Still hitting the wall with this piece. Cornelius is adrift. Everybody knows what they're doing but him which is giving the story no direction at all. Si-fi/ fantasy is a genre I grew up with and love. I have dabbled in it a few times with stories i think are okay, which is why i'm finding it confusing as to why it's so difficult writing this one. I know what i want,. I see it, I even know how it ends. I just cant seem to make my fingers write the damn thing.
I have stared at these fifty pages for a week or so and have come to the conclusion that I'm trying to stretch a short story into a novel. I have an overarching plan for the characters but it has to be told in pieces. Stretching it into a novel feels like filler, with great swaths of dull, boring, passages that nobody, especially me, wants to read. it has to be leaner with more depth, not just prettily painted pictures of ships in space.
Cornelius also needs a real purpose. He is as adrift in his life as he is in space at this point.This drifting along could, but isn't, making for an interesting character. He's got to want something!
Thinking on the re-write i have a new mantra. I am forever talking with my friend Jason, about the clock, how time is running, always. I approach all projects now like they are legacy pieces. I ask myself is this what you want to leave behind, What you want people to read that represents you.
On to the next re-write, head down, determined.
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