November 29 Part II
I’m having trouble getting back into the groove with Angel Hunt. I stopped at a crucial point last month. The way I originally wanted to resolve it doesn’t work – it was clichéd, and it’s been done so many times that it didn’t ring true to the story. I simplified it, and will let the situation set the stage for a new set of conflicts – I think, in a few months, I want to move a big section of the story to Paris.
I also did a cross-pollination scene with all three other serials – now I have to keep on track with them to have it truly be a cross and have it work. It will need some serious revision and careful entwining, but it’s an interesting challenge to see if I can pull it off. Maybe I’ll put some sort of contest on KIC about it, if I can figure out how to phrase it.
I only managed an episode and a half of AH, and it was an uphill battle. I did finish an episode of WC, though, and I think I can revise that episode and another and send two WC episodes off tonight.
I’m tired, and Tapestry is still pulling at me. I actually want to skip past the next few episodes, winding up Winter’s arc to raising the stakes between Nina and Tom, but I need the progression of events in order for it to make sense. Just buckle down and do it, I guess. I’m afraid if I wait the entire month to get back to the mystery, I’ll lose this part of the arc.
That’s the hardest thing about switching between the serials – I just get into the groove for one and it’s time to switch to another so I don’t fall behind. I love the growth process of a serial – to see how the story sprouts new tendrils and allows me to go on tangents – but I sometimes think I should have started with more information written so that I wasn’t doing so much on the fly.
Except for some family tensions, it’s really been great to be away from the theatre for a week and truly concentrate on writing full time. This is the way I want to set up my life, and I have to make sure I have a large stack of proposals to send out the first week in January to speed the transition.
Paper Direct offered a one-time credit for the useless template. I’ll take it. And I won’t order templates from them again. At this point, I’m not sure if I’ll order anything from them again, but we’ll see how successful the holiday postcard thing is. I’ll have to check out other paper sources as well and see who has the product that best fits my needs. I have to buy ink, paper, and other supplies in bulk, and for some of the paper needs, the regular office supply stores just don’t cut it.
Mercury goes retrograde tomorrow and I am not looking forward to the next three weeks – except when it comes to shopping. I have to make sure that I keep my mouth firmly shut until it goes direct, to prevent sticking my foot in it all the way up to my knee.
Colin’s written in his blog about hitting some of the same spots in Edinburgh I like to visit – such as Bannerman’s and Clark’s. I also spend a good deal of time in the Oxford Bar on Young St. – I consider John Gates a good friend, and always love to stop by to spend time with him and his wife, Margaret. I adore them both. The Last Drop on Grassmarket is also known as “my office” when I’m in town – if someone wants to find me or needs to know how to reach me, leaving a message at The Last Drop is the quickest way to catch up. I’m in there every day, usually more than once. On my trip to Edinburgh in 1993, I went in to The Last Drop for the first time, for lunch. I was working on a short story, and ended up writing the whole thing there that rainy afternoon. The staff completely protected me from any interruption and kept refilling my tea and my whiskey. Whenever I have a show in Edinburgh, the staff always recommends it to their customers. I love that place. Some of my best friends in Edinburgh were made in that bar (and it’s rare to actually make real friends in a bar).
I also enjoy the Jolly Judge, when it’s quiet and the fire’s going in the fireplace. I’ve done a good bit of writing there when there aren’t lots of crowds. I also enjoy Deacon Brodie’s Tea Room, which is across the street from the Deacon Brodie Pub (Tavern?) and down a bit of an alley. Their baked goods and sandwiches are great, and it’s another good place to write.
There are plenty of other places I haunt when I visit Edinburgh, but those are always the places to which I HAVE to return.
When I set up my office (whose design will be based on the library in Felbrigg Hall in Norfolk), I want to get an old map of Edinburgh, frame it and hang it where I can see it from my desk. That will prove endlessly inspiring.