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Sep. 16th, 2009 12:47 amAnd to follow the analogy from yesterday, S and T fell into place, respectively last night while I was trying to sleep (and half convinced I was going to give myself nightmares) and at work today (Thank god stuffing envelopes is mindless, though I was wondering what my coworkers would think if I had a total freak-out at my desk.) Short version, I thought I was nasty to this character *before*.
But that still left "WTF is the scene that connects these to the stuff I've written already?" and voila, solution appeared along the walk home. That makes A through Z at least in outline. I now know where I'm going in this story again, and it looks both terrible and wonderful. (This is the problem with characters doing things that mean that virtually the entire last draft of the entire last third is *invalid*. This is also the triumph thereof.) I am officially taking myself off "Going back and editing sh**" until all this is written out. And can you tell my characters have been swearing more as things get stickier?
So naturally, we spent our evening going to dinner with some friends and helping them to buy and cart home two very charming bunnies (to which I suspect I have a mild allergy, as I do to dogs and, er, cats. Not that it will stop us visiting.)
And when I got home, I did more unrelated reading than writing. Partly because it felt like I needed the time to let these newly formed ideas settle, partly because the thing being read was interesting, but mostly because I HURT. I have a decided knot keeping my left neck from being wholly friendly, and the right shoulder got overworked on the Wii. But I got enough notes down not to lose my story-related connective tissue, and I have muscle relaxants in me (And shall soon take allergy meds, per the bunnies above) and I have a physio appointment tomorrow for the shoulder. All may yet be very well.
Time to sleep.
But that still left "WTF is the scene that connects these to the stuff I've written already?" and voila, solution appeared along the walk home. That makes A through Z at least in outline. I now know where I'm going in this story again, and it looks both terrible and wonderful. (This is the problem with characters doing things that mean that virtually the entire last draft of the entire last third is *invalid*. This is also the triumph thereof.) I am officially taking myself off "Going back and editing sh**" until all this is written out. And can you tell my characters have been swearing more as things get stickier?
So naturally, we spent our evening going to dinner with some friends and helping them to buy and cart home two very charming bunnies (to which I suspect I have a mild allergy, as I do to dogs and, er, cats. Not that it will stop us visiting.)
And when I got home, I did more unrelated reading than writing. Partly because it felt like I needed the time to let these newly formed ideas settle, partly because the thing being read was interesting, but mostly because I HURT. I have a decided knot keeping my left neck from being wholly friendly, and the right shoulder got overworked on the Wii. But I got enough notes down not to lose my story-related connective tissue, and I have muscle relaxants in me (And shall soon take allergy meds, per the bunnies above) and I have a physio appointment tomorrow for the shoulder. All may yet be very well.
Time to sleep.
