Commence type-in... now.
Wed 2005-03-09 22:13:28 (in context)
- 52,875 words (if poetry, lines) long
- 13.50 hrs. revised
Hey, did you see that word count change? Uh-huh. I done started typin'.
See, all those unanswered questions, they don't actually pertain to the first three chapters. So I figured if I get started now, by the time I reach chapter 4 I'll have either figured out what I need to do next as far as scene restructuring goes, or I can skip to the ending chapters and fill in the blanks after that. By then, some of the middle book will surface as inevitable, and I'll write that down, which'll lead to the next inevitable bits, and so on.
Of course, I had to put off the typing for just another hour by doing other stuff... like.... Rereading my notebook from back to front, paying attention to any notes that I'd need to keep at the back of my head for Chapters One to Three. Stopping at every note that said, "Research such-n-such," and going for little side-trips on the Internet. I now know some neat stuff, like when final exams will be this year at this one high school in Troy, Alabama, and what kind of whether Mobile has in May, what kind of strange but poetically logical things women did for postcoital contraception in the days before the morning after pill, what's at I-10 Alabama Exit 58, and... yeah.
I have to wonder: is it always going to be like this? Putting off each 2-hour progress block for as long as possible? Scribbling to myself over pages and pages of spiral notebook that boil down to "I have no idea what I'm doing"? Bookending my way backwards into the middle of the story arc? Hopping from inevitability to inevitability? Whee! Is it any wonder I'm more enamoured of having written, sometimes, than of actually writing?
I am trying to think of the sentences I'm typing now as something like final. This makes the typing go very, very slowly. See, I'm allowed to be a perfectionist at this stage in the game.
Lucky me.