Detouring To A Better Story
A quick update, then I’m back to the keyboard for more banging.
To those waiting in breathless anticipation, no, the cute guy didn’t show yesterday. Or today. Honest, I’m not stalking him (I’d need his name for that, at the very least). I needed food for the cats and the Starbucks I’ve been hanging at is in the same plaza, so I’d planned to sit for a while and write before doing my errand and going home. That didn’t work out either, not just because the cute guy wasn’t there. No, it was the slightly odiferous person who sat next to me and seemed to think my lap was a fine place for the straps of his backpack that made it really not work out. Ugh. I remember now why random human beings often bother me. So yeah, I left after less than an hour. I hope I didn’t miss him.
The writing is still going well, but the plot has taken a slight… detour. Yes, I still have my outline, but I’m not really on it anymore, and I think part of it is getting a bit scrambled. I’ll make it back on soonish, I think. Maybe another couple chapters from now. The thing I’ve found with outlining is that, for me, I need to be a little flexible with it. If something else seems to want to grow out of it, I do a quick mental exploration and see if it still fits with the overall story of the book and the trilogy. If it does, I go with it. That’s what’s happening now. It’s not quite as bad as the time Tavis forced me to rewrite half an outline, but Devan was insistent. He, like Tavis, is right. And no, this detour hasn’t slowed me down either. Yesterday I put in 6,636 words and I’m already over 1k for today, and it’s still WAY early. I have another 4-5 hours of writing time ahead of me. Why yes, I am cackling with glee. Why do you ask?
What I find funny about this detour is that it’s bringing Devan to his knees even more than I’d planned. And he asked for this, I swear. We’re both gluttons for punishment I think.
The other funny part is that at this moment, I’m at 74470 words and I still have probably a quarter to a third of the plot to go. In the first draft. For a writer whose drafts grow, this is slightly frightening. How long is this sucker going to be when I’m done? How long is the editing going to take? How long is that second draft going to be? *quails in fear*
Oh well, it’s all good, everything in the service of the story, that’s my philosophy. Beyond that, well, you have no idea how much I want to take Friday off again. Another three day weekend. Need more time for Devan! Do you think they’ll let me work part time but still pay me full time money? No? Me either.
And yes, I’m a bit giddy about how well this is going, but can you honestly blame me? Two weeks of working on this and I have almost 75k written! Even I know that’s amazing, me, the person who rarely gives herself credit. Now that’s saying something.