Should I, or shouldn’t I?
Now that I’ve begun in earnest to complete the first draft of FACE OF OUR MOTHER, I’m debating the wisdom of updating my readers on the progress. Now, this may seem a small thing, yet not as minuscule as you might imagine.
Some readers crave advance knowledge. Others, like me, don’t want to know what’s ahead. Much of my day is scripted. The morning begins with a list, one third must do, one third should do, and one third could do. And after the thirds are reduced by one or two, or on a disturbingly efficient day, all three, I put away my script. Now, life can begin. Perhaps a nice meal. Some quiet talk. An evening stroll. If I’m lucky, I happen upon deer or elk or a majestic mother moose. And I watch in awe. I’m immersed in that moment of discovery. I’m not manufacturing my life. I’m living in my life. Perfection.
For me, reading a novel is that chance encounter, that loping deer. Sometimes I don’t know the genre. I might not read the title. Not even glance at the cover. Just open, find prologue or first chapter, and read. Of course, rather than mama moose, I often discover her two fuzzy little calves, all gangly and stumbling, yet so very beautiful. Their utter imperfection is the perfection. If I set expectations for a novel, I sometimes miss the obvious. I’m blind to the perfect imperfection of unscripted awe.
Yet, I fully appreciate that for many readers, the craving of advance knowledge is more about foreplay than foreshadow, more sensual than cerebral. They don’t desire revelations of what’s to come. They want the scripted tease, the tantalizing titillations of the liaisons ahead.
So, my current plan is to honor both types of readers, the sensual-scripted and the cerebral-unscripted, and hopefully all readers in between. Every time I blog about FACE OF OUR MOTHER, I’ll title the blog “BOOK REPORT?” And in every “REPORT” I’ll do my very best to smile with my eyes, speak with my hands, and then vanish, leaving behind only desire. I’ll show hints of plot without revelation, character growth without the impetus for that growth, tense situations absent their cause.
So, here’s your chance for input. Who’s for the occasional sneak peek? Who’s against? Please feel free to comment on my plan to honor all readers.
Stream of consciousness quote:
“I do not know which to prefer, the beauty of inflections, or the beauty of innuendos, the blackbird whistling, or just after.”—Wallace Stevens