Writing Wrongs

April 21, 2005

So who wouldn’t want a star on the Hollywood walk of fame? And you don’t even have to be Ryan Seacrest and possess a spare $15,000 to get one (and maybe we should thank the supreme being of our choice for that).

Clearly this is as close as I’m going to get. Click here to get your very own star.

So when I asked Andrew how the testing went, he said, “I didn’t try, Mommy.” After my minor heart attack, he added, “It was easy. I didn’t have to try.” (Oh, now I get it. More thanking of supreme beings here.)

Unfortunately, divine intervention is not forthcoming with The Boys’ Club. Why is this book so hard to write? I think it really is three “books.” The story revolves around three very distinct chunks of time (chunks o’ time--obviously one of those writing craft terms). My big fear? It will rival Gone with the Wind for page count. And I’m filtering the entire story through Kit’s point of view. How can this be? Do I really have that much to say?

I’ve been circling it lately--sort of like a jackal or vulture. I came up with a really neat moral dilemma for Kit, then I had to backtrack and pump up the motivation for her eventual choice, since I suspect it won’t be popular with some people, although it reflects the military as I knew it. It’s one of those times when doing the “right” thing will end up causing more harm than good.

So I’m saying it now, once and for all. I’m going to start where I left off at the beginning and charge through the first book. After all, what do I have to lose?

I already have my star on the Hollywood walk of fame.

Charity Tahmaseb wrote at 12:00 p.m.