Late night writing session.
Yesterday, I:
1. Cleaned up our construction site a bit.
2. Finished prepping for paint (I swear, white plaster on white walls with basically spot lighting, I kept finding spots I missed while sanding).
3. Painted (2 coats back-to-back, looks fantastic, very warm and dramatic, something about the color of coffee with cream).
4. Cleaned up from painting (removing tape and what not).
5. Put a coat of sealant on the floor and vanity top.
6. Inhaled more than my fair share of noxious fumes. If I had tried to smoke a cigar at that point, I might have combusted.
During all of that, which admittedly started much later in the day than I wished for it to, I was drinking coffee, finishing my final cup around 7pm.
I am an idiot.
Of course, I couldn't sleep when I tried to go to bed at 9:30pm. I laid there until I heard Chris was asleep, then climbed out of bed, got dressed again and went downstairs intending to write. I hadn't gotten to yesterday but had a big addition brewing and my fingers were practically itching to cut loose on the keyboard. Mindless things like painting give you lots of time to process your story. Also, when Chris had my laptop the other day to draw up a deck in Google SketchUp, I spent some time with a journal scribbling down some changes to the early parts in the story, in an attempt to move away from the endings that I had been fixated on lately.
I've made Aedan and Nadine's first meeting less cliche and repetitive by having it be nothing like the dream she has about it before meeting him (before, the dream was basically a premonition). In fact, all this makes almost too much sense for it to turn on it's head later. But I want that contrast: normal, boring life shielded from the really horrible and amazing paranormal things that allegedly go on outside of the collective human consciousness. That little change has set forth a chain reaction of changes that will continue on through until about Chapter 10, I think. After my efforts this week, I think I've got Chapter 2 drafted, but it's still in the outline. I still feel so much more comfortable there. Especially since big cuts are being made and things are being shifted around right now. I'd never be able to do this in the draft. Once I get back to the draft, I kind of just want to keep writing from beginning to end and not look back until it's done or to fix continuity if things change like this where necessary.
Also, I love it when things I've been vaguely concerned about coming up with just have a way of working themselves out once I get there. I was mostly concerned with making sure the daughter gets adequate development, since she'll be making radical changes through the series (both in growing up and in the fact that she's "the key").
All that said, by the time I was sufficiently sleepy and seeing things (likely under the influence of my subject matter and writing in a dark room in the middle of the night), I headed to bed at about 2:15am having written 2745+ words in about 2 hours. Guess I had something to say. ;) That stint wrapped up Chapter 2 and worked its way into the beginning of Chapter 3 and short notes to reflect associated changes to Chapters 4-6 and overall extending book one by a chapter (for a total of 22). I feel like I'm building my base here. Very important stuff for carrying the rest of the story.
Some stats, shall we? I won't even mess with draft numbers, since we all know that's not been touched.
1246 words on Monday morning and 2745 last night plus some random additions and subtractions here or there bring us to:
31,187 words on 41 pages in the outline.
If I could move along like this on a topic that wouldn't require multiple volumes to play out properly, I could totally do NaNoWriMo (and I've got a few of those brewing, a new one hit yesterday while I was painting and I have it down in my "novelideas" file).
I loved this and so I've swiped it from beenabutterfly's journal. The list itself is poetry. I ALWAYS practice #3, unless the backyard counts as "outside the house". ;)
A list written by Jack Kerouac of his writing tips:
1. Scribbled secret notebooks, and wild typewritten pages, for your own joy
2. Submissive to everything, open, listening
3. Try never get drunk outside your own house
4. Be in love with your life
5. Something that you feel will find its own form
6. Be crazy dumbsaint of the mind
7. Blow as deep as you want to blow
8. Write what you want bottomless from bottom of the mind
9. The unspeakable visions of the individual
10. No time for poetry but exactly what is
11. Visionary tics shivering in the chest
12. In tranced fixation dreaming upon object before you
13. Remove literary, grammatical and syntactical inhibition
14. Like Proust be an old teahead of time
15. Telling the true story of the world in interior monolog
16. The jewel center of interest is the eye within the eye
17. Write in recollection and amazement for yourself
18. Work from pithy middle eye out, swimming in language sea
19. Accept loss forever
20. Believe in the holy contour of life
21. Struggle to sketch the flow that already exists intact in mind
22. Don't think of words when you stop but to see picture better
23. Keep track of every day the date emblazoned in your morning
24. No fear or shame in the dignity of your experience, language & knowledge
25. Write for the world to read and see your exact pictures of it
26. Bookmovie is the movie in words, the visual American form
27. In praise of Character in the Bleak inhuman Loneliness
28. Composing wild, undisciplined, pure, coming in from under, crazier the better
29. You're a Genius all the time
30. Writer-Director of Earthly movies Sponsored & Angeled in Heaven
1. Cleaned up our construction site a bit.
2. Finished prepping for paint (I swear, white plaster on white walls with basically spot lighting, I kept finding spots I missed while sanding).
