Tuesday, August 15, 2006
Rainy and warm
If you haven’t visited this site to help out a fellow writer in trouble, please do so. Time is running out for him:
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I bought another handful of stories yesterday. Now I’ve spent the same on stories as I have on shoes, which assuages my conscience.
Yesterday’s writing haul:
6 short articles, bringing the total to 12 of the needed 25 by Sept. 1 (Aug. 20).
Just over 3 pages on one of the big articles due Sept. 1 (Aug. 20). It needs to be about 8 pages, so I’ll probably write 10 and then cut.
Typed Chapter 11 of Shallid. The first of the three notebooks containing the longhand first draft has been typed. This middle notebook has the messy part – I put in lots of “placeholders” where I sketched ideas instead of fully realized them. Instead of merely typing draft 1A, I may have to put in some fixes.
Another realization is that I need to start a Cheat Sheet to keep track of everyone, since many of these characters will be in all 13 books. And soon I need to write down all these character arcs, instead of thinking I can hold them all in my head indefinitely.
A few pages on Real. We’re getting there. Callie’s got post-traumatic stress disorder. Although Sam’s hopped to London to be with her, Crispin’s the one who’s around the most, and making himself indispensable. Crispin also made a decision that surprised me – one that came from genuine fairness and concern, not just his own agenda.
This man is going to have to get a book of his own at some point.
Did some work on the website buttons, but didn’t finish them. I’m confusing myself. I think I’m thinking too much. I need to do more with the physical maneuvering and then figure out how I did it. I’m so afraid I’ll forget how to do stuff that I stop to take notes and then I can’t remember what I’m trying to do.
Started Scene II of the first act of Julia’s Legacy. Ten more pages, until I couldn’t hold the pen or see straight any more last night. Got up early this morning and wrote another 8 pages on Scene 2, completing it. It’s the scene that will need the most work in the rewrites.
I’m not taking the play with me to work on on the train because of the weather, and the fact I know I won’t have uninterrupted time and it will frustrate me. I just have to hold tight until I get back tonight and try to tackle scene 3. That will finish the first act. I only plan to have two scenes in the second act.
I had to drive out to CT to orient for the job I’ll do out there the second half of next week. Should be fine, with plenty of time and room to get writing done while I’m there.
If one more wanna-be writer whines about “not having time to write”, I’m going to slap him/her silly. We all have the same amount of time. Twenty-four hours in each day. It’s how we choose to use it. It’s not that you don’t “have time” to write – you’ve chosen not to use the time in your day to write. There’s nothing wrong with that, but stop whining about it. You’re free to make choices in your life. If you really wanted to write, you would carve out fifteen to thirty minutes in your day as a start and write, whether it’s waiting in the car for the kids, or locking yourself in the bathroom or the potting shed, or giving up some stupid reality television show. Learn to manage your time, take responsibility for your choices, and stop whining.
Of course, there’s the colleague who says, “Who cares about those morons, anyway? Less competition for publication for us.”
Not sure I agree with that entirely, but it’s a different point of view. And I am heartily sick of those who lack time management skills, but blame those around them because they can’t get it together. Everyone’s got the right to make the choices best suited to one’s own life. But don’t blame someone else for your choices.
If you hate your life so much, change it.
Off to the theatre.
Real -- 91,375 words out of est. 100,000
91 / 100
Shallid – 27,019 words out of 82,000
27 / 82
Julia’s Legacy – 18 pages, finishing Act I, Scene 2. Total pages: 46.