Saturday did not work out quite as planned. I had intended to use the afternoon to do some writing, but then my Significant Other (or Sigoth) needed help with a Genuinely Very Important Thing, and I didn’t get to my keyboard until it was time for Structly.
Friends, the story fought me all the way. I wrote, but it was not worth the kinetic energy of the key presses. Really. I cringe as I read it today. I have learned my lesson: Craig Revell Horwood, much as I love him, does not enhance my ability to write. In fact he’s a Disaster.
However, it did lead me a little closer to the next thing that needs to happen and where I have to go to fix some plot issues. So that’s all good.
For once I was snuggled under the Blanket of Inspiration listening to Sigoth coughing for England (again – poor Sigoth), I realised that I had the perfect device already in the story, and just needed to link it up. Well, that’s how it seemed to me in the all-encompassing cosiness. We’ll see how it looks in the cold light of day when I sit down after lunch.
Here are my stats: written 2768, total 16795
It is a birthing process, and I am slightly incredulous. Did I really come up with this? I’m seeing it as a film, so it’s very dialogue heavy, but I feel like if I can write the script, I can add the scene directions later in terms of descriptive passages. Certainly when I try to do that, as I have done (I’m not writing in order) it works quite well because I can picture where people are and what it’s like. There’s lots of weather – but hey, I’m British.
Sorry this is so stream-of-consciousness. It’s early on Sunday and I have to move some packing boxes. And the frost outside is so pretty!
Good luck with your endeavours.