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Yesterday's scorecard: 755 new words, making 43,788 words total.
And by new words I mean NEW words -- a new scene that was not in the previous draft. It's a great scene. And it's going to cause me big problems. Specifically, Plain Kate has figured out in one scene something that she's supposed to be working up to through the whole act. Which means I'm going to have to rethink at least part of the dramatic arc in these next three chapters.
Oh well. I did just say I liked destroying the earilier draft and fixing it better than fine-tuning it. Perhaps I'm just granting my own wish.
No, no, stupid self-doubting writer. It IS a good scene. I like this bit:
The fog bank was still behind them, the watery sunrise turning the top of it pink and yellow. Linay was poling the barge. The light threw his long shadow across the deck. In the centre of the shadow, over his heart, was a patch that fluttered like a hurt bird. The sun broke through it, once in a while, in coins of light.
755 words, by the way is a lot for me. Especially brand new words. I don't know what you people are doing who post word counts of several thousand at a time, but I suspect it's something different than what I'm doing. And I'll have what you're having.
Vivian is out for the afternoon. I miss her already, but maybe I can get some work done.
And by new words I mean NEW words -- a new scene that was not in the previous draft. It's a great scene. And it's going to cause me big problems. Specifically, Plain Kate has figured out in one scene something that she's supposed to be working up to through the whole act. Which means I'm going to have to rethink at least part of the dramatic arc in these next three chapters.
Oh well. I did just say I liked destroying the earilier draft and fixing it better than fine-tuning it. Perhaps I'm just granting my own wish.
No, no, stupid self-doubting writer. It IS a good scene. I like this bit:
The fog bank was still behind them, the watery sunrise turning the top of it pink and yellow. Linay was poling the barge. The light threw his long shadow across the deck. In the centre of the shadow, over his heart, was a patch that fluttered like a hurt bird. The sun broke through it, once in a while, in coins of light.
755 words, by the way is a lot for me. Especially brand new words. I don't know what you people are doing who post word counts of several thousand at a time, but I suspect it's something different than what I'm doing. And I'll have what you're having.
Vivian is out for the afternoon. I miss her already, but maybe I can get some work done.