3. Painted (2 coats back-to-back, looks fantastic, very warm and dramatic, something about the color of coffee with cream).
4. Cleaned up from painting (removing tape and what not).
5. Put a coat of sealant on the floor and vanity top.
6. Inhaled more than my fair share of noxious fumes. If I had tried to smoke a cigar at that point, I might have combusted.
During all of that, which admittedly started much later in the day than I wished for it to, I was drinking coffee, finishing my final cup around 7pm.
I am an idiot.
Of course, I couldn't sleep when I tried to go to bed at 9:30pm. I laid there until I heard Chris was asleep, then climbed out of bed, got dressed again and went downstairs intending to write. I hadn't gotten to yesterday but had a big addition brewing and my fingers were practically itching to cut loose on the keyboard. Mindless things like painting give you lots of time to process your story. Also, when Chris had my laptop the other day to draw up a deck in Google SketchUp, I spent some time with a journal scribbling down some changes to the early parts in the story, in an attempt to move away from the endings that I had been fixated on lately.
I've made Aedan and Nadine's first meeting less cliche and repetitive by having it be nothing like the dream she has about it before meeting him (before, the dream was basically a premonition). In fact, all this makes almost too much sense for it to turn on it's head later. But I want that contrast: normal, boring life shielded from the really horrible and amazing paranormal things that allegedly go on outside of the collective human consciousness. That little change has set forth a chain reaction of changes that will continue on through until about Chapter 10, I think. After my efforts this week, I think I've got Chapter 2 drafted, but it's still in the outline. I still feel so much more comfortable there. Especially since big cuts are being made and things are being shifted around right now. I'd never be able to do this in the draft. Once I get back to the draft, I kind of just want to keep writing from beginning to end and not look back until it's done or to fix continuity if things change like this where necessary.
Also, I love it when things I've been vaguely concerned about coming up with just have a way of working themselves out once I get there. I was mostly concerned with making sure the daughter gets adequate development, since she'll be making radical changes through the series (both in growing up and in the fact that she's "the key").
All that said, by the time I was sufficiently sleepy and seeing things (likely under the influence of my subject matter and writing in a dark room in the middle of the night), I headed to bed at about 2:15am having written 2745+ words in about 2 hours. Guess I had something to say. ;) That stint wrapped up Chapter 2 and worked its way into the beginning of Chapter 3 and short notes to reflect associated changes to Chapters 4-6 and overall extending book one by a chapter (for a total of 22). I feel like I'm building my base here. Very important stuff for carrying the rest of the story.
Some stats, shall we? I won't even mess with draft numbers, since we all know that's not been touched.
1246 words on Monday morning and 2745 last night plus some random additions and subtractions here or there bring us to:
31,187 words on 41 pages in the outline.
If I could move along like this on a topic that wouldn't require multiple volumes to play out properly, I could totally do NaNoWriMo (and I've got a few of those brewing, a new one hit yesterday while I was painting and I have it down in my "novelideas" file).
I loved this and so I've swiped it from beenabutterfly's journal. The list itself is poetry. I ALWAYS practice #3, unless the backyard counts as "outside the house". ;)
A list written by Jack Kerouac of his writing tips:
1. Scribbled secret notebooks, and wild typewritten pages, for your own joy
2. Submissive to everything, open, listening
3. Try never get drunk outside your own house
4. Be in love with your life
5. Something that you feel will find its own form
6. Be crazy dumbsaint of the mind
7. Blow as deep as you want to blow
8. Write what you want bottomless from bottom of the mind
9. The unspeakable visions of the individual
10. No time for poetry but exactly what is
11. Visionary tics shivering in the chest
12. In tranced fixation dreaming upon object before you
13. Remove literary, grammatical and syntactical inhibition
14. Like Proust be an old teahead of time
15. Telling the true story of the world in interior monolog
16. The jewel center of interest is the eye within the eye
17. Write in recollection and amazement for yourself
18. Work from pithy middle eye out, swimming in language sea
19. Accept loss forever
20. Believe in the holy contour of life
21. Struggle to sketch the flow that already exists intact in mind
22. Don't think of words when you stop but to see picture better
23. Keep track of every day the date emblazoned in your morning
24. No fear or shame in the dignity of your experience, language & knowledge
25. Write for the world to read and see your exact pictures of it
26. Bookmovie is the movie in words, the visual American form
27. In praise of Character in the Bleak inhuman Loneliness
28. Composing wild, undisciplined, pure, coming in from under, crazier the better
29. You're a Genius all the time
30. Writer-Director of Earthly movies Sponsored & Angeled in Heaven