Morning walk before the rain
I’m continuing with the exercises in The Emotional Craft of Fiction (and still loving it). Another thing I’m doing with this story is weaving in (or trying to) a story within the story.
I love books that have stories within the main story. I sort of did this with The Fine Art of Holding Your Breath, with the journal that the main character’s mother writes.
This time, I’m looking at a journal, some letters, and possibly some other documents, and the mystery of that will unfold into the overall mystery of the first couple of books (at least) in the series.
Well, in theory. Mind you, I’m still at the let’s see if I can do this phase.
So in addition to the work I’m doing with the exercises, I’ve been doing some research into World War I (or rather, more research, since I’ve read a fair amount already) and looking at how I’ll structure that story.
This also means I’ll have three points of view to handle (at least): the journal writer, the letter writer, and, of course, Poppy, the main character.
If nothing else, this gives me plenty to think about on long morning walks.
Writing Wrongs 
Love in when the story in the story is so absorbing, you almost forget the parent novel, such as Atwood’s The Blind Assassin, or those that go into a deeper labyrinth.
Oh, I love The Blind Assassin. I really must reread it soon. Thanks for stopping by.