astronomy, a part of me, you're like a star to me
Wordcount: 86,820
Pages: 270.
Argh, jesus. I don't know whether to be jubilant or terrified. Damned plot nearly got away from me! Whole damned novel nearly leapt out of my hands and went racing ahead while I stared in horror and tried to figure out if I was panicking prematurely or panicking with good reason. So I followed it for a little while, finished the scene.
Then listened to that sense of freezing wrongness and went back to do deletions. Suddenly whammo. Realised how one crucial piece of information could be withheld from Arushka until the time when it will prove the most colossal awful visual as well as tragic impact. That would be the big turning midpoint about twenty thousand words from now. (Prolly.) Talk about a scream of silent happiness moment.
Really, writers are evil.
Also, I think I may have plagiarised Alien. Aliens, specifically. But then maybe that works in terms of the whole Sigourney Weaver strong female thread running through this novel?
But yeah, kinda shocked at my own diabolical nature. But it'll be good for you, Arushka! I promise! I will not shaft you like Emma Thompson shafted Will Ferrell for most of Stranger Than Fiction. I swear!
Time to go back to the State Library, I think. Enough with the oh so exciting break, we must now return to scheduled programming.
Expect renewed screams about the frustrations of research.
Pages: 270.
Argh, jesus. I don't know whether to be jubilant or terrified. Damned plot nearly got away from me! Whole damned novel nearly leapt out of my hands and went racing ahead while I stared in horror and tried to figure out if I was panicking prematurely or panicking with good reason. So I followed it for a little while, finished the scene.
Then listened to that sense of freezing wrongness and went back to do deletions. Suddenly whammo. Realised how one crucial piece of information could be withheld from Arushka until the time when it will prove the most colossal awful visual as well as tragic impact. That would be the big turning midpoint about twenty thousand words from now. (Prolly.) Talk about a scream of silent happiness moment.
Really, writers are evil.
Also, I think I may have plagiarised Alien. Aliens, specifically. But then maybe that works in terms of the whole Sigourney Weaver strong female thread running through this novel?
But yeah, kinda shocked at my own diabolical nature. But it'll be good for you, Arushka! I promise! I will not shaft you like Emma Thompson shafted Will Ferrell for most of Stranger Than Fiction. I swear!
Time to go back to the State Library, I think. Enough with the oh so exciting break, we must now return to scheduled programming.
Expect renewed screams about the frustrations of research.