Okay, it’s true. I
lost the dog. I was somewhere on page 350 and suddenly realized- where is Ralph?
The last time I saw him was at the castle. Now that we are on the streets of
Cairo, the dog is nowhere to be found.
Luckily, we are in
the modern era and I was able to search the manuscript and find Ralph. I
brought him home- though I would have gladly offered a search reward if I had
been facing a perusal of ink-stained pages instead.
Has anyone
misplaced a character before? It is amazing how lost one can get in one’s own
book. I remember, during the The Ravens
of Solemano editing era, while waiting for my editor to send his usual litany
of detailed and ever-helpful comments, I was sent a brief email that asked if I
wanted to choose a birthday or simply have a character celebrate two birthdays
in a period of four months. Oops.
I think of books
I’ve read in which a character simply disappears and never returns. Poor
character, lost in the ether with no conclusion to bring her home. Going back through great swaths of text can
sometimes be more of a challenge than putting up mental signs for a lost
dog. I can search ‘Ralph’ or ‘dog’ and
find him. But when there is an event that must be followed by another, it gets
trickier and more challenging. When a search must be initiated Instead of
whistling through pages, it is more like being a detective trying to discern
who and what happened when and how. Searching requires finesse and wits, which,
for me, can be a challenge to find, as well. How many hours have you spent
trying to get the words right to Google a book or a film or a quotation or an
event or country? The search request must done over and over until you get the
wording right to call forth the information needed.
Marissa Burt’s super-awesomely helpful post, “Thoughts on Scrivener,” Monday, April 27,2015 (read it, if you have not already)
struck home for me. I am surrounded by little pieces of paper with notes I can
barely read, but which are desperately necessary to retain some modicum of
attention to names and places, times and events. To remember who went where and
when, I now have birthdays, names, histories, and spots of time on notes to
myself. I plan someday to follow Marissa’s lead and move into the 21st
century with virtual Post Its, but until then, I have paper to keep me on the
straight and narrow.
So, with the dog safely back in the arms of his boy, I am ready to send the
first draft of the third book in the Young
Inventors Guild trilogy to my editor- though pressing the ‘send’ button is
something I feel like offering a reward for someone else to do.










