fifty strings of yarn and glue
Quietly happy with the scene I wrote today.
Even though it went much longer than I expected. I thought it would be just a little prelude but nooo, Sean wanted much more time spent on it and I got all fascinated by how the language could be worked so the usual thing happened that's been happening all the way through this novel and what should have been at most two pages turned into ten pages.
So of course the flipside of my pleasure and sense of accomplishment is the niggling worry of "Too much detail, is boring, is too much, is --- shut the fuck up and cut it down!" But pfah. That can happen later. Right now I want to write the version that feels right. Then somebody else --- like the Manuscript Appraisal Agency --- can tell me, "You don't need this, you don't need this, you don't need this, strike that, strike this and voila, a streamlined fabulous narrative that people will actually want to buy!"
Mind you, I'm working really damned hard to ensure every scene is necessary, every scene moves the plot and characters forward somehow. High hopes, m'darling. Rabid ambition. Pfah! *flaps hand*
Write. Just write.
Tomorrow. No pressure. But tomorrow. We will be done with this day, Sean! Tomorrow!
I'm completely besotted with this song. To the point where this and Wedding are the only songs I keep playing and replaying and replaying on this album. Funny how it always takes me a little while to warm up to Marissa and then suddenly she's the only thing I want to hear. The melody and pace of this is just gorgeous, so beautifully measured. I was thinking this evening as I walked home from the shops, listening to this album, how very much I love her melodic sensibility, how it totally satisfies my need for interesting and yet classic.
And then I came home and checked my mailbox and there was the actual CD sent all the way from Marissa's own hands, her signature on the envelope and everything. I was all 'Aaaaawwww, I didn't realise she did it herself ...'
Such a precious talented girl.
Oh, ah.
Wordcount: 127,927
Pages: 407.
Yes, we have now crossed the 400 page mark. In another twenty thousand words, this will officially be longer than Arushka. But, as I say and say again, I can see the end of this much closer than Arushka and it's spurring me on, a pleasing sort of momentum absorbing all my thoughts and energy.
Good productive living, yo. And now to sleep!
Even though it went much longer than I expected. I thought it would be just a little prelude but nooo, Sean wanted much more time spent on it and I got all fascinated by how the language could be worked so the usual thing happened that's been happening all the way through this novel and what should have been at most two pages turned into ten pages.
So of course the flipside of my pleasure and sense of accomplishment is the niggling worry of "Too much detail, is boring, is too much, is --- shut the fuck up and cut it down!" But pfah. That can happen later. Right now I want to write the version that feels right. Then somebody else --- like the Manuscript Appraisal Agency --- can tell me, "You don't need this, you don't need this, you don't need this, strike that, strike this and voila, a streamlined fabulous narrative that people will actually want to buy!"
Mind you, I'm working really damned hard to ensure every scene is necessary, every scene moves the plot and characters forward somehow. High hopes, m'darling. Rabid ambition. Pfah! *flaps hand*
Write. Just write.
Tomorrow. No pressure. But tomorrow. We will be done with this day, Sean! Tomorrow!
I'm completely besotted with this song. To the point where this and Wedding are the only songs I keep playing and replaying and replaying on this album. Funny how it always takes me a little while to warm up to Marissa and then suddenly she's the only thing I want to hear. The melody and pace of this is just gorgeous, so beautifully measured. I was thinking this evening as I walked home from the shops, listening to this album, how very much I love her melodic sensibility, how it totally satisfies my need for interesting and yet classic.
And then I came home and checked my mailbox and there was the actual CD sent all the way from Marissa's own hands, her signature on the envelope and everything. I was all 'Aaaaawwww, I didn't realise she did it herself ...'
Such a precious talented girl.
Oh, ah.
Wordcount: 127,927
Pages: 407.
Yes, we have now crossed the 400 page mark. In another twenty thousand words, this will officially be longer than Arushka. But, as I say and say again, I can see the end of this much closer than Arushka and it's spurring me on, a pleasing sort of momentum absorbing all my thoughts and energy.
Good productive living, yo. And now to sleep!