{errata}

So, I’ve been meditating on the differences between a series and a sequel — one is just a bit more open-ended, and requires a different pitch. One doesn’t write a synopsis for a novel series, but more of a proposal, with a bit of summary thrown in, so that your editor can see the high points and multiplicity of plots your characters can choose from, and where your storyline might go. With a sequel, you’re slightly tied to the original single, in that you have to make sure that whatever you write supports the first story, and ties up the loose ends you’ve left there to produce a satisfying, two-volume whole. The series option allows you to begin new story arcs which still have the ties to the original single, and must duplicate personality traits, etc., so that they hang together, but they’re not dependent upon the original and can be more episodic. At least, that’s my observation.

Suffice it to say that I don’t know quite what I’m doing, or even if I should be doing this — maybe I could just finish with the one novel before I have ideas of where it could go on next? — but the problem with that is that there are details in this novel which, previously, would have added up to an 800 page tome. As I revise — sharply cutting, there are big swathes of history and politics in this universe which are ending up on the cutting room floor. There’s a lot of story left in this story, but where to put it?

Sometimes, those stories just aren’t ever told. And, maybe that’s okay.

Meanwhile, I’m noodling through the issue of how to write this pitch, and checking Teh Internets (TM) to see what our collective wisdom – or lack of it – can provide, and I see this in the very small print of Absolute Write:

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How is it that they managed to capture most of my high school babysitting experiences in just one sentence?

Right. Back to revising this science fiction novel, so that I can prove to myself I can actually complete one …never mind what its sequels and series potential might be.

{poetry now: The Phoneix Again}

THE PHOENIX AGAIN

On the ashes of this nest
Love wove with deathly fire
The phoenix takes its rest
Forgetting all desire.

After the flame, a pause,
After the pain, rebirth.
Obeying nature’s laws
The phoenix goes to earth.

You cannot call it old
You cannot call it young.
No phoenix can be told,
This is the end of the song.

It struggles now alone
Against death and self-doubt,
But underneath the bone
The wings are pushing out.

And one cold starry night
Whatever your belief
The phoenix will take flight
Over the seas of grief

To sing her thrilling song
To stars and waves and sky
For neither old nor young
The phoenix does not die.

(originally published in THE SILENCE NOW, by May Sarton, 1988)

This poem is for my friend L. today.