Go Figure...
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lenora_roseProgress notes for December 28, 2006:
Soldier of the Road
New Words: 1500 or slightly more
Reason for stopping: Reality check.
Tea: pomegranate rooibus.
Music: Blackie and the Rodeo Kings, Let's Frolic, Heather Dale, the Hidden Path.
Darling du jour: In short, he turned into a wolf and ran away.
Can't stop fidgeting: The whole process of working on this, not the Serpent Prince. At least it's the same character and the same voice, and part of me has been itching to jump around a bit rather than writing through everything in order, even though it’s out of character for my writing style.
The problem is, this, being the opening prologue and the start of chapter one, gives a pile of backstory for the prior (unfinished) novel. All at once in a massive early infodump (Or rather, two). And thus sucks. I've railed enough against "frontloading". I'm sure some of it I could integrate, slowly. THAT, not the fact that I'm working on this instead of progressing neatly, is the reality check. I now have to cut apart a chunk of what I wrote so it actually gets somewhere. Grrr.
Soldier of the Road
New Words: 1500 or slightly more
Reason for stopping: Reality check.
Tea: pomegranate rooibus.
Music: Blackie and the Rodeo Kings, Let's Frolic, Heather Dale, the Hidden Path.
Darling du jour: In short, he turned into a wolf and ran away.
Can't stop fidgeting: The whole process of working on this, not the Serpent Prince. At least it's the same character and the same voice, and part of me has been itching to jump around a bit rather than writing through everything in order, even though it’s out of character for my writing style.
The problem is, this, being the opening prologue and the start of chapter one, gives a pile of backstory for the prior (unfinished) novel. All at once in a massive early infodump (Or rather, two). And thus sucks. I've railed enough against "frontloading". I'm sure some of it I could integrate, slowly. THAT, not the fact that I'm working on this instead of progressing neatly, is the reality check. I now have to cut apart a chunk of what I wrote so it actually gets somewhere. Grrr.
