The 13% Solution

Just supposing you might be interested in a Writer’s problems:

In reading this Post, por favor ref. my earlier Post titled “Bleep” - where I bemoan the plight of my novel titled MOTHERSHIP - which I exaggeratingly said is 87% done. I’m in the bind I’m in because people said, “You really oughtta.”(write a pre-quel to LOSTINE)

I skipped one of these Post beats a couple of weeks ago, because, without a sandwich or water, I started into yet another attempt to finish MOTHERSHIP.

The problem I have had w/Lostine’s pre-quel is that I seemed to have two separate stories going - two separate action-packed venues and I wasn’t getting just a huge charge out of the way I had tried to connect the “bicuspid” thing together.

In fact, I found out, too, that I wasn’t as pumped about my over-all ending as I remembered I was. The motivations for my characters didn’t seem to be as molten as I knew I needed(seriously, I live in the shadow of LOSTINE. How does a kid function when he gets an A in his first test and he never really did any homework and he wasn’t paying attention all his life anyhow?).

So I’ve got about 75K words written on MOTHERSHIP and I flat LOVE 60K of it and can’t “file it”.

What can I do?

Seems like, in my past, in reading some arcane, self-help article for desperate writers, I heard somebody say that when M/S dissatisfaction descends, one might check back with other actors in one’s Flat-as-Kansas scenes who were not allowed(by bad writing) to speak.

Letting a single muffled character talk in MOTHERSHIP will mean re-writing my last 7-8 chapters. My transformative angel is my “Training Wheel Mother” - a girl the narrator calls Pig Tail. She will get me “through the night.” Pig Tail is part of “Them” - the narrator’s enemy faction from across the gulley. But Pig Tail has a mind of her own. I can feel that in the final hours of the story, my narrator is losing resolve. Pig Tail’s voice will cause him to be somebody. I can see it coming. Just my kina thing.

Is it a play on words to say “I will keep you Posted”?

Joe Smolen

Joe C. Smolen, AKA L.W. Smolen is an Oregon Coast writer of insufficiently exaggerated notoriety. Never having been arrested, he lives with his wife Sherrie and the ghost of their black, Standard Poodle Rico Suave in a really pretty good, Prairie Style house they built themselves. Since the Literary Magazine Fleas on the Dog of Kitchener, Ontario has permanently stopped accepting submissions, in order to read L.W. Smolen’s 2021 short fiction, A Real Guy, you are referred to joecsmolen.com. Some of L.W’s other, subsequent short fictions are archived at Olive Tree Review, Ginosko, Cardinal Sins Journal, Wrath Bearing Tree, Wilderness House and etc. Kirkus reviews once interpreted his work favorably.

https://joecsmolen.com
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