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Esther Ramblings


     Life.

     It gets busy, doesn't it?

     The amount of things I've taken onto my plate plus the amount of things that I WANT to take onto my plate is overwhelming and daunting to say the least.  I've been forced to drop a couple things to the side. One of them is the writing Facebook groups. Another is the editing and expanding of Blood of Beauty.

     I can't say that I've abandoned the story entirely. I say down one night and ended up staring at the page for several minutes before closing it. It's not ready -- it needs to simmer. And I've been thinking on it in the back of my mind.

     No one has ever asked me to make a story longer. Ever since I was little, the constant question was, "How long is this going to be, Esther? Can you make it a little shorter? Just get to the point?"
      So, now I'm going to make something longer, and I want to do it without skewing the balance of the story.
     I have seven dwarves with personalities that can be further explained. But I don't want them to take over the story. Which means I need to balance the addition of their story by adding more of Moriah's story. But I don't need to add useless details about Moriah and pointless filler scenes that could be left out.
     So I'm trying to roll the story as a whole in my head so I can picture how to round it out without changing it's shape entirely.
    I can also add words (and this might be easier) by fleshing out my current scenes, asking descriptions, expanding dialogue. This is going to be fun actually.

     So tell me, have you ever had to make a story longer? How did you do it? And what pitfalls did you have to avoid?
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  1. Skye HoffertApril 19, 2018 at 11:10 AM

    It does! I'm so excited that you plan on expanding your story. Eeep!
    Such a lovely story, and your going to add to it! I wish I had some tips, but I have yet to add more to a story yet.

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