At the beginning of the month, I sat down and started the first ever Tagalog draft of my story, The Malicious Wind. In the last year, I've been trying to hone my Tagalog skills by reading a lot more in this language. So while I didn't think the translation process would be smooth sailing, I thought I could churn out perhaps a chapter a night of translations.
I know it's only been one week since I released, but I think it's good to let you all know what I'll be up to for the rest of the year. I have been planning my next steps even before the release, so might as well share the plan, right?
I feel like Sano is a good character to discuss right now, because he's the type that can pull through difficult challenges without losing his spirit. He's someone that I personally find inspirational during these uncertain times.
Ah, I am so excited to finally be able to share my novel with you all! It's been a long time coming, but I can finally say that it's officially done.
Before I jump into the meat of this post, let me say that I hope you are all doing okay. Wherever you are, I know there is a lot happening.
I noticed while I was working on my latest draft that I've been disengaging with the writing and reading communities. And I realized that this wasn't a new behaviour either; it's been happening since I started writing my novel. I just wasn't overtly aware of my reactions until now.
I'm only 5 days belated from my goal of finishing this draft by the end of 2019, and I don't think that's bad at all! I even went from 105K words to 93K words, so I am quite proud of myself.
Now that I'm nearing the end of this draft, I'm once again thinking about where in the MG/YA spectrum my story really falls.
When I was still in school, I had a friend who told me of a proverb about two novice potters. One of them spent an entire month making one pot, trying to get it to be as beautiful as he could. The other one spent one day each month making a different pot, with improvements on the one he made the previous day. In the end, on that final day, both their pots were just as beautiful as each other's. However, one of them had only a single pot, while the other had thirty.
It's a little strange to sit down and decide, "Yes, it's time to talk about a character," because a part of me feels like it's still premature. Although my story had already gone through multiple drafts, sometimes I feel like I'm still at that early stage where at any moment, my story can crumble to pieces, and I'd have to make yet another major revision.