Monday, August 15, 2011
On Fight Scenes and Death
The hero always overcomes the circumstances, no matter how brutal and mentally damaging it could be.
After all, it's fiction. If it were real life I wouldn't want any part of it.
Some days the words of violence and battle flow like a river after the Spring Thaw.
Today is not one of those days.
The last week my stream has been more like a wash in the desert. Dry and cracking.
I'm two chapters from the end of the first book in my YA series. The same one I thought I'd finished a month ago, only to decide it had ended too abruptly. I guess that's why it's best to put it away for a while and come back to it later.
At the rate I'm going, I'll still be two chapters from the end when the Munchkin turns four..and I turn... well, I'll get older too.
This is unacceptable to me.
I live for the violence--interspersed with happiness, love, and sexual tension--but over all, I look forward to writing the battles.
Power amazes me.
Strength enthralls me.
I blame it on being married to a Marine--my very own Super Hero.
I've never been to a war zone, but I can write a scene like I'd been next to a Marine on the front lines.
Smoke burns my eyes as it blows on the wind, the copper scent of spilled blood clogs my sinuses, and the gritty taste of desert sand fills my mouth. Gunfire rings in my ears, and the weight of my gear drags at my exhausted body.
Adrenaline is the only thing keeping me awake.
So, why then, can I not write the final battle of the book? It's not even a huge battle just the conclusion to the minor problems of the first part of the story.
It should be a cake walk.
Does anyone have any suggestions? I'm open to them.
What do you most enjoy writing? What do you do when the words don't come?