I have been working on this novel with the philosophy of “Don’t Go Back”. Really, I just mean, make notes for the second draft rather than going back and editing stuff that’s already been written in the first draft as I go along. The goal is to get all the way through the rough draft at least once before I go back and start editing things. It is *so* hard for me to do! (Particularly since things that have evolved as the story has progressed make some of the stuff that is already written ALL WRONG.)
Thing is, I can get so caught up in the write, go back and edit, write a little more, go back and edit … that I wind up re-writing the first few chapters way more times than necessary … and get burned out on the story before I ever commit the whole thing to the page. SO … Don’t Go Back.
However, I have decided that I need to change where the book begins. I am not changing, editing, or deleting anything that has already been written, I just think that there needs to be another chapter before the one that is presently the beginning. So, the question is, if I write that chapter now, does that count as going back? I decided that I need the chapter as I was working out the contents of the next chapter I am due to work on according to my outline. Instead of that chapter, I started composing this groundwork chapter in my head, and realized that it should really be the beginning of the book.
I am going to go ahead and write it going on the second premise I’ve been using which is basically, “Write Something.” There have been a few times when I just simply haven’t been in the right head space to write the thing that is supposed to be coming next. There have also been a few times when I have just had these … vignettes … pop into my head that had no actual place in the story but were things that I couldn’t shake loose. Hence, 7200 words of back-story with no specific place in the manuscript (yet). It has worked out alright so far, and several of those vignettes have later found their place in the actual flow of the story.
It isn’t really going back because I am producing something new, right? Not editing or reworking or getting side-tracked …
I hope. Also, I feel like I *need* to write this. It has it’s emotional source in the terrible nightmare that woke me up this weekend. Clearly my muse has something She wants me to say.
I have been … slacking. It’s been a strange year in my brain.
Tonight, however, I FINISHED the outline for the novel I have been less-than-diligently working on for the last many months. I have first drafts of about half of the chapters complete, have made some semi-detailed revision notes along the way. As of tonight I also have detailed draft notes for the still to be written chapters and some pretty good character notes.
It isn’t much, but I am feeling pretty durned good about it at the moment.
Feels like I’ve worked up a head of steam and am making some serious progress again.
We’ll see how that goes in the weeks ahead.
Things have been a bit slow going for me coming out of the Mothers Day weekend. I have no word count to speak of for nearly five days now. *frown* So not okay.
Tucking this link here of a blog post I haven’t read yet, but want to remember to get back to.
Last week I felt like Wednesday was Monday … this week it is only Tuesday and I feel like it ought to be Thursday or even Friday … but it is only Tuesday! I feel like back when I was a kid in school and I would play with time-travel and the clock on the classroom wall. I got really good at stretching five minutes out to a whole hour, as I think most kids do.
Interestingly I also got pretty good at doing the opposite, making an hour feel like five minutes – and doing it deliberately. I felt quite powerful in my time manipulation abilities, when I was 7. I suppose that I still have that secret super power ability somewhere inside me, but I am mighty rusty and it no longer answers on demand.
I guess I will just have to resolve myself to muddling through this week feeling like the going is slow.
Also, I had an awesome conversation with my husband on Saturday. We went for a bike ride and then out to lunch. It was a nice excursion, and opportunity for the two of us to spend some time together. (Read, the teenagers were off being teenagers!)
Our table was near a large party – 4 or 5 mom’s and a whole slough of kids ranging in age from infant to maybe 6 or 7 at the most. We wound up inadvertently eaves-dropping on their rather loud and boisterous conversations. One mom shared a great anecdote about a virtual pet. Apparently there is a Kinect game that uses your living-room for the virtual pet to interact with/in. One particularly naughty pet decided to pee on the kid’s brother.
We couldn’t help but laugh and My husband and I agreed that if our kids had the game at that age they most likely would have been *trying* to get their virtual pets to behave that way.
In any case, we struck up our own conversation, tending towards some more adult content. We were, however, mindful of the small children nearby. We wound up making up euphemisms and analogies and much of what we talked about was in a sort of innocuous sounding code. I found it quite amusing. I have decided that I am going to incorporate that conversation into the book I am presently working on.
We will see if it makes the cut. 🙂