My Process Rules Me
So, I’m remembering now why I follow my normal writing process even when I’m on a detour. I need it. Desperately. It gives me time to think something through plot-wise, so I can concentrate on the words themselves and the images when it’s time to be at the keyboard. Also, I don’t spend as much keyboard time staring into space and feeling unproductive. Strangely, that feeling discourages me from enjoying what I get done, and hampers my perspective on what I have done. That’s irritating, really, because even on a bad day, I do enough that I should be proud of myself.
Also, I’ve discovered that my brain doesn’t care why I was up at 3:30 in the morning on Wednesday. It’s been punishing me and my creativity anyway, even though it wasn’t voluntary. I got 2,085 words done that day, and even that much was a struggle (but I was not giving in and going to bed until I had my 2k in, damn it!). Last night was a little better, largely because I only woke up once during the night, but I still only wrote 2,350 words, which should be good enough but isn’t. It’s not 3k or more. Yeah, yeah, you got it. Lost perspective entirely. Driving myself crazy. Again. And yes, I have noticed your stunning lack of surprise. :p
But I do sort of know why, outside that whole disastrous night’s sleep. Part of my writing process, when working on draft, is to do a more detailed outline of the chapter before I actually write it. I even have these little coil notebooks and mechanical pencils I use for it. That’s where I plot more or less what goes on in that chapter, thinking about how it fits in the big picture and what I need to happen. As I said, it allows me to worry just about the words when I’m writing, so I end up doing more, and (in my opinion) doing better.
For All Stitched Up, the last chapter I did that for was the first half of Chapter 18. I’m about to start writing Chapter 27. I totally pantsed the detour, and now I remember why I don’t pants anything anymore. I don’t enjoy writing that way, I don’t get as much done and I feel dissatisfied with the quality of what I did. I can and do more or less pants short stories on the rare occasion I write them, but for novels, I find it painful and unpleasant. Note to self, remember that next time you think you don’t need your little notebook, that you can get more done by skipping that step. Stupid self.
That said, I’m still at 85,558 words over all, and about 3/4 of the way through the outline (I think, hard to tell with the detour). Told you this one would be long. Worse, I know for a fact it’ll grow in the editing, just like everything else does. Oh my. Um… yeah.
So, that’s the update for today. I would like to mention to those who nominated me for awards recently, I haven’t forgotten, really. I keep meaning to post them, but then Devan calls and… yeah, I’m lost then. You will all understand and forgive me when you meet him, I swear. I am going to get to them soon though, really. This weekend (probably). I really do appreciate the thoughtfulness, and that you want to share me. Honest, I do, even if it takes me a while to post them.