in a country town, about community, about the minutia of daily life out here in the sticks. And I lately seem to have unlocked a key texture to my second draft.

Not only people, but places.

Corners of my home village that I hold dear, that give me specific moods. I need to stand on the bridge by the Mill Pool and write about the nettles on the bank and swans on Chad Brook below and Edmund Blunden. I need to write about the iron post on the corner of Liston Lane. I need to write more about the allotments down by the river. And the Hall Street Cherubs. I don’t remember what house they live on, but I need to go and find them again. I need to know what they’ve seen.

I was always gonna write it; I just didn’t know how, until now.