Yep, yep! I'm writing again. I'm curious if I'll be accepted for publishing but even if I don't, the most important thing is that I'm writing again, and thanks goes for the extra shove of the second edition of the YWS Literary Journal. The Journal has become my newfound driving force to keep my motivated.
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So, I bet you're wondering what I'm working on and why I've claimed my new project involved, yes? Well, of course, the story is Historical Fiction. That's a no brainer but the mangitude of this event I've chosen, there's so much involved.
The title keeps changing so for the moment, I'm keeping it as "Cowbells" until I finished the general layout of the storyline. I'm now toying with the idea of keeping the title just "Bells," because the symbolism of them keeping resurfacing. They have been this writer's constant reminder; the bells remind me of the absolute, charged nature of what I'm breathing life back into. They ring, rallying, uniting the people, which have established their own mini army of sorts against a lone soldier at his post. The bells also have been used to antagonize the said soldier who stood outside the Customs House in the cool, winter month - March 5th. So yes, bells have become important -- which was an element I had not planned. It was the characters'.
If you haven't guessed, the story is about the Boston Massacre. As it has turned out, I actually have no main character -- which is odd -- but something that again my characters have decided for me. At first, I wanted to work in the First Person, my preferred method, and Thomas Preston would have been my main character but as I began, my POV ended up in the Third Person and astoundingly, the narration is not in colonial dialect. For those who have read my work, might be familar that almost all my stories, narration or dialogue, are as if "how they talked in the day." Instead, the narration is modern but only do I see the colonial speech come forth in the character's thoughts or speech; this has been different for me to accept. It almost feels weird too.
Instead, as I began writing and watching the plot unfold, both historically and fictionally, I discovered my desire for this project. Without a main character, it means my reader cannot fully fall in love or grow any sort of attachment to anyone. This of course in most cases, would be a real problem. After much thought, my desire is this: I do not want my reader to just be saavy with the Massacre in terms if information, I want them to truly feel the nature of everything that transpired on a cold, wintery night on King Street. After all, a revolution nearly birthed itself after.
Currently, I'm finishing up with my Highland Scot and then I move directly into Preston's delemma with his man stranded in front of the Customs House.
I believe after the final edit, there will be tremendous amount of changes and all these little tiny details that make the story whole and complete such as the effigies.
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Aside from where I stand in completion, which is a long way off yet, I'm glad I'm not alone, knowledge wise. I spoke to a friend of mine a few days ago. He protrays Capt. John Enys in the Regiment, my Commander, but anyway, he told me if I ever needed help, ask.
"If we're going to do this, it has to be done right."
I spoke to another friend from a different regiment a few days ago. Before he signed off, he wished me luck for whatever absurd detail(s) were to come to mind during these late night, writing sessions.
I hope I don't let them down. LOL! Of course, it's only a joke. I can only do my best and rise above the challege that awaits me.
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