On Whisper

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For the longer, expanded version of Whispers, I decided to go with the singular: Whisper. Chapter 1 is up at fanfiction.net, and I'm working over chapter 2 in my head whenever I get sick of plunging ahead on one of my current writer blocks.

I've had varying responses to the first chapter so far. Someone mentioned I ought to expand but not do every drabble. While that's easier, I find myself identifying with Remy: unable to resist a challenge.

Drabbles to me, that exact 100 words, are always the perfect challenge. No more. No less. Exactly 100 words. Packed with meaning. Packed with images—or even just one. Packed with emotion. Poetry and prose. The right opening, pace, ending. Gotta have meat.

The perfect challenge.

Now, that I'm expanding them and have already walked almost halfway through this story I've been building slowly, 100 words by 100 words, I am loathe really to not fully take the challenge that the expansion poses. It requires me to take what was condensed into a picture and write out the 1000 words it's worth. It means spelling out and intensifying and clarifying all the little pieces and things I was seeing when I wrote with implication and subtlety (there's the poetry aspect for you). It means making a novel out of the poem. 100 stanzas becomes 100 chapters.

To be honest, the perfect challenge.

And yet it's easier too. I don't have to bang my head against the characters and figure out how to walk down a road they're more than happy to take that I have no clue how to write. I've already written it, already been down it. So it was a whole lot easier to unravel my little woven strands in Whispers (#1) and make it Whisper (#1) than it's been to learn how to flirt or be funny where I'm normally not (All's Fair) or how to lose some of the introspection that I'm bogging down in in Son o' de Guild. It's a nice break.

But I have to end these little ruminations and get cracking on laundry and household chores. :sighs:

Bye.