Almost There, Maybe
Cayle seems to think his job in my life is to surprise me, to take the story partially out of my hands, then twist it until he’s happy with what’s there. I’d be upset with that except that it feels a bit like when Tavis made me rewrite half the outline for Bound, and that worked out splendidly. When I go back to edit Unmasked in the future, I think I’m going to look at the last few sections I’ve written and paraphrase myself. It’s going to be a case of Cayle is always right. I can live with this, which is a good thing for my Illusionist. That said, a fictional character should not feel so smug in my head about this situation. It’s impolite, at the very least.
So yes, things continue to go well. I’m getting close to the end of this book, looking ahead a bit to what I need to set up, both for the final confrontation and the next book. I’m looking forward to being finished this, in a good way, because I think I’ll be fairly satisfied with the way it’s worked out. Then, of course, I need to start making serious notes for Book 2 of Masques, and I have a number of things I need to get edited. I may have to sit on Cayle and make him give me time to do that editing. He wasn’t very willing to do so in December. Eager guy, I’m telling you.
Being back to my day job since Wednesday has brought my productivity down a bit, but not quite as much as I’d expected. I’m now up to 92,464 words on Unmasked as of the end of last night. It was a good night too, 6205 words written and some interesting work done. Cayle has thoroughly derailed my plans for the chapter I’m in the middle of and I love him for it, as I said above. He’s reminded me why I firmly refuse to let my outline act as a shackle. It’s a guide, capable of bending to better ideas or necessary changes. Cayle’s plans are better than mine were, and will still bring him to the place I need him to be at, just as a stronger and better person, set up to carry on through the next phase of this book, but also into the next one. He’s cooperative when I get it right, it seems, and insistent when I don’t. I can live with that. I certainly owe him, what with everything I’m doing to him. He’s remarkably understanding about it all, honest. No one I’m making suffer this much should be so sweet about it.
The thing is, with the derailing he’s doing, I’m really not sure how much I have left to write in this book. I think it’s somewhere in the 20-25k range, but I would seriously suggest taking that with a large grain of salt. If he derails something else, it might get longer. Shorter is also possible, but so far, every time he’s decided things need to be different, it’s made things longer, so I think that trend will continue. I’m not complaining about that either, mind you. The story takes however long it needs to be told properly. I’m more amused than anything else.
So, another day left in the weekend, more words on deck for me today (plus chores because that’s Sundays for me). The first weekend of the new year is going well so far. How about everyone else?